I know why. Miroshnichenko A.

For a very long time I wrote the story “The Strange Passenger”. Rather, I didn’t even write the story, but simply transferred real events to the paper that took place in my life in different periods of time. And I remembered the first review for my life: “I re -read your story several times,” the unfamiliar reader wrote to me, “and every time on the last paragraph in the throat.”

I realized that I realized that Literature is a lump in the throat, cried out with words on paper.

And I returned to this story because another important story, written more recently, refused to publish a publishing house with which I collaborated for almost ten years. This story is very dear to me and gave the name to the whole collection.

And if you, dear reader, are holding this book in your hands, then there are publishers who can afford to trust the author and the reader.