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From the publisher:

This book, the eighth in the author's oeuvre, was written with different pens and different inks - purple from the school inkwell, blue in his student years, black and red in his adulthood. These are fragments of half a century of experience, a dialogue with the world, a monologue before God, a whisper with nature."

Here is prose compressed into a concentrate of thought and emotion, poetry copied from nature - so national and individual that it is unlikely to be translated identically into any other language. One must be able to read them in the original.