“A mysterious bliss, whose nature I could not comprehend, was associated with a certain place that I had long believed existed only in my dreams: a cliff behind a pea field. At the very edge of this cliff there is a wooden fly agaric and an iron swing, but, apart from the fly agaric and swings, there are no hints of a children's playground, and if you look down from the cliff, there is an area that seems to me like an other world: nondescript, overgrown with some kind of wild and lush greenery, and at the very foot of the cliff one could discern the skeleton of an old car without wheels or glass, completely rusty and overgrown with grass. I often saw this place in my childhood dreams. Often this place simply appeared in my mind - without invitation, modestly and boldly revealing its incomprehensible and empty secret. And every time. Finding this cliff behind a pea field, I experienced a piercing and incomprehensible pleasure, something completely extreme - something like what an aficionado of parachute euphoria probably experiences when falling out of his plane...” The publishing design is preserved in PDF A4 format.