The more one knows, the sooner one grows old,” Midnight returned cheerfully.

I don’t feel like a traveler now,” Vasya admitted, low, to Morozko .

“Neither do travelers, often enough,” the frost-demon returned.

You cannot take vengeance on a whole people because of the doings of a few wicked men.

Go out into the world, traveler. See what the long nights and hard days feel like, after a week of them.”

“Perhaps I will like them,” Vasya retorted, with spirit.

“I sincerely hope not.

The glutton cannot turn his mind to God,” he said dismissively. “But neither can the starving man.

People afraid of growing old are those who did not grow wise along.