The seasoned storyteller approaches the Czech literary myth of the nice old man, whose big and open heart, however, is safely hidden away under the crust of grumpiness and loneliness, by employing a method she knows very well and which adopts the form of a literary sequence that drives out cliché with the use of a surreptitiously civil style. The wide-branching story about how a Huge Book of Fairy Tales suddenly disappeared from the house of a very pragmatical townhouse treasurer, making it necessary to break out of the power of dreams into the real world in order to set up a public library for the benefit of all, displays such spontaneity that it is reminiscent of water, whose steady if uncompromising strength has been fascinating the author for a long time.