#kishmish

[no1cutiepatootie]

me and my 15 yo mutuals playing ghar

[virgin-martyr]

And the impression made by this predawn anguish will remain with this little creature for many years, for her whole life. This creature will continue to be woken at dawn by a fear and anguish beyond understanding. Doctors will prescribe sedatives; they will advise her to take evening walks, or to give up smoking, or to sleep in an unheated room, or with the window open, or with a hot water bottle on her liver. They will counsel many, many things – but nothing will erase from her soul the imprint of that predawn despair.

Teffi, excerpt of “Kishmish” from Other Worlds: Peasants, Pilgrims, Spirits, Saints

[pakidyke]

the world is good achewally

[merlypops]

Today I drew baby Karou and her chimaera family 💛

[virgin-martyr]

She went up to the mirror, sucked in her cheeks, flared her nostrils, and rolled her eyes heavenward. Kishmish really liked the look of this face. A true saint's face. A little nauseating, but entirely saintly. No one else had a face anything like it.

Teffi, excerpt of “Kishmish” from Other Worlds: Peasants, Pilgrims, Spirits, Saints

[virgin-martyr]

To be a saint was above everything and everyone.

Teffi, excerpt of “Kishmish” from Other Worlds: Peasants, Pilgrims, Spirits, Saints

[virgin-martyr]

And could any of the grown-ups have imagined, as they looked at this skinny little girl with shorn flaxen hair, quietly threading beads to make a ring – could any of them have imagined what terrible dreams of power were seething inside her head? There was, by the way, yet another dream – of becoming a dreadful monster.

Teffi, excerpt of “Kishmish” from Other Worlds: Peasants, Pilgrims, Spirits, Saints

[pakidyke]

absolutely coked out of her little mind 💕