TM Prompt #331: Talk about something you used to love.
Fairytales.
When I was very small, these were the stories that I was told to lull me to sleep. I know them all by now, I think. Tales of Father Frost, the Firebird, Vasilisa the Fair, Sivka Burka, the Frog Princess, and and of course the witch Baba Yaga, beyond the thrice nine lands in the thrice ten kingdom. I heard of Mokosh, Damp Mother Earth, and of domavoi and rusalki.
I know tales from other places, too. The Little Mermaid, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood. I know the story of Mr. Fox, or the Robber Bridegroom. "It is not so, it is not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so." Hansel and Gretel, with their witch so like Baba Yaga. I think they surely must be sisters.
I loved these tales. I learned from them.
Always listen to animals if they speak to you.
Never tell a wolf where you are going.
You must always throw something behind you.
It is always best to be the third child.
Your husband is probably planning to murder you.
(It is not so, it is not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so. ...but do not open the one door that is locked to you, to be sure.)
I was small once, with flaxen hair, and I listened to these stories and loved them with all my heart.
But.
What if every story you had ever heard was true?
It is not so, it is not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.
They stop being fun once you are living them.
When I was very small, these were the stories that I was told to lull me to sleep. I know them all by now, I think. Tales of Father Frost, the Firebird, Vasilisa the Fair, Sivka Burka, the Frog Princess, and and of course the witch Baba Yaga, beyond the thrice nine lands in the thrice ten kingdom. I heard of Mokosh, Damp Mother Earth, and of domavoi and rusalki.
I know tales from other places, too. The Little Mermaid, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood. I know the story of Mr. Fox, or the Robber Bridegroom. "It is not so, it is not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so." Hansel and Gretel, with their witch so like Baba Yaga. I think they surely must be sisters.
I loved these tales. I learned from them.
Always listen to animals if they speak to you.
Never tell a wolf where you are going.
You must always throw something behind you.
It is always best to be the third child.
Your husband is probably planning to murder you.
(It is not so, it is not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so. ...but do not open the one door that is locked to you, to be sure.)
I was small once, with flaxen hair, and I listened to these stories and loved them with all my heart.
But.
What if every story you had ever heard was true?
It is not so, it is not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.
They stop being fun once you are living them.