For the finally free and finally lonely “existential” person, forgiveness is a difficult job. Difficult not only because it allows only one form of responsibility - to oneself, but also because it often turns into the guilt of the “forgiver”. This guilt becomes the only, albeit painful, basis of his existence, the source of almost impossible words that forgiveness is misfortune, seduction, madness, punishment of the body, lies, truth, crime, and unforgiveness, in the end . Driven by the difficult work of forgiveness, Polina Barskova's prose proves with these almost impossible words that forgiveness can be translated into the last form of art available to an “existential” person - the art of looking at people through the terrible historical microscope and seeing them in a huge, saving approach.