...And sometimes it happens - a person goes to the world of dreams. To the shimmering splendor of another world - from the black emptiness of timelessness. He walks, not yet knowing whether the world of dreams will accept him - now that he is no longer the same as he was before... The world of dreams. A world of the unreal that has become real. The world of stories by Leonid Kudryavtsev, who once again proved his extraordinary ability to guide the reader, as if along the blade of a knife, along the narrow line separating our ordinary life from life in which heroism becomes pain, and nightmare is intertwined with destiny... Here the gods ride on dragons, in There are tame werewolves in the forests, great magicians throw cruel black lightning at pretenders to their thrones, and names become symbols that change the nature of things. Strange creatures live here and strange things happen. Here you can only want one thing - to stop being a hero. Or - by God. If only I could stop. Take breath. Just don't stumble...