I always dreamed about a large house in-field, on the riverside. About a house, where the united family gathers at one table. Enormous great-hearted dogs are in a court, replete smooth cats closer to the fire-place and fidgety little dog under a cook-table - listen histories that we tell to each other. And what table and what history - without an icy pile and magnificent appetizer? And yet I always dreamed to become a writer.I always dreamed - and now for me all of it is. And not anywhere, and in the heart of Russian history - on the Borodino field. Where I create with pleasure - be that meat солянка or next manuscript. And you I invite to itself in guests, in the house, for the table. On the writer kitchen on the Borodino field.