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

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

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

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

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

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.

And now,' said the unknown, 'farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good - now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!