About the book: year / "Inexorable death waved its terrible scythe - and there was no one kind person in the world!.. A kind poet, a sincere friend, a defender of the oppressed , comforter of the unfortunate, Pnin, died last September 17th, between 10 and 11 o'clock in the afternoon. Friends and lovers of the elegant saw off the coffin of the poet-philosopher with tears…»