You know nothing of this world, and now you mean to go out and die in it?

I don’t feel like a traveler now,” Vasya admitted, low, to Morozko . “Neither do travelers, often enough,” the frost-demon returned.

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.

Solovey will take me to the ends of the earth if I ask it. I am going into the world, Alyosha. I will be no one's bride, neither of man nor of God. I am going to Kiev and Sarai and Tsargrad, and I will look upon the sun on the sea.