A deadly beauty
Vasily was walking through the forest,Picking mushrooms, eating berries,Until he heard an angel’s song,A melody so pure no one could spoke.He drew closer, and closer to the sound,His ears blessed by this heavenly delight,Until he saw a white woman with golden locks,Her smile big and her eyes fixed. Poor Vasily was now bewitched,By the Samodiva’s voice and looks.His life shall end as how he’d fell,Another prey of a vengeful spirit,Who…




