Starting the Magical Adventure: Read the Beginning of 'Cat and Chick in the Fairy City'

Cat And Chick In The Fairy City

To my sister Masha and my Mum and Dad

Chapter I

Cat and Chick, like most twin sisters, always got the same gifts from their parents, Papa Cat and Mama Hen. Every time, their parents would do the same thing: while the sisters were asleep, they snuck into their room, placed a little stool by their beds, and on top of each stool placed a gift. On Cat and Chick’s twelfth birthday, they did the same thing, but instead of presents in the usual sense of the word, this time there was something incredibly surprising. 

Waking up that day was particularly exciting, like waking before dawn knowing that you are about to go on a journey to unknown lands. Even while still dreaming, Chick began to anticipate. She flew over a vast green field, calm and without a single soul, heading towards her favourite spot – the mouth of a small, clear river, with tall grass partially covered in its water. She turned left and right, controlling her speed as if she was riding a skateboard or snowboard through the air. Then, suddenly, she thought that soon – already at the door – she would be flying not in a dream, but in real life. That maybe right now, on the stool by her bed, awaited the doorway to a world where everything was possible – not just flying, but anything at all. She hurried so much that she flew as fast as she could, blurring the scenery into a green-grey nothing. She shot out of her dream, sitting up in bed with her eyes wide open.

At that moment, Cat, who always woke up with both joy and mild anxiety – a new beautiful day of this world was beginning, where there was so much to get done — stretched her paws and, feeling the special gaze of Chick, turned around. No way! She immediately understood everything by looking into Chick’s eyes – her sister was waiting for her so they could do it together. 

Cat shot upright. Beside her ordinary bed, on the most ordinary stool, carefully placed by her parents at a distance of an outstretched paw, there it was: glowing blue-violet, made of miracles, multi-page (which was especially exciting), in a hard amethyst cover tightly wrapped with dried ivy, bursting with newness and mystery – the book of her life.

Inside, it held every turn, every fateful detail: where to go, what to do, and who to meet in order to live the brightest, fullest, and simply the best life possible.

Cat and Chick had never seen anything more magical. And nothing less magical either. It was the first magical thing they had ever seen. A call from another world – the Fairy City, where they had hoped to go in their dreams, where there would be so many adventures, enough for a thousand lives – and where they would have to go today. This time for real.

They looked at each other and grabbed their books simultaneously. The books were exactly the same from the outside. Chick looked at hers closely. The book would only open by itself once they were in the Fairy City, so for now they had to be content with the cover, which was securely protected by a tightly wound (very tightly – Chick checked) dry magical ivy. Cat and Chick heard Mama Hen in the kitchen talking to Papa Cat: “Just two tiny bundles of soft blankets… only twelve years ago.” Cat and Chick looked at each other.

“It’s time to let the bird... and the kitten, leave the nest,” replied Papa Cat.

So it was true. Time to get ready for the Fairy City! Cat jumped out of bed into her slightly worn blue slippers, going over the lists she’d made four years ago in her mind – which one to start with? The list of things to take? The list of all the people she had to say goodbye to? Definitely best to start with the list of lists.

But Chick stayed still, holding her book. It was believed that these books were brought at night by flocks of emerald parrots. And although Chick had heard a less romantic version from older friends, saying that the books had long since begun coming by regular mail, she didn’t believe this was true. Once, when she and her dad went to the forest for mushrooms, and Chick had almost purposely gotten lost, she saw a flock of birds in the dark forest sky between the trees. They swirled like tea leaves in a glass, only from left to right, all while speeding along. Marvellous technique! Perhaps, on that day, she’d seen those mysterious book-giving birds. Chick tested the ivy again – tight. Something absolutely wonderful was under the cover of her book, and her heart fluttered with excitement.

Meanwhile, Cat was already ticking off the list of things she had put in her suitcase. It was important not to forget anything, and she wouldn’t; that was just Cat. Warm night-time socks to keep her paw pads soft – done. Favourite mug in the shape of a strawberry – done. Salt lamp for reading in bed – done. Unicorn stickers she awarded herself with every evening for doing everything she had planned in the morning – inserted into the netted pocket of her suitcase lid. And, naturally, her most favourite item – her collection of appliance instruction manuals. Reading them from time to time gave Cat peace of mind, knowing she was doing everything right. 

