аннотация
Dmitry is forty. An ordinary job, evenings over Sanskrit dictionaries — and a voice he has heard for years and calls simply Ma. “Get ready.” — “For what?” — “You will find out.” So begins his path: nights in a cemetery, a broken mala, sixty-four sister yoginis, students, mistakes paid for with oneself. A novel about a Mother who does not comfort but teaches, and about a fear that need not be conquered once you learn to see.
