About the book: year / Bozoy gloomily looked at the spongy snow interspersed with rubbish that covered his sky. It was visible only in windy summer weather. And then a faint blue streamed into the wormhole of the pupil, and deep inside the body a warm point began to pulsate. Now all the bones of Bozoi are pierced with ice needles, and the offal is pressed into stone. - The terns are flying. Spring is coming! - a voice came from under his elbow.