About the book: 2023 / “Don’t walk past the witch’s hut,” they said to Glasha. - Don’t look at the grove that is rustling across the river. Nowadays Khozhiy himself, the Master of the Forest, is wandering around the village, looking for a bride. You are blue-eyed, black-haired and unsociable, looking like our witch in her youth. The Khozhiy will take you to the witchcraft grove, remember your name.” But is it appropriate for a smart, urban girl to believe these stories? Here, as you listen, every old woman is a witch, every abandoned barn is a damn hut. Glasha laughs at her aunt’s words, throws her heavy braid behind her back, snorts like a cat, and everyone is surprised: adults, smart in appearance, and every second person remembers the witch with Khozhiy. Stupidity, and that's all! So Gleb, a young doctor who came to practice in the village, the only reasonable person in the whole area, also laughs at village fairy tales. True, his aunt doesn’t order him to hang out with him, she calls him a stranger behind his back and crosses himself on the sly. And Gleb is happy to play along, as long as they don’t touch him and Glasha, he really liked her. But why isn’t he afraid to go into the witch’s grove? Why do animals and birds obey him? Why do the patterns on his hands glow? Glasha is standing on the line where reality becomes a fairy tale, he doesn’t know where to step.