About the book: year / Once upon a time there was a young count. He lived and did not grieve until the king ordered him to marry the daughter of a duke. The count was upset, but there was nothing to do - you couldn’t go against the royal will. But he didn’t want to look after his bride, sing serenades under the window, give flowers. I decided: I’ll steal her from the castle, take her to my county, and be done with it. But at the time of the abduction, the night was moonless, the windows were mixed up and the count stole the wrong girl. He got a mischievous, capricious, vengeful, capricious and vindictive bride. And she turned the count's life into a living hell. And who is to blame? There's no point in climbing into other people's windows at night.