Limonov's first prison book is a collection of memoirs dedicated to love and war, politics and women. Once in prison, the author sums up the intermediate results of his life, and then this motley kaleidoscope of scenes collected under one cover acquires special depth and expressiveness. Eduard Limonov wrote that this book could be called The Book of Time: "But I preferred water. Water carries, washes away, and one cannot step into the same water twice."