In some kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man with an old woman ... Although no ... Wait. The kingdom-state has long been gone, the old man went in search of something better ... There was only one old woman, or rather two, two Yagis. And they grieve miserable without a cause - no one needs their tales anymore, nobody believes in fairy tales today.
But you just close your eyes and imagine for a second ... And now you are next to Vasilisa the Beautiful. And near her, some Koschei, and even the Immortal, are winding. And you - it's already not you, but - A hero, well, or Ivan the fool. And now the fairy tale turned, twirled and ...
... And let someone say that everything is not according to the rules, and the tale is messed up. And well, and let! The main thing is that everything ends well!