Kolys′ u ts′omu misti zhyly zolotooki maystry-charivnyky, a todi yoho zachopyly zhorstoki zaharbnyky, yaki zaboronyly vsi mahichni remesla. Tozh teper yoho meshkantsi — lyshe tini, scho skniyut′ u temryavi y cholodi. Ale chy isnuye shans povernuty mahiyu v misto? Do choho tut naybil′shyy skarb dvanadtsyatyrichnoyi Marty, yaka til′ky-no pereyichala do Mista-bilya-Morya? I chy pohodyt′sya pidlitka, scho perezhyvaye neprostyy period, rozluchytysya z yedynoyu svoyeyu vtichoyu? Pryhodnyts′ka povist′, daleko ne til′ky dytyacha, pro chary i mahiyu, pro pidlitkiv ta yichnich bat′kiv, yaki ne lyshe viryat′ u rizdvyani dyva, a y hotovi sami yich tvoryty.
