About the book: 2020 / "—Do you understand what I’m telling you, young man? The voice of his wife’s grandmother sawed his brain into fragments, he squeezed them with an iron hand, poured hot lava. There was no one else in the family of his wife Lena whom he was so afraid of. Stepanida Sergeevna was very old - nearly ninety. Her decrepit little body, covered with pillows and wrapped in blankets, almost never left the confines of the ancient deep chair. The chair stood near a huge, wall-length French window. Stepanida Sergeevna could easily observe everything that was happening in the courtyard of the rich dacha and even outside it, since the window was located on the second floor, crowning the spacious terrace where the winter garden was laid out. It was there that Lena’s grandmother liked to spend the free time allotted to her by the end of her life, and it was there that from time to time she called one of her relatives to talk…»