The murder of the commander. Book 2. The elusive metaphor, Murakami Kh.

“From May of that year until the next year I lived in the mountains...” A picturesque, quiet place ideal for creativity. A modest one -story building in the European style, quite spacious for a bachelor, belonged to the artist famous in Japan. Everything would be peaceful and calm if it weren’t for the painting “Murder of the Commander”, found in the attic, if not for the ringing of the Buddhist bell at night, if not for a strange crypt that arose from under a stone mound in the midst of thickets, if not for a meeting with The aesthet of the Mensiki, who asked for fabulous money to write a portrait, first his own, and then it was possible - his daughter, if not for an attempt to understand himself. “It turns out the beginning of everything that is happening around me was that I brought this picture to the world? And thereby opened the circle? " This picture turned the life of the protagonist and influenced everyone who saw her. She created another reality in our world. How is it all possible?