Life is written on unknown media, and man is forever busy solving these records. If I were an atom, I would see the ocean in a drop of water. So in Kholochye I saw the universe, - the hero of the novel thinks about the village in which he grew up and which was wiped off the face of the earth by the Chernobyl disaster. This book is not written in words, but in meanings. The author creates a kind of phenomenological drawing of life. Perhaps in modern Russian literature it is difficult to find such an unexpected view of man, society and nature in their unity.