Dark Heart
7 hrs. 50 min.
Language
Russian
Author
Marina Kistyaeva
Author
Marina Kistyaeva
Narrator
Savelyeva Valeria
Narrator
Savelyeva Valeria
Description
“I pricked the pride of Varanov himself!” — the sister, on the verge of a hysterical fit, jabbed a finger at her. “And you too. Yes, you too.
“I don’t understand you.”
“What’s there to understand me? Remember our argument?”
A chill ran down Tessa’s spine; her mouth suddenly went dry.
“I remember.”
How could she not. Tessa had fallen for it, like a stupid, immature little idiot. Iva had come to visit her parents and had taken her along. As if between things, she casually blurted that Tessa wouldn’t be able to draw a copy of one painting.
Tessa did it.
And later, she even came to Iva and personally handed over the work, pleased with the result. Back then she didn’t notice how Iva went on for ages, gasping and exclaiming in admiration.
“I sold your canvas to Varanov. As the original…”
***
She were not promised a long and happy life. On the contrary, they named almost an exact date of her death.
Twenty years ago, a shamaness, cackling uproariously, threw into the darkness: “There’s no person in the lands who can fight the spirits that coil over this girl. But if a wicked man comes…”
❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅
The story of the son in the book “The Right to Us.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“What’s there to understand me? Remember our argument?”
A chill ran down Tessa’s spine; her mouth suddenly went dry.
“I remember.”
How could she not. Tessa had fallen for it, like a stupid, immature little idiot. Iva had come to visit her parents and had taken her along. As if between things, she casually blurted that Tessa wouldn’t be able to draw a copy of one painting.
Tessa did it.
And later, she even came to Iva and personally handed over the work, pleased with the result. Back then she didn’t notice how Iva went on for ages, gasping and exclaiming in admiration.
“I sold your canvas to Varanov. As the original…”
***
She were not promised a long and happy life. On the contrary, they named almost an exact date of her death.
Twenty years ago, a shamaness, cackling uproariously, threw into the darkness: “There’s no person in the lands who can fight the spirits that coil over this girl. But if a wicked man comes…”
❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅
The story of the son in the book “The Right to Us.”
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