The wild and wonderful world of the Central Caucasus is overlooking the “sad Demon” from cosmic heights: Kazbek sparkles like a diamond, Terek jumps with a lioness, Dariahal gorge curls with a snake - and feels nothing but contempt. Evil and that bored the spirit of evil. Everything is a burden: and indefinite loneliness, and immortality, and unlimited power over insignificant land. The landscape, meanwhile, is changing. Under the wing of a flying Demon, it is no longer a cluster of rocks and abysses, but the lush valleys of happy Georgia: the splendor and breath of thousands of plants, voluptuous midday heat and dewy aromas of bright nights. Alas, these magnificent paintings do not cause new thoughts in the inhabitants of the superstellar edges. Only for a moment the Demon’s distracted attention delays the festive revival in the usually silent possessions of the Georgian feudal lord: the manor of the estate, Prince Gudal, was the only heiress, and in his high house they are preparing for the wedding celebration.

Relatives gathered ahead of time, the wines are already pouring, and the bridegroom of Princess Tamara, the brilliant ruler of the Synodal, will arrive by sunset, and while the servants are rolling the old carpets: according to the custom, on the carpeted roof, the bride, before the groom appears, must perform a traditional dance with a tambourine. Princess Tamara is dancing! Oh how she dances! Either a bird rushes, a small tambourine circling overhead, then it freezes, like a frightened doe, and a light cloud of sadness runs through a lovely bright-eyed face. After all, this is the last day of the princess in her father's house! Will someone else's family meet her somehow? No, no, Tamara is not given to marry against her will. She loves the bridegroom chosen by her father: in love, young, handsome, - more than that! But here no one constrained her freedom, but there ... Having driven away the "secret doubt", Tamara smiles again. Smiles and dances. The gray-haired daughter Gudal is proud, the guests admire, raise their horns, pronounce magnificent toasts: “I swear, such a beautiful woman / I haven’t blossomed under the sun!” The demon was admired by another bride. It circles and circles over the wide courtyard of the Georgian castle, as if chained to an dancing girl’s figure as if by an invisible chain. In the desert of his soul inexplicable excitement. Has a miracle happened? Truly happened: "In him, a feeling suddenly spoke / Once upon a time with his native language!" Well, and what will the free son of the ether do, fascinated by the mighty passion for an earthly woman? Alas, the immortal spirit does as a cruel and powerful tyrant would do in his situation: it kills an opponent. At the instigation of the Demon, Tamara's groom is attacked by robbers. Having plundered wedding gifts, having broken security and dispersed timid camel drivers, the abreks disappear. A faithful steed (priceless suit, gold) takes the wounded prince out of the battle, but he, already in the dark, is caught up by an angry stray bullet on the tip of an evil spirit. With a dead master in a saddle embroidered with colored silk, the horse continues to ride at full speed: the horseman, who has turned a golden mane in his last frantic dress, must keep the prince's word: to ride dead or alive at the wedding feast, and only when he reaches the gate he falls dead.

The bride's family groans and cries. Blacker than the clouds of Gudal, he sees God's punishment in what happened. Having fallen on the bed, as it was - in pearls and brocade, Tamara sobs. And suddenly: a voice. Unfamiliar. Magic. He comforts, comforts, heals, tells fairy tales and promises to fly to her every night - night flowers barely bloom - so that "to cast golden eyelashes / Dreams of gold ...". Tamara looks around: nobody !!! Really it seemed? But then where is the commotion? Who has no name! By morning, the princess still falls asleep and sees a strange one - is it not the first of the promised gold? - a dream. Shining with unearthly beauty, a certain “newcomer” is leaning toward her head. This is not a guardian angel, there is no luminous halo around his curls, but he does not seem to resemble the hell of a hell either: he’s too sad, looks with love! And so every night: as soon as the night flowers wake up, is. Guessing that it was not someone who was embarrassing her irresistible dream, but the “crafty spirit” herself, Tamara asked her father to let her go to the monastery. Gudal was angry - the suitors, one more enviable than the other, besieged their house, and Tamara refused everyone. Losing his patience, he threatens a reckless curse. Tamaru does not stop this threat; finally Gudal inferior. And here she is in a secluded monastery, but here, in the sacred monastery, during the hours of solemn prayers, through the church singing she can hear the same magical voice, in the fog of incense rising to the vaults of the gloomy temple, Tamara sees the same image and the same eyes - irresistible, like a dagger.

