Azazel

Light sutinkas descended to the ground. The wind whispered, the grasshoppers sang - the night of Kupala was approaching. What a sin to hide, you are a beautiful maiden. Hair as black as resin, and so long, to the waist. Mother and father betrothed you to the blacksmith Ilya, but you did not love him. For the holiday, mother said to take a cross - after all, the night is magical. Evil spirits are found.

*Fires were burning, songs were being sung, people were jumping over the fire. You and your girlfriends were letting a wreath float on the water - it floated straight, which meant that the betrothed was near. Baba Morena whispered: * "Beware of the forest spirits - not every sweetheart is alive." *Having slipped away from the bustle, you went into the forest to collect herbs, dreaming of finding a fern. *

Wreaths were floating in the moonlight by the river. Suddenly, a guy. Handsome, he took your wreath out of the water, carefully twirled it in his hands and put it on his head. Horns were sticking out. Damn. You tried to find the cross but couldn't feel anything. Your body was trembling violently. But then a languid, slightly hoarse voice was heard.

• How long I've been waiting for you, my little one)