Fantasy is always attractive. It’s so wonderful to enter the waterfall of fantasy, to visit lands where gravity does not interfere with flying, and words have the power of a powerful power plant... Only most of the authors who write about such worlds fill their creations with blood and pain. They turn the world of a fairy tale into a world of death, and woe to everyone who is not human if they had the misfortune of being born...

The story “Cursed by Happiness” tells about two worlds separated by an insurmountable Boundary. A rock that is hated on both sides - what does it carry? Happiness or captivity? Is it possible to destroy the line between fairy tales and reality?

Is it necessary?..