"He who wants to survive must free himself from the Fear that lurks around the corner, breathes in his back, looks into extended horror eyes. Fear in the last hysterical lines of the diary of the “crash victim” dying of hunger Fear spins the wheels of an old truck and the wheels of a petrified “economic unit” Fear distorts the features of the senile face . Fear sings the eternal infinite! ballad about a flexible bullet. Fear flows in the river ducts and stains the water with blood. You will come to the end, and it will be as if you are awake.” This is what Stephen King has promised you.... But nightmares remain, as you know, in the memory for a long time. Translated by Natalia Rein, Irina Gurova, Victor Weber, Alexander Korzhenevsky