Λhow, once upon a time, out of people's fear of what they experienced and could not explain, stories and myths were born, which transformed into birds and flew from town to town and from village to village. And they entered, he says, secretly into men's houses and sat upon their lips. And then people started chanting unspeakable things…
And the lakes and mountains were filled with streams and rivers. Wells and fountains were haunted, and old women at crossroads chanted prayers backwards. The dead returned at the full moon, and the light-shaded could not find their medicine anywhere.
Where to go and where to stand. Little devils were emerging from everywhere and the elements in the yuphyrias demanded sacrifices. Children were hurt, people were hurt. In the clearings witches danced and sowed curses. And the heathen grew in the yards and in the tin pots, and the flame from the iconostasis burned until the morning...
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