The Bride of November

My mother named me Yara, in honor of the bright sun that reflects off the snow cover.

But how could she know what snow looks like, if there have been no winters for a hundred years? The only place where the cold still remains is the cursed forest.

There lives the last December magician, because of whom winter might one day return.

People are doing everything they can to prevent this, sacrificing children born in December. And I turned out to be one of those children.

A touching story about love and loyalty to oneself and one's family. About a world where there have long been no winters. About a world where each month has its physical embodiment.
A love triangle, recognizable fairytale motifs, Slavic setting.
Brilliant design with a fairytale layout and inserts made in a watercolor technique.
Illustrations reflect the heroine's movement through locations: the publication greets the reader in autumn and bids farewell in winter; in the layout elements - a mysterious forest and a snowy environment.
The publication is supplemented by a map by Anna Luzhetskaya.