Paths of heather. Surzhevskaya M.

Behind rotten swamps, in the most often forest, a witch lives. Her face is an animal muzzle, a voice is a crow. The body is caudly and horned. The witch dugs through the forests and swamps, the innocent victim is looking for to dig into her throat with fangs, to tear up and get drunk. And then dance on the remains with a wild geek and grinding! These fairy tales tell our collapse. Scary. And what if fairy tales do not lie? And if each of them is about me.