Book: Bride of November

“It’s just fairy tales,” I agree. So there is nothing wrong with listening to them.

And yet I wonder how you can be afraid of what you don’t know, what you haven’t seen with your own eyes and haven’t felt on your skin.

Special bride - special groom!

In autumn, rainwater stagnates in the ground, mixes with humus and becomes dead. There was nothing wrong with it as long as the cycle of the year existed, because December always followed autumn, whose snow is real living water. Previously, during all three winter months, the earth slept, was renewed, and in the spring it was fed by melted living water. It soaked into the soil and fell into the rivers. The earth and waters after the winter were full of strength and life to help the flowers and buds on the trees to bloom, so that a new crop would grow in the summer and enable people and animals to live the whole next year. Winter was a period of necessary rest for the soil and rivers, so that during the spring, summer and autumn, to bloom and give a rich harvest for all living things.

Are you awake, sister? - I called you. - More precisely, she yelled so that I choked on a pie, - the boy twists his face funny. - Bad feeling, by the way. I did not like.

You mortals think too highly of your souls and lives. As if everyone needs them so much, although most of them have rot and deceit inside. And if not, then cowardice or vanity ...