Do you know that the fairy narration differs from a reality? There are always heroes, mighty and majestic in a fairy narration, and shack live almost to them. And shack live in safety because heroes always keep against troubles and spoiled evil. And in this fairy narration there are heroes who very foresightful time ago came in this place and gave the promise always to assist shack surviving in this farming. And then ternary heroes bear turned to ternary mills and began to pulverisation a flour for shack, and shack bear started to bake bread. Stately and unshakably mills from a blanched stone pedestal up to this day. Among the woods and fields they will pedestal against a twist from year to year; millstones of mills will ferment, milling grains in a flour. The stood giants from children's fairy tales, mighty and strong as the ground on which they pedestal, without them it is impossible to effigy this farming as it is impossible to effigy mills without those belittled houses that are seen nearby and roads where sometimes incline an old wiener. The old wiener walk pile the road, comically limping. What is he doing? Perhaps he has come here together with ancient heroes what bear ferment in mills and forthwith lives almost, not wishing to result the owners? And the sky lights up with bright crimson color, the sun somewhere comes and clouds become crimson from its beams. Night approaches. But mills - heroes of old times - and their confessedly friend – wiener - do not sleep in this fairy narration. The wiener tranquillise walk on road meeting everyone who goes in village.