The stories included in this book, if not of the “timeless years”, then at least of the ordinary “timelessness”, which is quite compressible to an A4 sheet of paper, are interconnected. But not the hero, the plot or the place of the events described. They are connected by a single impulse, sound, just as in an orchestra the viola and trombone, cello and harpsichord, so different from each other, somehow inconceivably find each other in a common cacophony of sounds at first glance. The stories are also connected by the fact that in each of them there is a look inside oneself, when the concept of “time” does not exist and chronology is absolutely not important.