On the high banks, in the middle of golden fields and flowery meadows, not far from a dark forest, stands the village of Ilyinka. Different people live there: both kind and not so kind, friendly, gloomy, cheerful and quiet, just like everywhere else in the world. But there are more and more good people than bad people, that’s how God has decreed it. And as in any village, all sorts of wonderful stories happen in Ilyinka, there are many of them, like stars in the sky, when the night spreads its blueberry blanket over Ilyinka, and today I will tell them to you.