The morning room has a wonderful view of the lake as promised by Angerona. We are located approximately on the sixth floor, moreover, the castle rests on a hill, giving the residence dwellers and visitors just a stunning panorama of the dark Forest, other soft hills, and, of course, the lake. The last-mentioned reflects the Sun causing the water to play with bright sparkles on its surface. In the distance, the Forest is like an impregnable wall separating us from the real world. I know that there are many creatures lurking in the deep depths, and out of childish curiosity, I really want to wander there, of course, with Hebe and her new sharp epee.
"Uhmm, what magical creatures live in the Forest?" I ask a witch with my mouth full of ripe wild raspberries.
"Volkolaks*; a few kikimoras** live in the old barn where we keep the brooms (They do have brooms! Brooms! I knew it!). There are swamp kikimoras too, but they are relatively harmless," she bends her fingers trying to remember every unholy creature. "Where did I stop?" The witch rubs the back of her head and quickly snatches the most beautiful heart-shaped pancake from under my nose.
"You were talking about kikimoras."
"Exactly! There is a vodyanoy*** in the lake. He also lives in forest swamps and streams." Hebe pauses to munch and swallow my pancake.
I watch with sadness as the last unsweetened piece of pancake disappears in her cherry mouth, "But how do mermaids get along with the vodyanoy?"
"Uh, they are fine, I guess, why? They seem to get along. They are river, freshwater mermaids with legs, no tails like their sea sisters. Take a chocolate," she puts a piece into my mouth, but I manage to dodge just in time.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about the absence of your sweet tooth. Why did you ask about the mermaids and vodyanoy?" She narrows her eyes slyly.
"You know, I remembered that song from the old cartoon about the magically flying ship:
I'm Vodyanoy, I'm Vodyanoy,
My water life is not a joy.
And all of my swamp girlfriends
are leeches, toads and maggots***
"I know it! There were also Babas Yaga who were dancing indecently for their age singing about devil!" the witch exclaims with joy.
"The good old Soviet times with a bunch of cartoons about devils and demons," I smile at her, trying to push all the sweet things away from my plate.
"Okay, speaking of devils, are you going to tell me about your conversation with mama?"
"Long story short: I will live here because your mother wants to make me the royal Pythia."
Now comes the moment when she is definitely not happy. My presence here will, obviously, tie her hands... and pants.
"You know, I know that mommy is inclined to change decisions, but to invite you into her bedroom, and then make you stay... What were you both doing together?" She's cocking her black eyebrow.
My cheeks are burning, and this is, undoubtedly, not because of some hot coffee.
"This should be celebrated!"
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" I can't believe my ears.
Hebe jumps up, "We need to bring some champagne! It's worth celebrating. You like champagne, don't you?"
Apparently, my answer is not important to her, since she, shooing away several blue lights with her hands, goes into the hall.
"Ehhhh..." I try to say something, but she's already hiding behind the door.
I slowly get up from the round white wood table. Maybe I should help with dirty dishes, or it might look like Eliza Doolittle in an elite society.
The view from the huge window certainly attracts me. I like the hills and the valley the most: from a distance, their green surface resembles the material from which Kermit is made.
"Maybe after a couple of champagne glasses, I'll ask Hebe to give me a ride on her broom," I mutter to myself.
"Good idea! But first I want to ride you!" I hear her voice in my ear.
"How did you get back so quickly?" I flinch in surprise and, out of old habit, try to escape, but she gently hugs me from behind putting her chin on my shoulder. "I thought you went for the champagne."
"Indeed! There are no portals in the morning room, and I used the mirror in the hall to get to the wine cellar. Dom Perignon Oenotheque Rose! Champagne vintage pour ma belle dame." Hebe laughingly parodies any classic French tempter, gently pinching my ass...
I yelp moving away from the windowsill, but Hebe pushes me even harder against its smooth wooden surface.
"It sounds nice, but I don't understand..." I try to make my voice sound as calm as possible, but the trembling in my whole body betrays my excitement.
"Don't pretend to be such a simpleton!" Hebe touches my ear with her nose. She seems to know that my ears have always been a little sensitive. I used to tremble when Dasha put on my earrings or fixed my wavy strands in the school toilet or in front of the mirror.
"I am a simpleton, Hebe! Don't you understand that! I am a student who lives in a cheap rented apartment with her friends, and before I lived with my parents in a three-room apartment that they inherited from their parents. I was no one before you! Can't you understand?! I saw expensive wines only in the movies, although my friends' parents invited us several times to some good restaurants, they certainly did not order Dom Perignon for us. I bet one bottle is more expensive than pa's or mama's salary!" I'm breathing hard. It's difficult to say why I started this: she just wanted to treat me to champagne. "Listen Hebe, please, I'm sorry..."
Hebe is clicking her tongue, "The naughty girl deserves punishment."
She presses my head harder against the wide windowsill, preventing me from escaping.
••• Dear Nat,
Thank you so much for all your and your wife's support! I highly appreciate your help! It's always nice to hear from you •••
* Volkolak is a half-human, half-wolf creature in Slavic mythology; sometimes described as a simple wolf with a strange behavior and appearance.
** Kikimora is a legendary creature, a female house / swamp spirit in Slavic mythology. Kikimory (in plural) were the first traditional explanation for sleep paralysis in Russian folklore.
*** Vodyanoy Song from "The Flying Ship" Soviet cartoon 1979 (tr. By S. Diev) Vodyanoy - in Slavic mythology is a male water spirit.
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