About the book: 2015 / March is the most disgusting month of the year. It’s spring on the calendar, but outside there is snow, cold, ice, and the same early twilight... although no, of course, not exactly the same - but still. There is no spring, and only the smell of mimosa sold here and there reminds us that March 8 is still celebrated by all interested parties. But in general, if you think about it, March is disgusting.