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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Mesopotamia, 1925. Something on the hill has been weeping for four thousand years. Now it is about to stop.Sofia Andreyevna Linden reads Sumerian better than half of Oxford. She also has no degree, no country and no money - only a Nansen passport, her late father's magnifying glass, and a letter of recommendation she forged herself in a room above a bootmaker's in Constantinople.The letter gets her as far as Tell an-Naiha, a lonely excavation in the south of Iraq, where the expedition's epigraphist has just been found dead at the bottom of a trench with a fragment of clay clenched in his fist. It does not get her past Dr. Edmund Hale.Hale is a survivor of the siege of Kut: a man with a scarred eyebrow, an unlit cigarette and no belief left in anything - least of all in the sound the local workmen walk four miles every evening to avoid. A woman's voice, weeping, from everywhere and nowhere, every night after the moon comes up. He knows the letter is a fake the moment he reads it. He keeps her anyway. He needs someone to read the tablets the dead man was translating.The tablets turn out to be a lament. But not for a city. For a door.Between a spiritualist American benefactress and her suspiciously gifted medium, a charming photographer with secrets of his own, two cooks at war, a cat who considers himself the director of the expedition, and a Baltic count in grey gloves who once robbed Sofia's dying father, nobody at Tell an-Naiha is quite what they seem. Finds vanish in the night. Someone is playing the ghost. And the more Sofia reads, the clearer it becomes that the weeping on the hill is not a haunting at all.It is a lock.And someone wants it opened.Told in the wry, knowing voice of a 1920s storyteller and stitched together from diaries, telegrams, police reports and seance transcripts, A Lament in Clay is a slow-burn, closed-door romance wrapped in an archaeological mystery with a gothic, supernatural heart.Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. The story concludes in A Silence in Stone. Iraq, 1925. A Russian emigree with a forged letter, a war-scarred archaeologist, and a hill that has wept for four thousand years - until now. Slow-burn historical romance. Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Come in. Shut the door behind you. The draught finds everyone in the end.Winter, 1880. In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, the twelve holy nights between Christmas and Epiphany have begun. Work has stopped. Mummers in masks and animal skins go from house to house, girls pour wax and look into mirrors to see their future husbands, and in Avdotya's house, by the great whitewashed stove, the family gathers every evening to talk about the old woman of the forest.Baba Yaga. She lives in a hut that turns on chicken legs, flies in a mortar and sweeps away her tracks with a broom. She eats children, or helps them, depending on the tale and on the child.Over twelve evenings, a grandmother, an old soldier, a village midwife and a travelling pedlar tell the tales they know. Between the tales, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to follow Baba Yaga through two hundred years of scholarship, art and imagination: why her hut stands on chicken legs; what her oven has to do with an old rite for sickly babies; why the great folklorist Vladimir Propp saw her as the keeper of the border between the living and the dead; how an old woodcut of Baba Yaga fighting a crocodile may have mocked Peter the Great; who her sisters are across Europe, from the Czech Jezibaba to the witch in Hansel and Gretel; how Bilibin, Vasnetsov and Mussorgsky gave her a face and a voice; and how she ended up in John Wick.The village is invented. Everything else is real. The tales are real tales, recorded from real storytellers, and the customs are those of real Russian villages. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated with the art of the Russian fairy tale: the illustrations of Ivan Bilibin, the paintings of the nineteenth-century masters of village life, and the bright popular prints that pedlars once carried from village to village.The first book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. Twelve winter nights by the stove in a Russian village, and the whole life of Baba Yaga: the tales, the customs, and two hundred years of scholarship and art, from Propp and Bilibin to John Wick. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. The year goes round. It does not go round to the same place.In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, old Avdotya has a rule: once the waters are blessed at Epiphany, the fairy tales go back into the forest to sleep, and nobody may tell them until the long nights return. So for a whole year, from Candlemas to the first snows of winter, the village lives its life instead, and we live it with them.Twelve evenings, twelve feasts, twelve fires. The girls slide down the Maslenitsa ice hill on their spinning-board seats while the men fight wall against wall on the river. The children call the larks back from the rooftops. A father walks home from Petersburg in the spring mud and arrives at the churchyard gate just as the Easter bells ring out. A herdsman from the Vaga locks the herd with a padlock and drops it into the village springs. The girls curl the birches at Semik and float their wreaths down the river. A small boy goes looking for the fern flower on St John's Eve. Lightning strikes on Elijah's day and leaves a stone arrow in the earth. The last sheaf of rye stands under the icons, a wedding is held in the first snow, and a young man draws his lot for the army.Between the evenings, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to ask of every custom: is it very old, or very new and only pretending? Is the pancake really the sun, or did a Soviet archaeologist decide it was? Was there ever a god called Kupala, or a goddess called Lada? Why did nobody in the north burn the straw Maslenitsa? How did the news of a murdered Tsar reach a village with no newspaper, and why were its peasants, for the first time in their history, called to swear the oath? Why did people keep Stone Age arrowheads as thunderbolts, and what did a Swedish archbishop believe about swallows sleeping under the ice? And how did a northern bride lament her own wedding in the same tunes used for the dead?The village is invented. Everything else is real. The customs are those recorded by the collectors and ethnographers of the Russian north; the sayings come from Vladimir Dal; the history is history. