I would say that it is collection of short stories, histories, that they only seven and all of them are written from the first person, but I see a book differently. For me it is not simple to history and, mainly, not simply personages, for me it is people. Living people. From a flesh and blood.Ljudmila, Paul, Jean et al, nameless, tell about itself. Almost all of them talk in darkness, at night or in such moment of life, when not too well distinguish a day from night. Trying to understand itself, they are disrobed, unbosom oneself. Turns out not at all, but even attempts compel me сопереживать.To talk that сопереживаешь to the own personages, probably, too fervor, but I repeat: for me it is not personages, and people, real people, my new acquaintances that I and I present to you today.