“Those who want to survive must free themselves from the Fear that lurks around the corner, breathes down your back, looks into your eyes widened with horror. Fear is in the last hysterical lines of the diary of the “crash victim” dying of hunger. Fear turns the wheels of an old truck and the wheels of a maddened “economic unit.” Fear distorts the features of an old man's face. Fear sings eternal - endless! - a ballad about a flexible bullet. Fear flows in the river channels - and stains the water with blood. You will reach the end and it will be as if you have awakened.” So Stephen King promises you. But nightmares, as we know, remain in the memory for a long time. Translation: Natalia Rein, Irina Gurova, Victor Weber, Alexander Korzhenevsky