One day I opened my eyes, looked around—miracles here, a forest spirit wandering there, a mermaid dangling among the branches… A hut on chicken legs, an irritating cat that makes tik-tok sounds, dinner almost ready—Ivashka-the-fool, a speaking mirror. And in it I see myself: otherworldly beauty—or, simpler, the real Baba Yaga. But then problems appeared: either the villagers are unhappy, or the priest grumbles, or the local king has claims, or enemies start acting up. So I guess I have to deal with everything!