Yes, that's her name. No, I didn't make it up. But I could have written Marushka, or Gretchen, or Valparaiso and no one would have known the difference for all it's obscurity. Really, it's a Russian version of Frosty: a childless baba and her husband decide to make a little snow girl; snow girl becomes the light of their lives but, alas, melts away when the sun was hot one day.
I was not aware that it climbed much above freezing in that region. Really, what's the danger in having a snowbaby in a place where the blood runs thick and icy and the fingers are blue and a rosy cheek is the sign of either windburn or vodka? Perhaps it's a warning to those wishing to travel south. Insular bastards.
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