They fought one day, they fought another, on the third day, by noon, Igor’s banners fell... there wasn’t enough bloody wine, then the brave Russians finished the feast: they gave the matchmakers drink, and they themselves died for the Russian land...” From these lines to now my heart aches for a while now. This tragedy will not be forgotten as long as the Russian language lives and the Russian Land stands. But what do we know about “Igor’s Campaign”, except for the poetic images of the “Lay”, meager chronicle reports and the great music of Borodin? What do we know about the life of Igor Svyatoslavich before the ill-fated campaign against the Polovtsians and after his return from captivity? This novel is not a simple retelling of the immortal poem. This is a wide panorama of the era of Prince Igor, the first artistic reconstruction of his fate, a legend about the exploits, passions and torment of not only the legendary prince and his squad, but the entire Russian Land.