The authors of the almanac boldly work with plots and collisions, with metaphors and allegories, with the very form of the text, with its rhythm, with its breath. There is grotesque, irony, philosophy, and lyricism here. Other planets and exotic islands flash here, and very close by are quite recognizable, purely earthly landscapes... There is everything here to prove that science fiction has not gotten lost in the three pines of primitive plots, that Cinderella is still alive and is preparing for new achievements.

“The ashen-blue sky, which had lost its shine, forever turning into a gray haze, and the bloody scarlet sun, burning plants and air, watched the Earth recover from the terrible events. Many decades ago the war began. The hatred filling the hearts of people has deprived them of their reason. In an instant, man destroyed everything himself: cities turned into ruins and cemeteries, rivers into acidic banks, and seas into endless sands. But what was it all for? People are still fighting each other, but they no longer have weapons, they were all destroyed three hundred years ago by a fiery wave, the sun burned everything, turning the planet into a desert...” (Tatiana Genis.)