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~ All witches are red ~
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  • Reads 6
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 25m
Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2024
Three truths that every modern girl knows: magic does not exist, witches were exterminated in the Middle Ages, Koschey died from a needle that was in an egg, which was in a duck, which... How could it not be so! One has only to take a closer look, and it turns out that your persistent admirer is a sorcerer and is slipping you not juice, but the most literal love potion, your favorite coach seems to be a magician, and the hero and pipe dream of the entire university is in fact the grandson of a still living Koshcheya. Fairy tale? Maybe. But in this fairy tale, the evil is somehow too arrogant, and the good is downtrodden and hiding in the swamps for its own survival. So what should Ritka do? Become a witch! And definitely red-haired, harmful and malicious. Then take the broom in your hands and rush... to restore order. And remember - good will certainly defeat evil! Definitely... So that it is discouraging! By the way, do you know what kind red-haired witches turn into?

Original language: Russian
Author: Elena Zvezdnaya
Translation: Elyzaveta Galimska
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