From snow-deep forests where pine trees creak like old ships, to palace gates where winter moonlight glitters like frost-cut silver... Russian Fairy & Folk Tales gathers the immense and wintry legends of old Rus' ‒stories carried through birch-wood villages, frozen river crossings, zakuska tables full of laughter, Orthodox feast nights, and long sleigh roads where memory travels beneath furs and starlight. Within these pages you will meet firebirds whose feathers can blind kings, wicked sorcerers whispering from the treeline, clever tsar's sons who outwit death with a single gesture, frost spirits who test endurance, shape-changing witches who bargain for hearts, and talismans woven from patience, grief, iron, melody, and snow. Once told beside ovens glowing like small suns in endless winter, these tales spoke to the child who yearned for marvels and to the adult who knew that courage often means enduring the cold. Russian tales are not merely supernatural ‒they are records of hope, sorrow, resilience, and the ember that refuses to go out. Open these pages, and the old north will stir again ‒white, fierce, unforgettable.
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From snow-deep forests where pine trees creak like old ships, to palace gates where winter moonlight glitters like frost-cut silver... Russian Fairy & Folk Tales gathers the immense and wintry legends of old Rus' ‒stories carried through birch-wood villages, frozen river crossings, zakuska tables full of laughter, Orthodox feast nights, and long sleigh roads where memory travels beneath furs and starlight. Within these pages you will meet firebirds whose feathers can blind kings, wicked sorcerers whispering from the treeline, clever tsar's sons who outwit death with a single gesture, frost spirits who test endurance, shape-changing witches who bargain for hearts, and talismans woven from patience, grief, iron, melody, and snow. Once told beside ovens glowing like small suns in endless winter, these tales spoke to the child who yearned for marvels and to the adult who knew that courage often means enduring the cold. Russian tales are not merely supernatural ‒they are records of hope, sorrow, resilience, and the ember that refuses to go out. Open these pages, and the old north will stir again ‒white, fierce, unforgettable.
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| Tek Çekim | 192,00 | 192,00 |
