The work will not fail to surprise. It says question of nature, and on the cover appears a building where the only nature present is the inhabitants who occupy it: one of those ageing blocks, prematurely tired, which a parable nonetheless shows to belong to the famous global village.

While reading, a question emerges forcefully: how to make something beautiful out of ugliness? That is what the author manages to achieve. In the first part he discovers Europe, because Moscow is in Europe, and nature there is surprisingly discreet — though we see it interfering, not without vigour and continuity, between the gigantic amphitheatre of the Warsaw stadium and the skyline of the city. Everything is mineral.