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Chapter 11: Far from the Motherland
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Dmitri chuckled, the ivy on his antlers bristling with green shoots. “For once you want a soul to stay put and have no desire to hang it from your rafters, my son,” Dmitri observed. “It seems you have had a change of heart for once. You have even been avoiding bars as of late. I cannot remember your last bender. Not even your last frolic with a vila or that rusalka with the bad teeth but rather… well, busty assets. Ahem…”
“Yum!” Anya approved. Morozko spooned apple sauce into her rosy mouth.
“I have all the souls I need,” Morozko said, distant. “My banya could not be lighter if I set it aflame. As for the girls and the booze, that would not be a good example for Annushka. I feel like this girl is judging me with her raskovnik eyes, unlocking my every sin. I see why you and Osya compare her to plants so much,” Morozko referred to th
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Den' awaited Morozko in the parking lot beyond. The horse-turned-car drove pell mell back to Baba Yaga's. Baba Yaga was in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe as the moon sailed past. The smoke formed wisps of worms and inched off into the horizon slowly.Den' shifted into a mare and stooped low so Morozko could dismount.Baba Yaga wrinkled her nose, spotting the red on his teeth. “I can smell the delicious sweat, blood, and soul of a human on you. A hapless young woman, as usual?”Morozko shrugged, taking the groceries from the horse's back onto his shoulder. “I have my dalliances, just like you. Banniks always love souls, after all.”“Pah. My dalliances are more of the eating limbs and bone variety, not easy seductions of boring mortal maidens. You kept me waiting, boy! My hut is not just a door you can stroll through at your own leisure. This place is the watcht
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Baba Yaga whistled.A stallion red as the sun galloped from the woods to the driveway. Solntse, Morozko thought. Baba Yaga’s pride and joy, whose hooves could leave fields aflame in their tempestuous fury.Solntse neighed, shifting into the form of a red VW Bug with a shining Slavic sun decal. The nechist and Baba Yaga piled into the car haphazardly, with Baba Yaga at the wheel. She drove like a speed demon past buses and Washingtonians onto the highway and followed the Beltway to Washington, D.C., enchanting her way into not paying at the parking garage. They found themselves strolling along the National Mall, obelisk of the Washington Monument penetrating the sky like a needle.Baba Yaga doted on Anya, pushing her in a stroller. Anya giggled, pointing at the clouds. Time spun on its axis, and Baba Yaga pushed her through summer and fall, through winter and spring, round and round the years until Anya
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“Oh, I mean it, and Baba Yaga can turn me into a runt of a bunny for all I care.” Morozko grinned menacingly. “That is right. Elementary school, where you will be disciplined. Dima has done a piss-poor job of it - you do not know your place, and all Baba Yaga does is teach you witchcraft. That is useless in the modern world. What about arithmetic, finance, or poetry? I am sure those are things human girls your age are schooled at by now – they can help run inns on earth and pen songs to be sung round the hearth fire. I do not think you contribute much to our community...”Anya stomped her feet and grabbed her pet rabbit, petting it furiously. “No, you poophead! Babushka's lessons are important! She is teaching me to cast spells - someday, I will be as powerful as her. Do not say that, you horrible bannik.” Anya pounded Morozko's legs with her small
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