About the book: 2013 / And yet she approached the light border. Almost. She stopped a few meters away. My heart ached with longing - for autumn, the smell of wet earth and rotting leaves, the chilly breeze that brings winter. On Earth. The thought immediately arose in her mind that as soon as she answered the strange figure patiently waiting in the circle of light under the lantern, the reward would not be long in coming. The reward is returning home. And again doubts scratched at my heart. There was a place in the galaxy that was more expensive than Earth. A place that was a true home, and not a temporary refuge, full of pain, sorrow, loneliness... But did Tatyana forget where it was? What's it called? How to get there? And the music grew stronger, filled with strength, swelled and burst with pain, oozing suffering. She drove out doubt, filling the soul with firm confidence that the silent figure was called upon to help, to make existence easier, one only had to open her mind, give her a drink, absorb herself, just as the frost absorbs the autumn mists, turning them into icy patterns. Requiem. Dies irae. Wolfgang Amadeus…