“... Isn’t it strange that this dive to the bottom along with Leningrad, Katenka, the night Neva, that this secret sound, intelligible only to me, arising from the crossing of silence and memory - that then it is with the help of ink, paper, printing will take on flesh and receive such an ordinary, generally accepted, accessible name to everyone: a book? – Have you read “Descent Underwater” yet? – No. What is it about, about the work of divers? – And don’t read, you’re boring. – It’s not true, be sure to read it! there is something in this book. Do you want me to bring it? There are no divers there. The book... It will stand on the shelf along with others, they will pick it up, leaf through it, and put it in its place. To wipe away the dust - the dust from this here today’s silence, through which Alyosha’s voice and the cry of little Katya return to me...”