The Train to Pravdinsk Runs Without Stops

Pyotr, a man born at the end of the USSR, loved fairy tales since childhood. And fairy tales loved him too—always turning up right next to him when he didn’t expect it. A fellow passenger on a train turns out to be a real devil. Or a random acquaintance swears that during a business trip he ended up among strange people who were convinced that the Soviet Union hadn’t disappeared anywhere, and they interrogated him until morning. Or in newspapers there are rumors about an animated mummy of some princess… But maybe these aren’t fairy tales at all? And is there any place for fairy tales in the modern world? If there is—then why, for whom, and what kind of power needs them?