About the book: year / "You must kiss me, dear man, because I haven’t kissed a woman for almost three hundred years. Scenes from “Viy” came into my head , but I had no choice, and I closed my eyes and, pulling her by the shoulders, kissed her on the lips.. they were juicy, like ripe raspberries and exuded a honey aroma.. I stepped back and opened my eyes.. A young woman stood in front of me, with jet-black hair that was curly and flowing over his bare shoulders, emeralds shone in his eyes, his nose was neat and mischievous, ..."