About the book: year / “The firmament was dark blue, the stars were large and bright when I opened my eyes. I didn’t move, only the hand that had been gripping the hilt of the dagger in my sleep pressed harder on it... The groan was repeated. Then I got up and sat down. The big fire, built in the evening against wild animals, went out, and my Negro Mstega slept, buried in the ground... “Get up,” I shouted, “take a spear, follow me!” We went in the direction from which the groans were heard. We wandered around at random for about ten minutes. Finally I noticed something bright ahead…»