About the book: 2014 / Somehow Inessa Tsiporkina and Anna Braslavskaya had an idea: to write an adventurous fantasy of a parody nature. Thus was born a terrible story about the unsatisfied sense of completeness of being and everyday life inherent in some natural-born Main Heroines of the Big Fantasy Novel. Don't complain about harpography and grammar! The authors are deaf, blind and ignorant. And besides, they do not use the rules of the Russian language, but the rules of a fantasy language, stillborn and sacred. The story of how a meatball-seller became a queen. Well, of course, she was the Chosen One first. Then a princess. Then an orphan. Then the elf's beloved. Then a warrior, a killer, a fighter and a thunderstorm with precipitation. And then she got married and it was all over, thank God. And don’t say that this is a spoiler, because you already knew the plot, it’s always the same. But of course, this story could not end with a wedding. The husband was kidnapped from his bed, his wife rushed to save him, abandoning the throne to the mercy of temporary workers... Everything according to the laws of the genre. What did you want? *** I decided to return to the forgotten and abandoned “Crap Sword” in order to finish the second book - and not write any more sequels to this saga, never, ever. And in order to get motivation for this heroic feat, I am posting the first, completed book of “Crap Sword” on the site for open access, I don’t want to read it. So everyone who has managed to forget about the misadventures of Queen Murmundia the Indestructible - go to the site. The author, meanwhile, takes the keyboard in his hands and moves at a businesslike pace towards the completion of the story about the consummation of the marriage of Murmundia and Rosamund, for the sake of which our Murka, as befits a Meris, went through fire, water and a magical academy. At the same time, the author admits that he started everything and involved him in his a stupid idea by Anna Braslavskaya and Kirill Klyuev solely for the sake of answering the question that overtook every time when reading works of women's humorous fiction: how, how can you write this? And only respect for the name of Charles Darwin did not allow me to put this work under the heading of scientific articles - “The Voyage of the Beagle.” *** Well, that’s all, my dears. Final. "Crap Sword" is over. But never again, I swear by all the devils of all hells. Because no matter how hard you try to over-emphasize the idea, you still end up with a meaningful work, full of hidden ideas and hints. Empty, racially correct JUF is not written by authors like me. But laughing at graphomaniacs and at the same time filling the text with ideas is not an easy task. Inessa Tsiporkina