The apple rolls and rolls on a silver saucer, a new fairy tale is told, never heard by anyone before. The night is quiet and deaf, and especially so in the Far Far Away Kingdom, so that Koshchei the Immortal cannot sleep. He tosses and turns. It will turn on one side, then on the other. Either he will open his eyes, then he will admire the round full moon and count the stars, then he will close his eyes and begin to imagine Vasilisa and Elena jumping over the fence. How many of them there were... and you can’t remember anymore. Author’s notes: The author’s fairy tale and a little Slavic fantasy How to properly languish over gold. :)