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated in colour with more than forty paintings, prints and photographs: Kustodiev's Maslenitsa and Trinity, Levitan's birch groves and golden autumn, Venetsianov's reapers, Repin's departing recruit, the bright popular prints of the country fairs, and the first colour photographs of the Russian countryside.The second book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. It can be read on its own. In a village in the Russian north, a family lives through a year of feasts and fires, from Candlemas to the first snows, while a modern narrator asks of every custom: very old, or very new? Illustrated. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Mesopotamia, 1925. Something on the hill has been weeping for four thousand years. Now it is about to stop.Sofia Andreyevna Linden reads Sumerian better than half of Oxford. She also has no degree, no country and no money - only a Nansen passport, her late father's magnifying glass, and a letter of recommendation she forged herself in a room above a bootmaker's in Constantinople.The letter gets her as far as Tell an-Naiha, a lonely excavation in the south of Iraq, where the expedition's epigraphist has just been found dead at the bottom of a trench with a fragment of clay clenched in his fist. It does not get her past Dr. Edmund Hale.Hale is a survivor of the siege of Kut: a man with a scarred eyebrow, an unlit cigarette and no belief left in anything - least of all in the sound the local workmen walk four miles every evening to avoid. A woman's voice, weeping, from everywhere and nowhere, every night after the moon comes up. He knows the letter is a fake the moment he reads it. He keeps her anyway. He needs someone to read the tablets the dead man was translating.The tablets turn out to be a lament. But not for a city. For a door.Between a spiritualist American benefactress and her suspiciously gifted medium, a charming photographer with secrets of his own, two cooks at war, a cat who considers himself the director of the expedition, and a Baltic count in grey gloves who once robbed Sofia's dying father, nobody at Tell an-Naiha is quite what they seem. Finds vanish in the night. Someone is playing the ghost. And the more Sofia reads, the clearer it becomes that the weeping on the hill is not a haunting at all.It is a lock.And someone wants it opened.Told in the wry, knowing voice of a 1920s storyteller and stitched together from diaries, telegrams, police reports and séance transcripts, A Lament in Clay is a slow-burn, closed-door romance wrapped in an archaeological mystery with a gothic, supernatural heart.Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. The story concludes in A Silence in Stone.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Mesopotamia, 1925. Something on the hill has been weeping for four thousand years. Now it is about to stop.Sofia Andreyevna Linden reads Sumerian better than half of Oxford. She also has no degree, no country and no money - only a Nansen passport, her late father's magnifying glass, and a letter of recommendation she forged herself in a room above a bootmaker's in Constantinople.The letter gets her as far as Tell an-Naiha, a lonely excavation in the south of Iraq, where the expedition's epigraphist has just been found dead at the bottom of a trench with a fragment of clay clenched in his fist. It does not get her past Dr. Edmund Hale.Hale is a survivor of the siege of Kut: a man with a scarred eyebrow, an unlit cigarette and no belief left in anything - least of all in the sound the local workmen walk four miles every evening to avoid. A woman's voice, weeping, from everywhere and nowhere, every night after the moon comes up. He knows the letter is a fake the moment he reads it. He keeps her anyway. He needs someone to read the tablets the dead man was translating.The tablets turn out to be a lament. But not for a city. For a door.Between a spiritualist American benefactress and her suspiciously gifted medium, a charming photographer with secrets of his own, two cooks at war, a cat who considers himself the director of the expedition, and a Baltic count in grey gloves who once robbed Sofia's dying father, nobody at Tell an-Naiha is quite what they seem. Finds vanish in the night. Someone is playing the ghost. And the more Sofia reads, the clearer it becomes that the weeping on the hill is not a haunting at all.It is a lock.And someone wants it opened.Told in the wry, knowing voice of a 1920s storyteller and stitched together from diaries, telegrams, police reports and seance transcripts, A Lament in Clay is a slow-burn, closed-door romance wrapped in an archaeological mystery with a gothic, supernatural heart.Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. The story concludes in A Silence in Stone. Iraq, 1925. A Russian emigree with a forged letter, a war-scarred archaeologist, and a hill that has wept for four thousand years - until now. Slow-burn historical romance. Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Come in. Shut the door behind you. The draught finds everyone in the end.Winter, 1880. In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, the twelve holy nights between Christmas and Epiphany have begun. Work has stopped. Mummers in masks and animal skins go from house to house, girls pour wax and look into mirrors to see their future husbands, and in Avdotya's house, by the great whitewashed stove, the family gathers every evening to talk about the old woman of the forest.Baba Yaga. She lives in a hut that turns on chicken legs, flies in a mortar and sweeps away her tracks with a broom. She eats children, or helps them, depending on the tale and on the child.Over twelve evenings, a grandmother, an old soldier, a village midwife and a travelling pedlar tell the tales they know. Between the tales, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to follow Baba Yaga through two hundred years of scholarship, art and imagination: why her hut stands on chicken legs; what her oven has to do with an old rite for sickly babies; why the great folklorist Vladimir Propp saw her as the keeper of the border between the living and the dead; how an old woodcut of Baba Yaga fighting a crocodile may have mocked Peter the Great; who her sisters are across Europe, from the Czech Jezibaba to the witch in Hansel and Gretel; how Bilibin, Vasnetsov and Mussorgsky gave her a face and a voice; and how she ended up in John Wick.The village is invented. Everything else is real. The tales are real tales, recorded from real storytellers, and the customs are those of real Russian villages. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated with the art of the Russian fairy tale: the illustrations of Ivan Bilibin, the paintings of the nineteenth-century masters of village life, and the bright popular prints that pedlars once carried from village to village.The first book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. Twelve winter nights by the stove in a Russian village, and the whole life of Baba Yaga: the tales, the customs, and two hundred years of scholarship and art, from Propp and Bilibin to John Wick. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. The year goes round. It does not go round to the same place.In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, old Avdotya has a rule: once the waters are blessed at Epiphany, the fairy tales go back into the forest to sleep, and nobody may tell them until the long nights return. So for a whole year, from Candlemas to the first snows of winter, the village lives its life instead, and we live it with them.Twelve evenings, twelve feasts, twelve fires. The girls slide down the Maslenitsa ice hill on their spinning-board seats while the men fight wall against wall on the river. The children call the larks back from the rooftops. A father walks home from Petersburg in the spring mud and arrives at the churchyard gate just as the Easter bells ring out. A herdsman from the Vaga locks the herd with a padlock and drops it into the village springs. The girls curl the birches at Semik and float their wreaths down the river. A small boy goes looking for the fern flower on St John's Eve. Lightning strikes on Elijah's day and leaves a stone arrow in the earth. The last sheaf of rye stands under the icons, a wedding is held in the first snow, and a young man draws his lot for the army.Between the evenings, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to ask of every custom: is it very old, or very new and only pretending? Is the pancake really the sun, or did a Soviet archaeologist decide it was? Was there ever a god called Kupala, or a goddess called Lada? Why did nobody in the north burn the straw Maslenitsa? How did the news of a murdered Tsar reach a village with no newspaper, and why were its peasants, for the first time in their history, called to swear the oath? Why did people keep Stone Age arrowheads as thunderbolts, and what did a Swedish archbishop believe about swallows sleeping under the ice? And how did a northern bride lament her own wedding in the same tunes used for the dead?The village is invented. Everything else is real. The customs are those recorded by the collectors and ethnographers of the Russian north; the sayings come from Vladimir Dal; the history is history. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated in colour with more than forty paintings, prints and photographs: Kustodiev's Maslenitsa and Trinity, Levitan's birch groves and golden autumn, Venetsianov's reapers, Repin's departing recruit, the bright popular prints of the country fairs, and the first colour photographs of the Russian countryside.The second book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. It can be read on its own. In a village in the Russian north, a family lives through a year of feasts and fires, from Candlemas to the first snows, while a modern narrator asks of every custom: very old, or very new? Illustrated. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Mesopotamia, 1925. Something on the hill has been weeping for four thousand years. Now it is about to stop.Sofia Andreyevna Linden reads Sumerian better than half of Oxford. She also has no degree, no country and no money - only a Nansen passport, her late father's magnifying glass, and a letter of recommendation she forged herself in a room above a bootmaker's in Constantinople.The letter gets her as far as Tell an-Naiha, a lonely excavation in the south of Iraq, where the expedition's epigraphist has just been found dead at the bottom of a trench with a fragment of clay clenched in his fist. It does not get her past Dr. Edmund Hale.Hale is a survivor of the siege of Kut: a man with a scarred eyebrow, an unlit cigarette and no belief left in anything - least of all in the sound the local workmen walk four miles every evening to avoid. A woman's voice, weeping, from