Sometimes you pick up a book, a good book, that you’ve been trying to read for several years. And you think: “Well, go on and on and on, but I don’t understand what we’re talking about!” And all day long you are not yourself, first you read with one eye, then with the other. And then, somewhere at one in the morning, you go to the dustiest, farthest shelf, hide it there and say to yourself: “That’s enough!” And your mood improves. And in the morning you wake up, remember about the book, and your mood improves again. And then you decide to write your own, something like a remake. Neither cheerful nor sad, but in a way that makes you smile and think. And so that both fans and opponents of that first book read it, and their mood improves... (A. Shvetsov)