Sleepy kingdom

Once upon a time there was a tsar, and he had a daughter, but such a beauty that you cannot say in a fairy tale or describe with a pen. Many suitors sat on the doorstep of the palace, but everyone left with nothing, and even thanked God for leaving alive. The princess loved to dance more than anything in the world and set the following condition:
- I'll marry the one who dances me!
And so, as soon as a new groom appeared, the princess carried him away in a couple and ran through all the chambers of the palace. The best dancers tried to compete with her, but she was tireless, ready to rush back and forth to the music at least all day, and no one could dance her. Some, weaker, fell lifeless, those who were stronger, barely left on bending legs, forever swearing to start dancing.
And then one day a new guest appeared in the palace. Music began to play, and the princess paired with him. And what? An hour passed, and two, and three, and the guest was still tireless. By the end of the day, the princess could barely move her legs, and the groom danced and danced as if he had just begun. In the end, the girl fainted, without finishing the dance, broken by fatigue, and the guest laughed:
“King, I could claim my reward, but I don't need your daughter. From this crazy fun, I will calm you for eternal times: you, and the princess, and your capital city, and the whole kingdom - you will finally rest. You will fall asleep deeply, and you will sleep until someone who can overpower me appears.
And I must say that this was not an ordinary person, but the very god of winter and mortal stupor Karachun, a hater of all kinds of fun. As he promised, he did so: everyone in this kingdom fell asleep - both the king and the dancer princess, and courtiers, and servants, and all the inhabitants, both people and animals. Soon the paths and roads were overgrown so that no one could pass or pass, and only in fairy tales and legends the memory of the Sleepy Kingdom was preserved ...