About the book: 2015 / "It was about the same in my soul as on the street - gray and cold. It was also damp outside, but my soul dried up many years ago. Dried and hardened. Maybe she would have turned to stone, but there just wasn’t enough time. And on the street - oh, it wasn’t even damp, but wet. Three days of frost and snowstorms; So much snow fell that the whole of Kyiv froze motionless. Dozens of frozen homeless people; snow blocks hanging from almost every roof, several heads broken by them... and then rrrrr! – and all this disgrace began to melt away. Not right away, of course, try to melt hundreds of tons of snow, but still too fast…»