The Twelve Months is a Russian fairytale about good-hearted Marushka meeting the spirits of the months led by the elderly January while hopelessly searching for violets, summer strawberries, and fall apples in the middle of winters as presents for her stepsister’s b-day. Alas, what a cruel task!
The evil stepmother’s wicked demand for such a task exacts terror and inflicts pain on Marushka. But, the sprits help her and punish the wicked stepmother and sister as January Elder brings forth the mighty force of Winter upon them by the following incantation:
“Winds, gales, storms, Blow as hard as you can, Rage the whole night long. Whistle in the chimneys, Drum in the skies, Twist and turn over the earth, Like a great white snake.”
He was Man of Infinite Varieties In the Craft of Words with Masques: A High Priest of Poetry of Delphi, A Prefect of the Ancient Knowledge, A Thespian of Comedy and Tragedy, A Hercules whose Might was Pen, An Odysseus in Search of Truth, A Pretorian of Classical Precepts With the elevated Heart of Passion And the exalted satisfaction of Reason Whose Brilliance of Star Outlasts The Celebrity of Instant Comets.
P.S.: This is a rather playful limerick that came upon my mind during bathing. The new set of bathing kits was filled with wonderfully lovely scents extracted from the aforesaid flora, which instantly uplifted my spirit. I felt like bathing in a fairy lake hidden in a magic forest or Aphrodite’s Beach in Cyprus with the glamorous spell cast on me that would be unbroken – forever.
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