About the book: 1985 / They stood on the threshold of their little eternity and looked into that huge eternity, which can neither be subjugated nor appropriated, which, like a free element, loves brave swimmers who go into its depths without clinging to hours and minutes. We are accustomed to hours, and minutes, and months, and years, but we must leave them, because each of us is a swimmer in the ocean of Eternity. And we are not just swimmers, thrown haphazardly into the abyss, we choose our own path, and Eternity is created from our short hours and years…