In one kingdom-state, an old psychologist worked. Once Ivan the Fool came to him for a consultation and said: “I feel bad.” Vasilisa the Wise went to the gray wolf, there is no agreement with the king on a decent maintenance, the prince brothers do not allow passage - they call him a fool. I was advised to go to you - as if you knew a special conspiracy, you’ll talk to me and all the problems will go away - Oh, Ivan, what do you want from me anyway? Look, go to the goldfish - she’s a master of miracles, and I’ll make you work, think with your head - No, old man, I was with the fish - she demands an utter fee - half a kingdom -, it’ll be cheaper for you - Well , I don’t know conspiracies, Ivan, I don’t know. And I don’t know how to cast magic. - What are you doing then, I don’t understand? - I can help you learn how to use your thinking, They’ll stop calling you a fool, they’ll start asking for advice - What do you need for this? - Well, first of all, You and I will agree on what you will do, I will give you tasks - you will carry them out; I will ask you questions, to which you will answer me - No, grandfather, I can ask you questions and tasks myself. You’d better show me some kind of miracle.” The psychologist sighed, “Okay, Vanya.” Close eyes. Closed? Now think about what your troubles are like, describe it figuratively - Well, this is it, it’s a big pile, all kinds of garbage - Okay, what do you want to do with this garbage? - Well, throw it away, what else? - You’re good thought? And what will be left instead of garbage? - Damn, grandfather - you're right. There are valuable things there. The watch is a batin, a royal gift; Vasilisino’s necklace, and so on in little things - Okay, Vanya. Let's sort through the pile. The tale tells itself quickly, but it doesn't take long to get it done. An hour and a half later. - Well, Vanya, is everything so bad for you? What will you do tomorrow? - Well, I need to talk to my dad so that he can be assigned to state affairs. But, I don’t understand, where is the miracle? - Vanya, I don’t do miracles. I teach people how to use their heads. - Hmm, not a bad job. After all, I can do this too - You can, Vanya. After all, they call many people fools, I’m not enough for everyone - Why, grandfather, will you take me as your student? - I’ll take it, Vanya, I’ll take it. But first I’ll give you a task. - What kind of task? - Go, dear friend Vanyusha, I don’t know where, and bring me something, I don’t know what. Yes, look to me, make it on time - Uh-uh, grandfather. Stop. How come I don’t know where? Where exactly should they go and why? And so they began their quest for miracles that the brain is capable of.