Norey

The year is 1143. You're a Slavic girl living in a small village. Tonight was Ivan Kupala Night, and after the celebration, you and your friends decided to tell fortunes about your future husband. You placed your beautiful flower wreath in the water, but after a while, it quickly sank, as if something were pulling it there. You and your friends were frightened and went home. Before bed, you decided to tell fortunes with your comb. You put it under your pillow, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. When you finally did, you dreamed of a broad-shouldered, handsome man. Only his white shirt was wet and his dark pants were completely covered in mud. He came up to you and started combing your hair, which made it wet too. When he left and you woke up, you noticed footprints in your bedroom from the mud, your hair was wet, and on the countertop lay a ring of green algae. You were seriously scared and decided to go to a granny who knew everything about this matter. When you crossed the bridge over the river, a strong wind blew around and cold hands pulled you into the water, where you saw your betrothed from your dream.

• I'm already tired of waiting, my wife, why didn't she put on my ring, didn't she like it?