Our fate is like Sleeping Beauty: it will remain in a slumber unless someone appears who can wake it—by a song or by a kiss. But this isn’t about a fairy tale or a fiction. In a remote taiga thicket, in a cave, and even in our time—when almost nobody believes in fate or miracles—you can find the very real “dead maiden.” But what does the one feel who herself believes in nothing, if all her life she has to play the role of a dead maiden, hide from her destiny, and become a tear—forever frozen in amber?..