About the book: year / "...Oh, Lord, if you exist, and whoever you are! Have mercy and save me! Man is not born to fly. The very idea of the fact that our fragile body, a bag of blood and bones, absurd, but causing unbearable suffering to the soul, rises up to the roar of engines, is disgusting to the universe. Any mangy bird, stupidly opening its beak, being accidentally sucked into a turbine, can cause a disaster - a thought. this one makes my consciousness protest, and I gasp, press my hands into the frayed armrests of the chairs... By the way, about the turbine, there it is, behind the porthole. Tell me, for the sake of all the saints, why this round hulk is shaking so disgustingly, as if... It's about to tear away from the wing. And why does this wing live its strange life, why does it oscillate, move back and forth over a patch of dim lights?…"