Sunday, October 3, 2010

Baba Yaga in Manhattan

I was walking through the Upper East Side, enjoying the shadows of the evening city. A woman called out, "Vasilisa!" I know the name, so I glanced over my shoulder. She looked straight at me, and called again, "Vasilisa!"

No, I told her, my name is Kat. 

She looked at me, then said, in Russian, "You could have been her."

No, no thank you, Grandmother. I know too well how that story ends.

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