I don’t want to be a wizard for young good‑fellow Fyodor. And I can’t. There are a ton of problems to untangle, and then on top of that, Koshchey‑father has gone out of his mind—he decided to get married, to everyone’s joy and delight for all his subjects. We must fight!
We must return the ancestral lands, free the oppressed people from evil enemies—though, no, here we have love, you see! And who will have to handle everything? Right—the head of the Chancellery and Koshchey’s adopted son, that is, him, whatever… Though what’s correct about it?
But he will have to.