There were so many things, and all of them had to fit into two small suitcases. No one could take more than that to the Fairy City. Neither could she bring her most precious Moonstick, her elderly pet snail. Every time she passed Moonstick while she was packing, Cat gently stroked her shell, saying things like, “You’re my bunny-gunny” or “You’re the prettiest snail in the world.” As she sorted through her necklaces, she even made up a song, the main words being “snail” and “Moonstick,” while the snail wiggled her little shell in time to the tune. 

Recently, Cat had decided to write down in a notebook her various nicknames for her snail, from “bunny-gunny” to “figgy-piggy,” and one notebook wasn’t enough. In fact, she’d stopped after filling the fourth one. In the last hour she must have gone through all the names from those notebooks. Snail was already six years old, out of the seven given to them to live, and Cat was going away, probably for a long time, and it was impossible to predict when she would return. Taking Moonstick with her would be too risky – such an elderly snail might not be able to bear the long, arduous journey, so Cat had made the responsible decision to leave her at home. Mama Hen would look after the snail, of course, but still, it was all very sad. Cat wanted to cry, to run and hug her mama. For two minutes she persuaded herself not to do it, repeating that she was an adult cat now, and then she did.

When Cat reached the kitchen, she saw Mama Hen reading a ten-page instruction manual written by Cat on how to take care of the snail. That helped Cat get her paw on herself a little. After all, she was going to the Fairy City — it was time to behave like a grown-up cat. 

Cat knew how to calm herself down – she should make herself a tea with mint and wild strawberries, sit, clear her mind, and think about nothing. But this time, even tea didn’t help; she still felt uneasy. So uneasy that she ended up reading the kettle’s manual while it brewed.

Even that didn’t work, and before she realised what she was doing, Cat began to tear the little fabric bobbles off the kitchen towel and lay them out on the table in the shape of a daisy. 

“Cat. Cat,” she heard Mama Hen’s voice.

“Huh?”

Mama Hen came up to her and said, “Let’s listen to the silence.”

She sat down next to her, took Cat’s paw with her wing, and then they closed their eyes and listened to Papa Cat banging on the roof with a hammer.

“I’m so sad,” Cat cried.

Mama Hen teared up too and hugged her.

“When you feel like crying, you should cry,” Mama said, stroking her head with her wing. “You won’t fill a ladle with your tears, but when they run out, something new will begin. Something that couldn’t start until those tears were gone.”

Cat cried it all out and sniffed.

“That’s better. You need to learn to find peace, Cat. Books in the Fairy City only open when they sense peace.”

“Mama, can I take my roses with me?”

Mama Hen thought about this. Had the luggage inspection become stricter since the time she snuck in her hydrangea?

“Just make sure you hide them well.”

Chick, who by then had already stuffed all her belongings into her hiking backpack, was helping Papa Cat fix the roof of their two-storey treehouse. 

“Hand me the chisel,” Papa said.

Without looking, Chick felt around, found the tool, and passed it over. Down below, she heard Cat’s soft purring. 

“You are the most beautiful roses in the world,” Cat was saying in the garden, wrapping small pots of miniature roses in paper.

Chick turned her gaze back to the roof. She looked at the tiles, the sky, the trees, and Papa; everything inside her was bubbling with excitement. It was so wonderful – so many new things she would learn, so many interesting adventures to look forward to!

“I’m going to live in the Fairy City!” she shouted. Papa grinned proudly. 

The roof was finished, and now they had to carefully walk along the top to slide back into the window. Papa went first and turned to Chick:

“Scared?”

The roof wasn’t dangerous, but it was scary.

“Well, not really. It’s not frightening, if you don’t get scared,” Chick said, just as she always did.

She tried not to be scared, and it worked – the fear vanished. She reached the window easily and jumped in, pleased with herself.  

“You are something special, Chick,” Papa said, patting her on the shoulder. It was only his third sentence today, after “Come help me on the roof” and “Hand me the chisel,” but that was enough. 

“And remember,” Papa suddenly added as they stood in the attic, “if things ever get too hard in the Fairy City, think of me often, and I’ll come.”

Chick hadn’t considered that it might be hard for her. She got along well with everyone and was known for her ability to solve any conflict peacefully. For other emergencies, she had her favourite battle crossbow packed.

“Do you think it will be tough out there?”

“Well, it is the Fairy City,” Papa said mysteriously.

“But how will I recognise you? They’ll put the spell of oblivion on me.”

“I don’t think you’ll find a cat with ears this big anywhere else.”

It was true, Papa’s ears were huge.

“Let’s come up with something else too, just to be sure.”

Papa thought for a moment.

“Let me eat a grapefruit.” 

