"My name is Varvara, of Novgorod. -- There I lived my whole life, before I became a widow."
"After he developed a passion for mead, my late husband began to beat me. Often he would come home blind drunk, and then go right for the belt... Well, one day I couldn't take it any longer. When he appeared, I was busy with dough in the kitchen, working my tired hands... So I gave him a blow on top of his head with my rolling-pin -- and broke his skull."
"Oh, what trouble there was then! The guards came and wanted to bring me before the judges. I was so enraged I was beside myself. I grabbed a long-handle axe from one of the guards and drove the lot of them into the Volkhov River, right up to their necks. Then I ran off here to my sisters' place... She used to live here, but a week ago she passed away."