Marya and the domovoi stared at each other for a long moment like two wild animals drinking from the same stream, both deciding whether or not to run and hide from the other. This is it, Marya thought, her heart leaping inside her. The world is naked again, the underside of the world, and I wasn’t crazy, I wasn’t. I shall be clever, and I shall not let him go. Finally, she spoke. “Where are you going to, Comrade?” “Where are you going to, Comrade?” he repeated snappishly. His enormous eyes crackled hearth-red, ember-gold.
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