The book reminds one of a sculpture made of crystalline lattices: precise grace of clear storylines, bright facets. Dozens of shining figures have intricately woven—met and aligned—with one another, and with every page they tighten into a single profile. The profile of destiny. Precisely under its sign do the heroes and heroines of these stories exist. Truth and fiction play hide-and-seek on these pages. It doesn’t matter what happened, and what was invented—or thought through. Sadness hides in the elegant lace of the text, in the charm of descriptions and the liveliness of swift dialogues… Reading that purifies the soul.
— Lilia Kalous, writer, editor