Having fallen to his knees in front of the divine icon, the poor maiden wants to pray to the saints, and her naughty heart wants to "pray to Him." The beautiful sinner is no longer being deceived at her own expense: she is not just embarrassed by an obscure dream of love, she is in love: passionately, sinful, as if the night visitor captivating her with unearthly beauty was not a stranger from the invisible, intangible world, but an earthly youth. The demon, of course, understands everything, but, unlike the unfortunate princess, she knows what is unknown to her: the earthly beauty will pay for a moment of physical closeness with him, an unearthly creature, death. Therefore, it is slow; he is even ready to abandon his criminal plan. In any case, he thinks so. One night, having already approached the treasured cell, he tries to leave, and in fear feels that he cannot flap his wing: the wing does not move! Then he drops a single tear - an inhuman tear burns a stone.

Realizing that even he, seemingly omnipotent, can not change anything, the Demon is no longer in the form of an obscure nebula, but embodied, that is, in the image of a winged, but beautiful and courageous person. However, the guardian angel blocks her way to the sleeping Tamara’s bed and demands that the vicious spirit does not touch his angelic shrine. The demon, smiling cunningly, explains to the messenger of paradise that he appeared too late and that in his, the Demon’s possessions, where he possesses and loves, the cherubims have nothing to do. Tamara, waking up, does not recognize the young man of his dreams as an occasional guest. She doesn’t like his speeches either - lovely in a dream, in reality they seem dangerous to her. But the Demon reveals her soul to her - Tamara is touched by the immense sadness of a mysterious stranger, now he seems to her a sufferer. Nevertheless, something bothers her both in the form of an alien and in arguments that are too complicated for her mind to weaken. And she, oh holy naivety, asks him to swear that he does not dissemble, does not deceive her credulity. And the demon swears. Than only he does not swear - and the sky, which he hates, and the hell, which despises, and even the shrine, which he does not have. The Oath of the Demon - a brilliant example of male love of eloquence - which a man does not promise a woman when the fire of desires burns in his "blood!" In the “impatience of passion”, he does not even notice that he is contradicting himself: he either promises to take Tamara to the superstellar lands and makes him the queen of the world, or assures us that he will build magnificent halls for her from the paltry earth, from turquoise and amber. Nevertheless, the outcome of the fateful date is not decided by words, but by the first touch - of hot male lips - to trembling female lips. The night watchman of the monastery, making a lesson around, slows down the steps: the cell of the new nun has unusual sounds, such as a "two-mouth consonant kiss." Embarrassed, he stops and hears: first a moan, and then a terrible, albeit weak - like a dying scream.

Announced of the death of the heiress, Gudal takes the body of the deceased from the monastery. He firmly decided to bury his daughter in an alpine family cemetery, where one of his ancestors, for the atonement of many sins, erected a small temple. In addition, he does not want to see his Tamara, even in a coffin, in a rough hair shirt. By his order, the women of his hearth dress the princess as they did not dress in the days of fun. Three days and three nights, higher and higher, a mournful train moves, in front of Gudal on a snow-white horse. He is silent, and the rest is silent. So many days have passed since the death of the princess, but her corruption does not touch her - the color of the brow, as in life, is whiter and cleaner than the covers? And this smile, as if frozen on the lips ?! Mysterious as her death itself !!! Having given his peri gloomy ground, the funeral caravan starts off on the way back ... Wise Gudal did everything right! The river of times washed away his high house, where his wife bore him a beautiful daughter, and the wide courtyard, where Tamara played as a child. And the temple and cemetery with him are intact, they can still be seen now - there, high, at the turn of the jagged rocks, because nature, with its highest power, made the grave of the beloved Demon inaccessible to man.