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Marzanna (sometimes Morana or Morena) is a Baltic and Slavic goddess associated with seasonal rites based on the idea of death and rebirth of nature. She is often described as a demon and is associated with death, winter and nightmares. In Slavic rites the death of Marzanna towards the end of winter is juxtaposed against the birth of Jarilo – a Slavic god representing the coming of spring. (x)

There was this kind of a demon in Slavic mythology called ‘poludnica’ in Polish. It can be translated as Lady Midday but I prefer the original name. Poludnica was the soul of a woman who died before, during or just after her wedding. She could have been spotted at the noon on hot summer days. Depending on local beliefs she was telling riddles, killing or maiming her victims, strangling sleeping peasants or kidnapping children playing near the field border.

“If you’re gonna start the killing, you best start it right here.” “Make sure I’m all the way dead, because I’ll come back and make you my bitch!” “Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees - look at these!” “What you lookin’ at?” “I set my standards pretty low, so I’m never disappointed.” “This is insane!” “Is this shit on?” “Please…stop…” “Stop? Bitch I just started!” “I bet all the girls wanna fuck you.” “Do you kiss your mama with that mouth?” “That ain’t the only thing I do with this mouth.” “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.” “Do I stutter, bitch?” “There is no fuckin’ ice cream in your fuckin’ future.” “I know what I know, and I know I don’t like nutsack!” “That’s a funny-ass name.” “Well mother pin a rose on me! That is so great!” “Don’t we make ya laugh? Aren’t we fuckin’ funny?!” “I calls ‘em like I sees 'em.” “I am the Devil and I am here to do the Devil’s work.” “Did you hear what he called me?!” “I ain’t no chicken fucker.” “Give me sugar, bitch. Make it sweet.” “I keep thinkin’ about old times.” “If you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aron Presley in my presence again, I will kick the living shit out of you!” “I feel contrite about blowin’ his brains out.” “Let’s do what God made us to do!” “You had to come all fuckin’ big stick, walkin’ tall, like a big fuckin’ hero.” “Look at you now, hero, you’re gonna fuckin’ bleed to death!” “You gonna take me back to your room and play with me?” “Everyone loves me. Don’t you pretend you don’t fancy me.” “You could piss yourself for all I care.” “If you want special favors, you gotta give me something in return.” “Oh, man! I could here that bone shatter all the way from back here!” “I want you to see what happens to heroes.” “What you call me?” “What’s going on, shitheads?” “Shit always floats our way, don’t it?” “You inbred! Inbred!”

“It’s done, mistress…” She went to tell the other woman her job was done, her eyes still on the floor, she was soaked in the potion form head to toe. “Can I have a shower?”

❝Yes you may,❞

❝You’re useless.❞ She didn’t really mean it of course, but anger seemed to do a lot of things to her.

                                             ❝ Solidarity- like a peace treaty                                                 between two i n d i v i d u a l s. ❞

❝I don’t want to ruin the moment but is it safe to eat? You didn't put anything in it?❞ Of course that was the first thing she asked.