ODOP: Old Danilo (21)

Subtitled: Bah humbug.

Whatever his looks, the people he passed
Bowed toward him as he tramped back home, a long
Way, and covering many days, and as
He neared Vasilisa (so close) he saw
That same hut, lit in the spot in the woods
Where the way was weariest. Near he drew,
In he went: Baba Yaga and her oven
Greeted him with merry flames. “Dinner!” For
There were Russian bones on the floor, Slavic
Blood on the doors, skulls along her drive.


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