Fantasy is always attractive. It's so wonderful to enter a waterfall of fantasy, to visit lands where gravity does not interfere with flying, and words have the power of a powerful power plant... Only most of the authors writing about such worlds fill their creations with blood and pain. They turn the world of a fairy tale into a world of death, and woe to all who do not look like a person, if they had the misfortune to be born...
The story "Cursed by happiness" tells about two worlds separated by an insurmountable Boundary. A rock that is hated on both sides - what does it carry? Happiness or captivity? Is it possible to destroy the line between fairy tale and reality?
Is it necessary?..