I looked around the furnishings of the boyar's tower, sighed displeasedly and closed my eyes. By local standards, it’s luxurious, but compared to my cottage in our world, it’s just squalid. Well, Fedya, do you want a fairy tale? Get it! And all the literature teacher with his beloved Pushkin, I wouldn’t hear about him forever. If I return to our world, I will buy all the books of this rhymer and burn them. How sweetly he described: “There are miracles there, a goblin wanders there, a mermaid sits on the branches...” There are plenty of miracles here, but the main thing is the same, they are fighting for money and power. This is something I can do very well; in my world I was a good kid. But how can I fulfill the magician’s condition, without which I have no way back? And what should I do with the girl who followed me? In general, I got caught specifically. And damn Koshchei with his immortality, Tsar Saltan with his sickly family troubles, the shameless Shamakhan queen and the rest of the local evil spirits.