Koschey the Immortal returned from distant wanderings to his castle, where his faithful friend Wolf was waiting for him. Either the owner was absent from home for too long, or the world has changed so much, but Koschey the Immortal among young and romantic virgins began to be called Koschey the Beautiful. The wolf sighed sorrowfully over the body spread out in the corridor of the castle: - Well, you yourself understand that once every hundred years we are looking for a bride for you. The selection of brides should take place according to tradition... Koschey did not give signs of life. The wolf began to persuade his friend again: - Well, do you want us to scare everyone away? You never know what the girls invented for themselves... Lovely! Pf! Koschey did not give up, lay quietly. The wolf sighed, giving the last argument: - Koscheushka, well, you are still dead in life, where is even worse?