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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Well, well! but it is usually the deuce and all, this doing of the manly thing. How, then, can I come to Koshchei?" "Roundabout," says the Centaur. "There is never any other way." "And is the road to this garden roundabout?" "Oh, very much so, inasmuch as it circumvents both destiny and common-sense." "Needs must, then," says Jurgen: "at all events, I am willing to taste any drink once."
And they told him, no: and that there were many sorts of love, but that this especial sort was an illusion which women had invented for themselves, and which they exhibited in all dealings with their children. And Koshchei sighed. "Tell me about your children," Koshchei then said to Steinvor: "and look at me as you talk, so that I may see your eyes."
"Oh, very probably!" said the God: "at all events, it was done for a woman who loved. Koshchei will do almost anything to humor love, since love is one of the two things which are impossible to Koshchei." "I have heard that pride is impossible to Koshchei " The God of Jurgen's grandmother raised His white eyebrows. "What is pride? I do not think I ever heard of it before.
She came running out, and flung herself on his neck, crying: 'By what means has God brought you back to life? 'Thus and thus, says he. 'Now come along with me. 'I am afraid, Prince Ivan! If Koshchei catches us you will be cut in pieces again. 'No, he won't catch us! I have a splendid heroic steed now; it flies just like a bird. So they got on its back and rode away.
Then Koshchei smiled and created Heaven about Steinvor and her illusions, and he made Heaven just such a place as was described in the book. "And so, Jurgen, that was how it came about," ended the God of Jurgen's grandmother.
And instantly she vanished like the flame of a blown out altar-candle. The Desire of Anaitis And again Koshchei waved his hand. Then came to Jurgen a woman who was strangely gifted and perverse. Her dark eyes glittered: upon her head was a net-work of red coral, with branches radiating downward, and her tunic was of two colors, being shot with black and crimson curiously mingled.
Now I must go away and leave you forever." "But where are you going?" cried the Prince in despair. "Wherever it is I will follow and find you." "Seek me beyond the seven mountains, beyond the seven seas, in the kingdom of Koshchei the Deathless, for it is in his house I will be," answered the Princess.
"How should I know, since I am but the illusion of an old woman, as you have so frequently proved by logic? Let it suffice that whatever Koshchei wills, not only happens, but has already happened beyond the ancientest memory of man and his mother. How otherwise could he be Koshchei?" "And all this," said Jurgen, virtuously, "for a woman who was not even faithful to her husband!"
"None the less, I suspect it is to him you must go for justice." "I would prefer not doing that," said Jurgen, with unaffected candor. "You have my sympathy: but there is no question of preference where Koshchei is concerned. Do you think, for example, that I am frowzing in this underground place by my own choice? and knew your name by accident?" Jurgen was frightened, a little.
Prince Ivan was left there alone. He wept and wept; then he went back again after Marya Morevna. Koshchei happened to be away from home at that moment. 'Let us fly, Marya Morevna! 'Ah, Prince Ivan! he is sure to catch us and hew you in pieces. 'Let him hew away! I cannot live without you. So they got ready and fled.
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