Daria's grandmother's hut stood at the very edge of the village, on the border with the forest. Pavlusha often looked at her from the window of the house, hiding and frightened. It seemed to him, a seven-year-old idiot, that the hut was about to pull one chicken leg out of the weeds, and then the other, and gallop off into the thicket along with its owner. But the hut, that cunning one, did not want Pavlusha to know its secret. What kind of secret is this? Pavel will solve it only many years later, when he grows up...