When contacting a parallel universe, many doubts always arise. Determinant Charlock is worried about the key to Domoladossa's world scale, Archive Suppressor is trying to guess what the President is, and Mrs. Mary does not understand at all what this strange night show is. But the main question is which universe is true, and which is just Probability A? Here is the house that Jack built. And here is a cheerful tit bird, Which steals wheat, Which is kept in a dark closet, In the house that Jack built... A prim English novel in which creatures of other realities address each other only as “Ser!” The novel raises the ancient problem of the existence of the non-existent, which has its extreme expression in the “paradox of the lying Cretan.” Do the heroes of the book we are reading exist in any reality, does the action depicted by the artist take place in another world, and what actually happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away? The question of the novel is - what is our world - being or just a report on Probability A, studied by an analyst in another, true, reality? The plot, standing still, “...But there is a hornless cow that kicks a dog without a tail...”, is twisted in such a way that Lukyanenko nervously rewrites the entire “Draft”, and Pelevin uses his books to roll them. However, there is one “but” " At one time, the novel led me to great embarrassment, because I could not answer the question raised by the novel. Now this position of the author seems more provocative than it should be. For example, another English author, T. Pratchett, in his novel “Moving Pictures” raises exactly the same issues, but does not bother the reader at all with doubts regarding his, the reader’s, materiality. For this reason alone, the novel “Moving Pictures” is philosophical, and the novel “Report on Probability A” is anything but philosophical. Contrary to popular belief, philosophy does not deal with insoluble problems of existence; philosophy is a specific practical discipline, which, among other things, determines the possibilities of circumventing these very “unsolvable problems” and living peacefully on. Therefore, a novel in which such answers are not presented, not analyzed into components and not sorted into shelves is written for confusion of the mind, and not for wisdom.dobriy_doktor