On the trail of a 300-year-old fairy tale. Kurdejov. Ždánice forest.

 The last, most overwhelming Tatar attack was about to take place. Crooked sabers flashed, the guttural screams of the enraged Asian attackers did not promise the slightest sympathy. The defenders no longer had the strength to fight. The walls are crumbling, the gate is cracking. "Everybody to the church," shouted the commander of the defenders over the roar of battle. One by one they come running, wounded, bleeding, and they know that there is only one chance to save them from the death that came here on horseback,…