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One fateful day, at day break in the plain, Boris Neschastnovich met a beautiful maiden. Boris thought to himself that she must be his destiny, his quest. She was the daughter of the Day and rode upon a white mare. Her ivory skin and blonde hair shone bright in the sun. Boris fell into company with her. He spent that day lying in the tall grass wooing the maiden. He longed to marry her. That summer's day lasted for three years. As the sun sank into the weest the maiden fled with the vanishing sun. She galloped into the sunset. Boris raced after her streaking stallion but failed to match her swiftness. Boris grieved of his loss through the long twilight.