“You should go with him. He will ask tonight, I think. I would ask tonight. There is a reason they all leave me for Ivans. I can never be an Ivan. I can never roll with you in the sun like a mindless golden pup. I am too old for it, for warmth and simplicity. I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”

This is an amazing chance for someone in my situation. I live in a third world country where the minimum wage is 4 dollars a day and it would mean everything if I could have the chance to do this course.

That is why after a lot of deliberation and swallowing my pride, with the support of @supervxllains I’ve decided to take this chance and turn to the kindness of strangers and friends.

If you can’t donate that is more than understandable, things are hard but if you can and don’t mind, please please help spread this because someone who could might see it.

Koschei Bessmertny smiles so sadly Marya puts her hand over her heart as though a bullet had bit her there. 

“But you have been happy here,” he says softly. “You have been happy here with me?”

“Kostya, why are you so sad?” says Marya, and she is perplexed, but not upset, for a daughter grown up so fast is strange and a little tragic, but not less strange than a firebird. “Help me name our girl!”