And out of a cup of milk came a dwarf with a bundle. And he started walking in circles, crushing the snow with his boots. I stomped and stomped and got tired. He untied his knot. Ate a boiled egg. I lit it with a wet match. He became sad, climbed onto the cup, and soiled his shirt. He stood on the edge, crossed himself and dived...Into the cup over which you fell asleep - this is how your dream begins, and how it continues, you will read in this book.