That made sense too; nobody ate grapefruit like Papa Cat. Whether he peeled them with his paws, cut them with a knife, or scooped them out with a spoon, his patience was always overcome by his love of grapefruit, and he always ended up covered in juice and sticky to the ears.

It took Cat a whole day to tick off all the lists. In the end, only one thing remained: “Sit for a moment before leaving.” The whole family sat quietly in the kitchen, in a very deep silence. Then Papa clapped his knees and said, “Time to go.” Cat finally ticked the last empty box and stuck a unicorn sticker on her calendar for the day. Done. Now they could leave.

Bye-bye, treehouse, Cat thought as they walked down the path.

She turned around and looked at the house. Cat felt that no matter where she was, some part of her would always be here, in her parents’ house. Not a big part. Just a tiny little cat. But it would always be here. Cat even knew where that part would be: on the kitchen shelf between the ketchup bottle labelled “cinnamon” and the carafe of water. In a yellow dress – looking just like her, only many times smaller. Cat smiled and hurried to catch up with the others.


On their way, the family stopped by Granny Purr’s house. The silver-furred cat, wearing a quilted green dressing gown, immediately led them to the table with treats. Fried potatoes with mushrooms, pancakes, pickled cucumbers, and lentil pies – in such quantities that it would have been enough to feed a party of ten. But the family of the Cat and the Hen had prepared for such a development and hadn't eaten for four hours. 

“Why did you eat so little?” Granny Purr asked unhappily, when everyone had eaten so much that it was hard to breathe. 

Then Granny gave Cat and Chick fifteen gold coins each for their birthdays. 

When Cat hugged Granny goodbye she suddenly realised why she was so sad today - she caught herself with a bad thought: her chances of seeing Granny again were about the same as seeing her pet snail. 

And not because Grandma was ill, no, she was well, and not because she was quite old. 

It was simply that - Granny was so wise that there was nothing left for her to learn or discover in this world. She wasn’t interested in the gossip other grannies passed around the town, chatting through paper cups. She simply lived her life without judging anyone, loved everyone, felt a little lonely at times, and just… waited.

And what if it suddenly happened? To burst into tears on Cat's part would have been inappropriate, like saying out loud - "I'm afraid Granny won't live long!". She, holding back as much as she could, looked into the kind cat's eyes with grey lashes. There, she saw a playful spark, like that of a child.

“There's no need for you to worry about us saying goodbye," Granny said gently and winked. 

Cat’s heart felt lighter. Perhaps the all-knowing Granny knew something she didn’t.

For some more time, Cat and Chick went through their belongings, trying to make room for the jar of strawberry jam they had been given. In the end, the family reached the park not early as they had hoped, but just in time. Chick had never been to the park in the evening before. What is there to do in the park when it's dark? It's a park. At night it seemed to disappear for her, and more importantly it was closed. But today was a special day — or rather, evening — as twilight fell.

The rose garden was completely different, like looking at the back of embroidery. The roses were blue and the trees were purple; Everything else was probably the same. Only the atmosphere was kind of mysterious. 

Oh yes, and there was the giant perch. It stood in the middle of a large field at the very centre of the park and was as tall as a three-storey house. The perch lay on its belly, with its fins resting on the ground.

On its back, it carried passenger cabins covered in shiny metal on either side, with square windows and two rows of seats. Mountain climbing equipment was attached to the roof: huge carabiners, slings, a helmet, and so on, little things. This was their bus. Or rather, an Anabus – a giant Anabas, a crawling fish. Or, as it preferred to introduce itself, a climbing perch.

Even the beautiful oak tree on the far side of the park was completely hidden behind the perch’s body.

Chick stood next to Anabas' right eye and was about the same height. The black, shiny eyeballs were close to each other and didn’t blink. Chick looked closely at them.

“What?" Anabas asked in a deep bass. 

“Nothing,” replied the Chick, “Sorry.”

Ahead of them lay a long journey across mountains and seas — just think about it! On the back of a giant land fish specially bred in the Fairy City! It had been hard to imagine such a thing before. They’d probably have had to walk with their bags. But technology in the Ordinary City was advancing quickly, thanks to the inventions brought by the citizens of the Fairy City. And in the Fairy City itself, there were countless technological wonders. It was even said that there was a machine that allowed you to talk to someone who was very, very far away, and you didn't even have to pull a string between paper cups.

How many more amazing discoveries would Chick see in her lifetime? How many miracles would she witness? It’s mind-blowing! It’s so inspiring! That feeling in her chest rose again: excitement mixed with happiness and wonder. And a confidence — adventure awaited.

