About the book: 1989 / "...The sun disappeared behind the horizon, and the night covered the city with darkness, over which the fog curled and, rising, disappeared into rays Oh, if only all bad desires would evaporate daily from big cities, and love for humanity would refresh the heart along with the beneficial dew! But nature rests and purifies itself, but an evil person has no rest, no refreshment. Thistle sat in gloomy thoughtfulness on a high mountain and fixed his eyes on the city, as if he wanted to devour it. Finally the buildings disappeared into the darkness, and Thistle still sat and thought.…»