Mavka

Mavka sat at the edge of a forest lake. Her long green hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, in places exposing her transparent back, through which her non-beating heart could be seen.

She looked boredly at the surface of the lake, in which her pale silhouette was reflected.

• It's a pity, traveler, he drowned...

She spoke quietly, grieving over the man she had recently drowned.

• You are not my beloved...