“The gaze slid detachedly across the evening sky. Thousands, tens of thousands of twinkling stars, like a cloud of small fireflies, were scattered across the sky. The Big Dipper's ladle shone overhead. In ancient times, people called it the Great Wheel of the Renaissance. The eternal wheel, having invariably described a circle, always returns to its place, measuredly moving from era to era, from generation to generation. And no one can change this course of time...”