The new book by the Israeli writer Meir Shalev, who has long been loved by Russian readers, is a description of the garden that the author planted with his own hands. This garden is “wild”; it contains only plants created by nature itself, and not artificially bred. This is not a book of advice for gardeners, although there is some here. Shalev seems to be talking to his garden, and the reader is immersed in the state experienced by a person who has left behind the bustling, rumbling world and plunged into virgin nature. This seemingly simple book about a wild garden cultivated by a passionate person turns out to be a deep reflection on the most serious and important things - loneliness and love, joy and sorrow, about our place in the universe.