How, in the world, an extraordinary catastrophe—so-called “the end of the world”—happened. Suddenly everyone began to see the world exactly as it had been five minutes earlier.
The story’s main character, Maramball, tries to make sense of this problem…
“—No, it’s hard to be your own correspondent these days. I’m, as they say, knocked off my saddle and I don’t know what to write about now. Do you remember my Christmas feuilleton? I made an interesting calculation of how many tens of millions of bottles of wine and champagne Berliners drank for the holidays—and how many hundreds of millions of kilograms of pork and geese they ate. The Germans found it offensive. ‘Ah, he wants to prove that we can’t possibly be living so badly, and therefore we can pay our war debts much more carefully?’ Diplomatic complications followed. I had to explain myself and apologize…”