Your uncle gave you a wonderful nutcracker. His eyes were like the dead sea, and his hair was blond. Having placed it on the shelf, you suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation, and then you saw something indescribable, the Nutcracker ordered the drummer to beat the general offensive and some kind of battle began. Without understanding, you looked at what was happening, mice and gnomes, everything was going on somehow around you, nothing was clear. The king of the machines reminds the Nutcracker of his seven voices, and you take off your shoe and throw it at the latter. The mice are scattering, there is a hurricane all around and suddenly you feel a rare pain and your ears are ringing and your eyes are dark. The Nutcracker, seeing you, ran up to you and you could feel the wooden arms slightly anxiously pressing on your body and shaking in an attempt to force you to open your eyes.