Singing books

And the next excerpt for the #singingbooks flash mob.
From "Extra Puzzles. To where you are waited"

A melody sounded from Fahdge's side. Keira turned around sharply. The melody was vaguely familiar and also sweetly tickled her heart.
Fahdge smiled at the girl and nodded to Khan:
"Sing."
The rest of the Authority smiled contentedly, seating themselves.
"Fine, you eat and I sing," Khan grinned, took a deep breath and sang without preparation.
The roulade, languid and tender, minstrel's voice sounded like a fairy tale come to life. It beckoned somewhere, promised something. The promise of elusive happiness was so unbearably painful. It was frightening that you missed something or did not understand, that you lost something irrevocably, but the next roulade lulled and soothed, promising again. It was as if the souls of the listeners were beating in the same frequency as Khan sang, the souls were rising somewhere in the blissful heavens, then were falling downward, crashing to the ground, and sometimes falling even lower, somewhere in the abyss. The song had a text, but no one listened to it, the duet of music and voice told its own story, different from the text and more important.
The music faded, and so did the voice. Khan smiled. The listeners clapped.
"Oh, why aren't you singing?" Keira asked.
"Well, sometimes I do, I sing."
"No, professionally. You could be a star."
"Ah, I don't want to, Khan smiled, I like my job. About the singing, well, I sing for my people. I don't like the technical process around the singing, concerts, people, preparation, rehearsals. No, all this crap is not for me."
"So pity," Keira said sincerely.

You can read the book only here.
It's in Russian, but the translation is in process
https://albireo-mkg.com/product/ep1