everywhere and nowhere, every night after the moon comes up. He knows the letter is a fake the moment he reads it. He keeps her anyway. He needs someone to read the tablets the dead man was translating.The tablets turn out to be a lament. But not for a city. For a door.Between a spiritualist American benefactress and her suspiciously gifted medium, a charming photographer with secrets of his own, two cooks at war, a cat who considers himself the director of the expedition, and a Baltic count in grey gloves who once robbed Sofia's dying father, nobody at Tell an-Naiha is quite what they seem. Finds vanish in the night. Someone is playing the ghost. And the more Sofia reads, the clearer it becomes that the weeping on the hill is not a haunting at all.It is a lock.And someone wants it opened.Told in the wry, knowing voice of a 1920s storyteller and stitched together from diaries, telegrams, police reports and seance transcripts, A Lament in Clay is a slow-burn, closed-door romance wrapped in an archaeological mystery with a gothic, supernatural heart.Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. The story concludes in A Silence in Stone. Iraq, 1925. A Russian emigree with a forged letter, a war-scarred archaeologist, and a hill that has wept for four thousand years - until now. Slow-burn historical romance. Book One of the Lady of Tears Duet. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. The year goes round. It does not go round to the same place.In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, old Avdotya has a rule: once the waters are blessed at Epiphany, the fairy tales go back into the forest to sleep, and nobody may tell them until the long nights return. So for a whole year, from Candlemas to the first snows of winter, the village lives its life instead, and we live it with them.Twelve evenings, twelve feasts, twelve fires. The girls slide down the Maslenitsa ice hill on their spinning-board seats while the men fight wall against wall on the river. The children call the larks back from the rooftops. A father walks home from Petersburg in the spring mud and arrives at the churchyard gate just as the Easter bells ring out. A herdsman from the Vaga locks the herd with a padlock and drops it into the village springs. The girls curl the birches at Semik and float their wreaths down the river. A small boy goes looking for the fern flower on St John's Eve. Lightning strikes on Elijah's day and leaves a stone arrow in the earth. The last sheaf of rye stands under the icons, a wedding is held in the first snow, and a young man draws his lot for the army.Between the evenings, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to ask of every custom: is it very old, or very new and only pretending? Is the pancake really the sun, or did a Soviet archaeologist decide it was? Was there ever a god called Kupala, or a goddess called Lada? Why did nobody in the north burn the straw Maslenitsa? How did the news of a murdered Tsar reach a village with no newspaper, and why were its peasants, for the first time in their history, called to swear the oath? Why did people keep Stone Age arrowheads as thunderbolts, and what did a Swedish archbishop believe about swallows sleeping under the ice? And how did a northern bride lament her own wedding in the same tunes used for the dead?The village is invented. Everything else is real. The customs are those recorded by the collectors and ethnographers of the Russian north; the sayings come from Vladimir Dal; the history is history. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated in colour with more than forty paintings, prints and photographs: Kustodiev's Maslenitsa and Trinity, Levitan's birch groves and golden autumn, Venetsianov's reapers, Repin's departing recruit, the bright popular prints of the country fairs, and the first colour photographs of the Russian countryside.The second book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. It can be read on its own. In a village in the Russian north, a family lives through a year of feasts and fires, from Candlemas to the first snows, while a modern narrator asks of every custom: very old, or very new? Illustrated. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Come in. Shut the door behind you. The draught finds everyone in the end.Winter, 1880. In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, the twelve holy nights between Christmas and Epiphany have begun. Work has stopped. Mummers in masks and animal skins go from house to house, girls pour wax and look into mirrors to see their future husbands, and in Avdotya's house, by the great whitewashed stove, the family gathers every evening to talk about the old woman of the forest.Baba Yaga. She lives in a hut that turns on chicken legs, flies in a mortar and sweeps away her tracks with a broom. She eats children, or helps them, depending on the tale and on the child.Over twelve evenings, a grandmother, an old soldier, a village midwife and a travelling pedlar tell the tales they know. Between the tales, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to follow Baba Yaga through two hundred years of scholarship, art and imagination: why her hut stands on chicken legs; what her oven has to do with an old rite for sickly babies; why the great folklorist Vladimir Propp saw her as the keeper of the border between the living and the dead; how an old woodcut of Baba Yaga fighting a crocodile may have mocked Peter the Great; who her sisters are across Europe, from the Czech Jezibaba to the witch in Hansel and Gretel; how Bilibin, Vasnetsov and Mussorgsky gave her a face and a voice; and how she ended up in John Wick.The village is invented. Everything else is real. The tales are real tales, recorded from real storytellers, and the customs are those of real Russian villages. