About the book: year / I’m starting to look at this work anew and in a new way. In fact, this is just a fairy tale, because in real life this definitely cannot happen. Edits-edits-edits, edits appear in the text... Completely. No epilogue. In this version he seemed unnecessary to me. With quiet horror I looked at the girl who entered the high carved doors. She walked slowly down the wide, red-carpeted aisle, as if she wanted to prolong the sacred rite. Or torment me with waiting? And on both sides, dressed up and pompous, the most important people of the country sat and watched every step of the bride... I, not paying attention to the guests, continued to peer at my betrothed, trying to understand: why am I so scared that my teeth are knocking out the drum shot, your knees give way, and a chill runs down your spine?