In the universe of Vladislav Krapivin, where they live, work and fight, love and hate, perish and perform feats, the heroes of his works, miracles and fiction act on equal rights. Space supercruisers of long-range intelligence coexist here with boys flying over the world like breezes, witches get along with robots, and schoolchildren choose a very intelligent robot boy as their friend. The universe itself at Krapivin is not just an immense space with stellar galaxies-seas and planets-islands in them - it is an immense crystal, the number of faces is infinite, and on each facet of its world, similar to the neighboring and dissimilar. On one side is the Earth on which we live. On the neighboring side is a planet, almost indistinguishable from ours, only everything here is turned inside out. Because those who say creatures of incomprehensible nature, not even having their own shell, and inhabiting mannequins and statues subordinated it to themselves for some insane purpose.