“Comrade Chainik,” Marya whispered. “I am too big! I shall never fit through!” “We must all tighten our belts!” hissed the domovoi, and yanked on the sash of her nightgown. Marya spun like a spool; she had the peculiar feeling of a huge hand pressing down on the crown of her skull, of her ribs being squeezed as though Chainik were lacing her into one of her mother’s old corsets. When he tucked her sash back into place, Marya faced the carved door once more. She had dwindled down until she was just barely small enough to fit inside the door, if she ducked. Marya fought to keep herself from
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This all feels very Alice in Wonderland-esque to me! Perhaps that's what this is. Alice in Wonderland if it were set during the Russian Revolution. I hope I see more parallels between the two!
