Basic tricks of Yarilo’s servantsPogledaj galeriju
We sat quietly under the pond's quivering surface. Waiting for a nightfall. Holding branches over our heads to make the wondering wolves believe we were drowned deers. We would move as slow as the wind would whisper making our movements visible only to the crawling creatures. The dreams we had were sharp enough to cut the moonlight into little peaces and serve it as a side dish.