““Another disaster,” muttered the guest, examining the pogrom. - Marvelous! But this is where it all once began. It was through these doors that the imaginary brothers entered. Through them, two left, carrying rubles and coupons in their sweaty fists, and the third was thrown out like a sack. Fantastic!—      Come on in, come on in, there’s nothing to see. - The security guard grabbed the persistent guest by the elbow and escorted him to the door. - There are all sorts of people walking around here. The document had to be shown. At least identify yourself. —        My name is Nikolai Schmidt,” said the strange guest. -Have you heard this name? No? Badly. Oh, how bad! What can we do, the books that once shook the world are being forgotten..."...