This book is for my loved ones: my family and my friends. It contains some memories and “fairy tales” that I have been writing for many years around the New Year holidays and sending to friends. There is nothing about politics here; the people who live next to me are practically not remembered. After all, you can say more or better about someone, about someone subjectively and cause offense, but I don’t want to offend anyone. Some episodes and images from “fairy tales” will be recognizable, some will be invented... The youthful adventure novel “Horse”, written together with my student and army friend Anatoly Myshkovsky while serving in the army in the late 70s in the village of Ozernoye, which -what poems of those times...