Svet Koschey, Mr. Koschey: he fed a hundred people, went for walks, broke his head; the bones were thrown away, the dogs didn’t sniff. No matter how much he did, no one would love him. This is his axiom. This is his (un)life belief. This is his needle in the egg. This is his trouble in his living heart. She makes him dead. Do not flatter yourself - he is immortal not at all from the infinity and fullness of life. He just died as soon as he was born, maybe even earlier. And what is dead once cannot die again. Mortification is his immortality - his endless loneliness. He does not and never has had faith in himself. He is deeply convinced that he is weak, wretched and insignificant. This is his needle. Of course, he hid and hid the needle. Why should others see her? They will begin to touch, move, and violate his fragile paradox of lifeless life. Our ancestors used to cast spells like this: they put a needle into an egg and development stops. There is a symbol of life, but there is no life. The egg is not a simple sign - the whole World was born from the World Egg. So his inner world was not born - it remained in the embryonic state of the fetus. And who should be the unborn, whom no one will love? Ideal, of course! And then there’s the ambush! Ivan also has assistants: a bear body, a hare emotion, a drake thought and a deep soul pike, but they help out of love. And why are the Koshcheevs sitting under pressure in a petrified chest without the right to correspondence? Ahhhh! Yes Yes! He doesn't believe in love. In his world, without his control, everyone will scatter in all directions. And remember what their name was. Of course he looks like an ordinary man. Oh no! He certainly looks better than the average man. Outwardly, he is not a skeleton in armor at all. How could you think such a thing about him! But how could the symbolic metaphorical nature reflect his inner essence? All living things decay, only bones remain incorruptible for thousands of years, as if there is no movement or life in them. And, you know, the bones don’t hurt. And since the living things in him stopped and were hidden far away, many defenses grew up for contact with the outside world: shining, impregnable - his armor. Outwardly, he is narcissistically charming and categorically assertive. And, of course, he is rich. Of course, he languishes over gold. Of course, he knew how to put together a decent budget. It’s scary not to be loved from birth, but to also be poor is unacceptable! Why? Yes, very simple! Money can buy everything that is so similar to love. Love makes a person protected and relaxed - so comfortable furniture and good alcohol are almost the same! Is love the source of care and sex? So a dependent woman will also rustle and won’t refuse bed! This is where his weak point is... He does not expect care, sex, participation from a woman - he demands it all. Insatiable, capricious, like a hungry child. Like a baby - excitedly. Demands and accuses... For him, these are not signs of love at all - they are confirmation that he still owns her and she submits. It's never enough for him. He is always dissatisfied: she cooked it wrong, served it wrong, didn’t order it right, hugged it wrong, kissed it in the wrong place. And any Vasilisa quickly understands that through her armor, no matter where you kiss him, everything is useless. Of course, his woman is in captivity. She demonstrates to him in every possible way that she is not in a relationship of her own free will. But since he says “I can’t live without you,” “I need your care,” “I won’t survive without your love😭,” “I’ll die without you,” like a baby, then okay, she’ll work as his nanny. But the nanny needs to be paid. His companion, feeling the “baby” thrown into her hands, begins to demand hourly payment. Buy, pay, provide, rewrite... His terrible dream comes true... And... He begins to demand even more fiercely. Hugs, sex, proof of devotion. Of course Koschey is suspicious and jealous. The pain makes him lose his mind and do emotional, awkward, aggressively childish things. And then apologize and suffer. Like a small child: “My mother!” He calms down in her arms. Not every Vasilisa is in a relationship with Koshchei. She knows that it is the pain of loss that sends him into his infant state. She knows how to control him - she doesn’t let him get closer and feel safe - she kicks him out,.