About the book: 1991 / “...Ilya, albeit lazily, began to write stories. He often placed the hero in a snow-filled hut or in the attic of an old dacha, called him Ilya, provided him with a stack of paper, a pre-war typewriter... And forced him to write. Poems, stories. A long novel about childhood. This work was going slowly, the thing was not going well, the hero wandered in melancholy and torment along crisp snowy paths or rustled leaves in a September grove, thinking a lot and fruitfully. And there always came a moment when something mysterious was woven into the story...” (V. Genkin, A. Katsura. Winner).