Istoria, kotoruu a hotchu wam powedat, dorogiye moi, proisoshla w 1931 godu wo Francii, w Parighe. Gil-bil na swete maltchik po imeni Chyugo Kabre. Gil ne tughil. I wot w odin prekrasny den k nemu popal sagadotchny risunok, kotory nawsegda peremenil yego ghisn, - potchti kak w skaske. Pered wami kniga, kniga neobitchnaa. Preghde tchem otkrit yeye, saghmurtes i predstawte, budto wi prishli w kino. Swet pogas, i wi widite perwiye kadri: woshodit solnce, pered wami rasworatchiwayetsa panorama Parigha, i wot, nakonec, kamera wihwatiwayet krasiwoye starinnoye sdaniye woksala. Slowno po manoweniu wolshebnoi palotchki dweri yego raspahiwautsa, i wi popadayete w ogromny gulky sal, sapolnenny passaghirami. Wi probirayetes skwos tolpu, i wdrug washe wnimaniye priwlekayet maltchik-oborwish, kotory kuda-to speshit. Sowetuu ne otstawat ot nego, potomu tchto eto i yest Chyugo Kabre. Bes nego nikakih priklutcheny ne budet... A teper otkriwaite glasa i pristupaite k tchteniu. I wi sami poimete, tchem udiwitelna eta kniga.