There was a young woman in Russia who loved a young man who she met often in the woods at night.

She didn't tell her mother of these rendezvous, but she loved them nonetheless.

The young man promised her his hand in marriage and told her that he was leaving for Moscow to tell his father of his new

bride so that he might come back and take her with him.

The young woman ran to her mother and excitedly told her the news, but the old woman warned

her daughter not to trust a promise from a man who left.

And eventually, the young woman was in sorrow because the man never returned.

The young man who had promised marriage to the girl, for his part, was found again someday.

He was found dead by the banks of the river. He was covered in water and had been drugged back

to the surface, though clearly he had fallen in.

He was the victim of Russia's first Rusalka, the lifeless women who dwell at the bottom of

the rivers and lakes, who are scorned in life and who are therefore cursed to take the souls

of others in their death.

But da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da see

this is the emotional disjunct.

Life is much better down where it's wet.

I feel like it was a heavy cold open.

It was so good. But then you just got a

little mermaid. Little mermaid and in. Yeah, exactly. Just some little mermaid. Is it a lot?

Are we going right now? I think we're going. Oh, wow. All right. Hey. Fantastic story.

Unda da, da sea. Under the sea. So how do you pronounce it? Rusalka? Rusalka.

R U.S.A.L-K.

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