“We’re going to the Fairy City!” Chick shouted, unable to hold back her excitement. She jumped with joy, shaking Cat by the shoulder. Those standing nearby turned to look at her. They were other youngsters with their parents who had come to see them off — about forty in total. According to the traditions of cat-and-chicken families, children were sent to the Fairy City at the age of twelve. In other families, it was different, but mostly older. 

The Fairy City didn’t call everyone. Not everyone was ready for the challenges and lessons. And some just didn't want to. Which for Chick was unthinkable.

“Well,” said Papa Cat, hiding his excitement, "we've taught you everything we could. The rest is up to you”. 

Mum smiled slightly at this heartfelt speech, from which Chick realised that a longer speech was being prepared.  

Meanwhile, Cat noticed her classmate Wallaby – the albino kangaroo who smiled every time she looked at him, and she noticed that when something funny happened in class, they would turn to look at each other. Cat didn’t want to get ahead of herself, but lately, the knights with shields and armour she had been drawing in her notebooks seemed to always turn out to be albinos.

At the same time, Anabas tiredly and carelessly cast a forgetfulness spell on the incoming passengers with a flick of his fin, and the seats on either side of him were slowly taken. 

Chick waited eagerly for her turn looking forward to the new sensations she would experience from the spell. But nothing special happened.

Although something did happen a little later – when Anabas, through a loudspeaker, insistently and somewhat annoyingly read out an announcement that they would only be "taking care of business" strictly at stops on land, and that they wouldn't be able to get off in the sea, "for objective reasons," "don’t even ask." Just then, some cat with big ears ran into the bus and put two gift boxes in Chick’s wings.

"We forgot to give this to you, it's for your birthday," said the generous stranger.

In each box Cat and Chick found identical glowing house slippers, the same puzzles and brainteasers, and birthday cards signed in messy paw-writing, unmistakably by Hen’s paw - "Wishing you happiness in the new place". It was all exactly what they wanted. 

The Anabus moved on. Unfamiliar animals waved goodbye outside the window. The sisters waved back, hoping that somewhere out there among the crowd were their mum and dad. 

Chapter II

Cat and Chick had only ever had one argument in their lives, when they were six years old. That time, Chick wanted to go for a walk with the Cat, but the Cat wanted to stay at home. They sulked and went to opposite corners, but after half a minute, they looked at each other, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing — they looked so funny. And because they simply couldn't stay mad at each other and didn’t enjoy arguing, they learned to find compromises. So such a simple question as "who will sit at the window in the anabus" did not cause them any problems. 

The Cat, who had learned the route in advance, split it in half so that each of them could sit by the window — once as they climbed to the top and once as they sailed across the sea.

It was also written in one of Cat's notebooks that she was the first to sit by the window last time, so she gave up that seat to Chick at the beginning of the journey. Everything has to be done by the book.

"That’s your classmate," Chick remarked, nodding towards the albino Wallaby sitting two rows ahead.

"Shush!"  said the Cat, embarrassed.

"Let’s go and say hi!" Chick gave her a little push, but just as Cat began to peer out into the passage, Anabas's loud, bored voice rang out: "Walking while moving is strictly prohibited."

Cat sighed, gave up on the idea, and was lost in thought as she began drawing a braid pattern in her checkered notebook.

"What are you thinking about?" Chick asked.

They always did that — if they saw one of them flying too far out of reality. 

"Oh, nothing." Cat hesitated. "I was just thinking… it would be nice if he wrote me a note. Something like: ‘Hey, Cat, how are you doing? Glad you're on this trip too.’”

"So write it yourself".

"No way! I'm so embarrassed, I don't want to intrude".

"What’s embarrassing about being friendly? And what do you mean by ‘intrude,’ Cat?” Chick was honestly perplexed. “It’s a pleasure to talk to you".

Cat sighed deeply, trying to take in not only the air but also Chick’s confidence that things really were that simple.

"HeLLo, hOw aRe yOu?" – Cat wrote in her notebook, then crossed it out, tore out the page, and crumpled it up.

"Are you going to Magic City too?" – This note was crumpled up even faster.

"Hello! How wonderful that we’re going to Magic City! I can’t wait to see it! – Cat.", she composed, not without Chick's help. 

The note began its journey to its destination. After three minutes and one thoroughly chewed pencil, a reply arrived: "Hi! So glad to hear you’re coming too. Hooray! – Wallaby."

