It's interesting to read a fairy tale about neighbors from those who have only recently taken off their bast shoes and come out of the swamp. But the yoke of the slave has not been cast off yet.

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There was a princess in China, whose name was… well, she wasn’t named at all, but everyone whispered: "Hny." Because she would whine. Constantly. Because the yellow-blue dress gave her an itch on her back, or that the ducks in the garden didn’t applaud her with every wave of her fan — no one really understood. She asked for golden peach pies to be brought to her every hour, complained about the wind, about the sunlight, about the too fat servants, about the too thin servants, and generally about all living things.

The father-emperor, exhausted by his daughter's whining and begging, decided: "Let’s send her to the Huns. Let them instill some tolerance!" The Huns received the princess — and also fell into despair. The Shanyu tried to explain that the steppe is vast and freedom is happiness, but Hny demanded that every horse wear silk socks for her and that every cloud repeat her name.

In the end, she was exiled to the distant steppes, but Hny did not lose her composure. She continued to beg, dug a sea, put a golden toilet on it, grew a long tuft — and suddenly discovered America. The local tribes were shocked by her: no one knew that someone could be so capricious and at the same time so inventive.

In this tale, there is as much truth as in a coin XNY.