I am reading a huge old foil of Ostrovsky, a book of 1947. And from every page I cut almost a piece of waffle! Even chocolate, candy pieces, and big everything, through three pages can be seen! A full table is gathered. I think, what kind of people are they, well, eaten after the book - so shake up for yourself! I close the book and here I only see the inscription on the cover: "The Library of the Red October Factory". My mom picked it up when it was removed :)