That winter I went to Goa and visited Redi Fort. The trees I saw there made an incredible impression on me. I saw something more than just roots and stems. The trees remind me of human life, which development intertwines and hardens in a specific shape. The book is thought up in the way in which the Form is similar to its content. It contains a mystery which can be solved after you open top layers. In general, it’s a contemplation of life and death. Arkady Dragomoshchenko’s poem leads the reader into condition very much the same to mine, when I first saw that trees.