Неизвестный фотограф. Евгения Максимовна Осипова в русском сарафане и кокошнике с фатой. 1900-е годы. Собрание Муромского историко-художественного музея.
I haven’t seen much of yoh’s artwork circling about, so here is a nod to one of my favorite artists.
Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong.
Baba Yaga and Vasilisa the Beautiful
By Ivan Bilibin (1876 – 1942)
In her youth, Baba Yaga was also beautiful.
Kings came to her doorstep and offered her fistfuls of emeralds in exchange for her hand, but she would only laugh and send them away. Over the years, the laughter turned to cackling, and instead of sending them hence, she began to decorate her fence-posts with the skulls of lovelorn princes.