The Buried Moon
White Caroline And Black Caroline
The Seven Conquerors Of The Queen Of The Mississippi
The Serpent Prince
The Hind Of The Wood
Ivan And The Chestnut Horse
The Queen Of The Many-Coloured Bedchamber
The Blue Bird
Bashtchelik (Or, Real Steel)
The Friar And The Boy
The Green Serpent
The Fire Bird
The Story Of The Bird Feng
o as to show a light for people going home. She was troubled about it all, and said to herself, 'I'll just go down and see how matters stand.'
So, when the dark end of the month came round, she stepped down out of the sky, wrapped from head to foot in her black travelling cloak with the hood drawn over her bright golden hair. For a moment she stood at the edge of the marshes, looking this way and that. Everywhere, as far as she could see, was the dismal bog, with pools of black water, and gnarled, fantastic-looking snags sticking up here and there amid the dank growth of weeds and grasses. There was no light save the feeble glimmer of the stars reflected in the gloomy pools; but, upon the grass where she stood, a bright ring of moonlight shone from her feet beneath her cloak.
She saw this and drew her garments closer about her. It was cold, and she was trembling. She feared that vast expanse of bog and its evil creatures, but she was determined to face the matter out and see exactly how the thin