“Leskov wrote as it is, but I always lie. My family always gives me forty percent faith. I make up more than half. That’s why I start talking from afar. Do not exact it,” the author of this book tells us confidentially. And we watch as “made-up” stories from the lives of ordinary people unfold before us. And they take you away - into a fairy tale? Into phantasmagoria? The answer is: “The birch copses are quiet, standing there, not moving. The devils under the stairs have calmed down, the filthy snouts will cross him. We live in Russia. The holy and the devil are intertwined - they cannot be separated.”