Kashcheev's tales are a collection of stories, where each is a psychedelic journey beyond consciousness, reality and common sense. They contain old gods, living and dead people, fundamental questions of the work of consciousness, presented in artistic form and a bit of countercultural lyrics. This book is for those who do not particularly value their sanity, who are familiar with the chaos of the underside of reality and the mirages of altered states of consciousness. The secret paths of words revolve around something so vast and so human that sometimes it becomes strange from the similarities expressed in emerald tables and numerical correspondences. We are a little simpler and lower, like grass and undergrowth that smells of moisture. These stories are about those who sometimes like to crawl with their scaly bellies along old pine needles and wrap themselves in tight rings around a fly agaric heated by the sun. We quickly stick out our forked tongue and taste the air. There will be a thunderstorm soon. Contains obscene language.