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated with the art of the Russian fairy tale: the illustrations of Ivan Bilibin, the paintings of the nineteenth-century masters of village life, and the bright popular prints that pedlars once carried from village to village.The first book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. Twelve winter nights by the stove in a Russian village, and the whole life of Baba Yaga: the tales, the customs, and two hundred years of scholarship and art, from Propp and Bilibin to John Wick. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The year goes round. It does not go round to the same place.In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, old Avdotya has a rule: once the waters are blessed at Epiphany, the fairy tales go back into the forest to sleep, and nobody may tell them until the long nights return. So for a whole year, from Candlemas to the first snows of winter, the village lives its life instead, and we live it with them.Twelve evenings, twelve feasts, twelve fires. The girls slide down the Maslenitsa ice hill on their spinning-board seats while the men fight wall against wall on the river. The children call the larks back from the rooftops. A father walks home from Petersburg in the spring mud and arrives at the churchyard gate just as the Easter bells ring out. A herdsman from the Vaga locks the herd with a padlock and drops it into the village springs. The girls curl the birches at Semik and float their wreaths down the river. A small boy goes looking for the fern flower on St John's Eve. Lightning strikes on Elijah's day and leaves a stone arrow in the earth. The last sheaf of rye stands under the icons, a wedding is held in the first snow, and a young man draws his lot for the army.Between the evenings, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to ask of every custom: is it very old, or very new and only pretending Is the pancake really the sun, or did a Soviet archaeologist decide it was Was there ever a god called Kupala, or a goddess called Lada Why did nobody in the north burn the straw Maslenitsa How did the news of a murdered Tsar reach a village with no newspaper, and why were its peasants, for the first time in their history, called to swear the oath Why did people keep Stone Age arrowheads as thunderbolts, and what did a Swedish archbishop believe about swallows sleeping under the ice And how did a northern bride lament her own wedding in the same tunes used for the dead The village is invented. Everything else is real. The customs are those recorded by the collectors and ethnographers of the Russian north; the sayings come from Vladimir Dal; the history is history. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated in colour with more than forty paintings, prints and photographs: Kustodiev's Maslenitsa and Trinity, Levitan's birch groves and golden autumn, Venetsianov's reapers, Repin's departing recruit, the bright popular prints of the country fairs, and the first colour photographs of the Russian countryside.The second book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire. It can be read on its own.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Come in. Shut the door behind you. The draught finds everyone in the end.Winter, 1880. In Rodniki, a village deep in the forests of the Russian north, the twelve holy nights between Christmas and Epiphany have begun. Work has stopped. Mummers in masks and animal skins go from house to house, girls pour wax and look into mirrors to see their future husbands, and in Avdotya's house, by the great whitewashed stove, the family gathers every evening to talk about the old woman of the forest.Baba Yaga. She lives in a hut that turns on chicken legs, flies in a mortar and sweeps away her tracks with a broom. She eats children, or helps them, depending on the tale and on the child.Over twelve evenings, a grandmother, an old soldier, a village midwife and a travelling pedlar tell the tales they know. Between the tales, a present-day narrator steps out of the village to follow Baba Yaga through two hundred years of scholarship, art and imagination: why her hut stands on chicken legs; what her oven has to do with an old rite for sickly babies; why the great folklorist Vladimir Propp saw her as the keeper of the border between the living and the dead; how an old woodcut of Baba Yaga fighting a crocodile may have mocked Peter the Great; who her sisters are across Europe, from the Czech Je¿ibaba to the witch in Hansel and Gretel; how Bilibin, Vasnetsov and Mussorgsky gave her a face and a voice; and how she ended up in John Wick.The village is invented. Everything else is real. The tales are real tales, recorded from real storytellers, and the customs are those of real Russian villages. Wherever something is only guessed, or is somebody's bright idea that nobody has been able to prove, you will be told so.Illustrated with the art of the Russian fairy tale: the illustrations of Ivan Bilibin, the paintings of the nineteenth-century masters of village life, and the bright popular prints that pedlars once carried from village to village.The first book in Twelve Nights by the Stove: Russian Folklore and Myth, Told by the Fire.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. A LAMENT IN CLAY | Lina Davenant | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Rodniki Press | EAN 9781995812045 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. The Hut on Chicken Legs | The Story of Baba Yaga | Lina Davenant | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Rodniki Press | EAN 9781995812007 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. The Turning Year | The Story of the Russian Village Year | Lina Davenant | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Rodniki Press | EAN 9781995812014 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.…