Are you fed, Yaga's grandmother? - I turned to the old woman in an unctuous voice: - Are you ready to answer the aspirations of our charming owner? - Where even did you see the charm here, Mashenka? - Yaga snorted: - After all, dried morel, and there is nothing to look at. I carefully ran a glance at the artisanal figure of Leshego, who all this time did not take his eyes off the grandmother of lovers, and objected: