Belaya koroleva

Ty zabrala bolshe, chem moyo imya. Ty pohitila moyo serdtse, zhizn, dushu. Ty ubila togo, kem ya nekogda byl. No dazhe teper, pochti zabyv o lyudskom mire vsyo, chto bylo mne tak nenavistno, ya blagodaren tebe za eto. Moego brata zabrali v volshebnuyu stranu vechnyh snegov. I ya dolzhna vernut ego prezhde, chem Belaya Koroleva prevratit ego serdtse v lyod. Na moih ustah — obet molchaniya, moy provodnik — Charodey, kotoryy ne nazyvaet svoego imeni. Moy put lezhit cherez zamok sginuvshey devy v hrustalnyh tuflyah i dom Krasavitsy, stavshey Chudovischem. Mne pomozhet devushka v krasnom plasche, kotoraya ne boitsya volkov, i korol feyri, v chih podzemnyh vladeniyah blestit hrustalnyy grob. No kogda moyo stranstvie ot skazki k skazke okonchitsya, chto ya naydu v kontse puti? Chto ostanetsya ot prezhney menya — i ot moey lyubvi?