Сat twitched her knees in joy and gave Chick’s shoulder a shake. Chick smiled.

It was already dark outside the windows, and the Climbing Perch slightly dimmed the light in the cabin. Chick was admiring the black peaks of the mountains against a sky – so full of stars, as if someone there had torn a bag of stars, spilling them all onto a clear glass plate. Cat wrapped herself in a plaid and turned on her side. She smiled and closed her eyes. But suddenly, she turned back to Chick and said:

“The coolest thing about today is that the books came to both of us!”

She and Chick rejoiced at this fact, as they had completely forgotten it during the day's busyness. It would have been an oversight not to rejoice.

Cat turned on her side again, closed her eyes and fell sweetly asleep with the pleasant feeling that everything for today was finally done. 

They spent the whole night and a little bit of the next morning in the anabus. At times, the Climbing Perch—whistling classic Magic City hits—climbed vertically upwards, so they had to fasten their seatbelts and practically lay on their backs. At other times, they tried on oxygen masks just in case the cabin leaked in deep water. All this did little to hinder their attempts to sleep — though sleep enveloped them and then receded like a warm summer breeze.

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Thank you for reading the first chapter of Cat and Chick in the Fairy City! The fact that you’re here means so much to me!

It will take me some time to translate the book from Cat language into English. I plan to release 1-2 chapters per month, with the next update coming on March 25, 2025.

In the meantime, you can subscribe to updates or support the project by simply treating me to a coffee.

Thank you for being part of this magical journey — I can’t wait to share more of the Cat's story with you! See you soon!

Creative Literary Games for Kids and Family: Make Writing Fun Together

Wondering what to do in your free time with your child (or even with your inner child)? Try one of these games! As a creative writing tutor for children, I promise — good mood and a burst of creative energy are guaranteed.

1. Tall Tales

What you’ll need: A piece of paper, pens or pencils

On the paper, write the following questions in a column on the left:

• Who?

• With whom?

• Where?

• When?

• What were they doing?

• Who arrived?

• What did they say?

• What did they do?

• How did it end?

You can add your own questions if you like. For example: What emotion, on which planet, in which clothes, etc.

Each participant takes turns answering one question, folds the paper so the answer isn’t visible, and passes it to the next participant. When all the questions are answered, the paper is unfolded. It’s usually very fun! A simple and funny story is created together, but no one knew what it was going to be about. The result is always unexpected, and sometimes so unusual that it sparks further imagination.

Everyone loves this game. It’s a great way to warm up your imagination and reminds you that writing is fun, and in a story, anything can happen! And that makes it all the more surprising and entertaining!

2. Story by Pictures

For this game, you’ll need a chart (for example, 6x6) with various pictures. These could include a cat, a bicycle, a flowerpot, a thundercloud, and so on.
The participant, without looking at the pictures, calls out six numbers from one to thirty-six (or one to six in each row, if they haven’t yet learned how to count that high).

A story is then created based on the selected pictures. This game is truly magical because the story just comes to you as you look at the pictures.

The story can be anything: sad, funny, scary. It could be about friendship, help, or a journey around the world—whatever comes to mind. Whatever you come up with is the right story.

Though it may seem more “childish,” this game requires a bit of guidance to start. It’s important to show an example to the child first — how it works. After playing it a few times, the connections in their mind start to form, and from then on, they won’t stop! :) Children feel very proud of themselves because this game does require some effort, but the result is often very "rewarding," boosting their self-esteem. Plus, the story is filled with personal associations, which makes it even more valuable in the eyes of the creator.

3. "Good News/Bad News"

For this game, you first need to create a hero — who can be anyone (a person, an animal, a vehicle, etc.), but they must be somewhat relatable to us (for example, they like to hum). This way, we can empathize with their adventures.

Next, you need to come up with an important goal for the hero. For example, to catch a flight on time to make it to their grandmother’s birthday. Then, for every action the hero takes, we come up with something that gets in their way. Did they leave the house? The key broke. That’s bad, but not too bad, because they have a spare one. They took the bus, but not the right one. That’s bad, but not too bad — they switched to the metro and arrived even earlier. And so on.

Children love this game! They shout out suggestions and get really involved. It works especially well when the goal chosen is something they’re familiar with, such as getting ready for school, a party, or the holidays.

4. Hat Game

What you’ll need: A piece of paper, a pen or pencil, and a hat or cap.

This is the simplest game, but the result can be truly stunning!

