Midsummer night

It's midsummer night, and you all know what that means: You go out into the woods and find your beloved (who's wearing a garland around their neck) and you look for fern flowers together. And, uh, probably do other stuff as well when you can't find the damn flowers.

What the bloody hell are you talking about? you may say, but that's because you aren't Russian (Mischa is shaking his head at you as we speak. There may be one of those annoying pained sighs as well). 

If you're just as clueless as Tom was before he was sent out into the woods at midnight by a Russian family member, then you need to read Of Russian Myth and Lore. It's a rare opportunity to experience that rare beast. And no, I'm not talking about Slavic folklore, but about Mischa actually showing his feelings.

(And for those wondering about that new book about Tom and Mischa that I promised you: The damnable last chapter is giving me a headache. But I promise to do my best to have it out soon!).

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