Everyone writes ten answers to the question "Who/What" on small pieces of paper and places them in the hat. Then, pull out one piece of paper and set it aside. Empty the hat and fill it with new pieces that say "What kind of..." or "How..." Pull out a second piece of paper and unfold it along with the first.

You end up with incredible story titles: Chocolate Rose, Purple Hippopotamus, Iron Tree.
Then begins the true feast of imagination: What is this story? What happens in it? Who is the hero?

Definitely try this game and enjoy the pleasure of its results!

5."I Am the Hero!"

Almost 80 years ago, American scholar Joseph Campbell discovered that many ancient stories follow the same pattern: someone enters a new place or finds themselves in an unusual situation, but they overcome it, gain a reward, and return home.
This pattern was called "The Hero's Journey," and writers use it to craft their stories.

Remember when you encountered something new: everything was normal, but then suddenly it changed. How did you manage to deal with it? What did it give you? What did it teach you? How do you now feel about something that used to seem very unusual?

Children usually catch on quickly, remembering many different stories. For example:

• "My grandmother went to the store and left me home alone" (it was scary, but I dealt with it and I’m not afraid anymore!).

• A trip to the countryside during the holidays is also a popular theme.

• The first day of kindergarten or school — always a hit and easy to break down into steps. We often suggest this if a child struggles to recall a memory.

The benefits of this game are hard to overestimate. The looks on children’s faces when they realize how to integrate their personal experiences into a story are priceless. This game isn’t as energetic and wild as the others, but it certainly triggers very important processes, boosts self-esteem, and helps children mature right before your eyes.

6. Ten First Thoughts

The goal of this game: write down the first ten words that come to mind.
The famous writer Ray Bradbury did this to come up with a story.

Looking at these words, you can create: Who the hero is, what they do, where it happens, and what unfolds in the story.

Children get very involved in this game just by coming up with words, and it’s a simple task that keeps them engaged. They love playing with their personal word associations, and they do so with great interest.

That’s all for now. In conclusion, don’t forget to praise yourself for the story you’ve created. Because any story is good if it’s yours!

My Path: Who I Am and What Drives Me

My name is Ekaterina Kakurina, and I am a writer, narrative lead, and creative writing tutor based in London.

This blog is my way of sharing my love for creative writing techniques and storytelling.

I wrote my first book, a detective story, when I was just six years old. The culprit in the story was a parrot. I published it in a hardcover format, using my own notebook, and illustrated it with drawings made with a blue pen.

During my teenage and young adult years, I reached the finals of several literary competitions. I received positive feedback on my work and encountered new concepts such as “plot.” By the time I was twenty-three, I realized that life was clearly suggesting that while I had an innate talent, mastering the tools of the trade would be beneficial.

That’s how I ended up attending evening classes for aspiring writers. I enjoyed being surrounded by like-minded people, learning literary tricks, and engaging in thoughtful discussions with a very serious face. I decided to continue on this path and pursued a master’s degree.

To this day, the master’s program has been one of the best experiences of my life. There, I met my mentors, brilliant teachers, and skilled professionals. The knowledge I gained not only helped me win a literary prize for my manuscript and publish my first book but also provided me with a diverse, cross-media education that allows me to work in any field involving storytelling and words.

My creative horizons expanded to include scriptwriting, which was the first passion ignited by my master’s program. I developed two additional passions: fairy tales and teaching. I have always loved fairy tales, but it was during my studies that I explored them more deeply and gained the ability to quote Vladimir Propp by heart.

During my studies, I also discovered a love for teaching. A fellow student and I organized a summer literary workshop for children, purely out of curiosity. It turned out to be such a rewarding experience that we developed two original programs, which we successfully taught for several years. One program provides children with tools for creative writing, while the other teaches teenagers how to express deep emotions.

Currently, I work as the narrative lead on the game Bylina, offer individual creative writing classes for children, and develop my own method for creating original fairy tales.

The world of Cat and Chick, which you can explore on this site, is my great love. I am happy to open Fairy City to you and share the secrets of the magic of animal wizards.

Now you know me a bit better. I’d love to get to know you in return! Write in the comments who you are, what interests you, and what you’d like to read about in my blog. Or just ask any question. I love questions.

If you’re interested in collaborating, simply fill out the form on the site — I’ll make sure to read your message and get in touch.

That's it for now. To finish off, I’d like to share a quote with you that has guided me for many years (it’s not just about writing — it’s about the importance of finding what drives you in this life):

"If the notion is good enough, if it truly belongs to you, then you can't forget it — it will haunt you till it's written." — Truman Capote