The white horse she had seen in the forest came trotting out from behind the hut, leapt over the fence, and disappeared.
#WITCH FROM BRAVE HUT WINDOWS#
She looked out the windows of the hut and saw the skulls on the fence, and she noticed that the flames in their eyes were beginning to dim. It was very early, so it was still dark outside, and her eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness. When Vasilisa woke the next morning, she took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes, forgetting for just a moment that she was in Baba Yaga’s hut.
Eat the food that is left to you, comfort yourself, and sleep-the morning will bring you peace.” Vasilisa did as the doll asked-she ate the food before her, wrapped her arms around herself and breathed deeply, and then fell asleep on the floor. Your mother watches over you still, and as long as you have her blessing, you cannot be harmed. It ate a little of the food, drank a little of the kvass, and said, “Vasilisa, gift of your mother, do not despair. What do I do?” The little doll’s eyes began to glow like the early morning sun, and it sprang to life, just as it always had before. She has given me an impossible task, and if I do not complete it by the time she returns tomorrow, she will put me in her cauldron, cook, and eat me. I am in Baba Yaga’s hut, locked in by her skeletal gates, and I am afraid. “Little doll, gift of my mother, eat and drink a little and listen to my grief. Vasilisa waited a few minutes and, when she was sure that Baba Yaga would not return, she took the little wooden doll out of her pocket and set some of the meat, vegetables, and kvass before it. Do you understand?” Vasilisa nodded firmly, although a little less so than when she first arrived, and Baba Yaga withdrew to her room. If you have not completed these tasks before I return, I will put you in my cauldron, cook you, and eat you. Then, I want you to take eight bushels of wheat from my storehouse and pick out all the black grains and wild peas. “When I drive away tomorrow morning, I want you to clean the yard, sweep the floors, and cook my supper. Before she retired to her room, she spoke to Vasilisa again. Yawning and stretching, Baba Yaga stood up and prepared to go to bed. Baba Yaga ate and drank it all, leaving Vasilisa only a few roasted vegetables, a scrap of meat, and a small amount of kvass. Seeing the amount of food Baba Yaga had prepared for herself, she brought up a large quantity of kvass and honeyed wine. She lay the food before Baba Yaga, who then said to Vasilisa, “Now bring me something to drink from the cellar-all this food will make me thirsty.” Vasilisa did as she was told, running to the cellar, and finding all kinds of beverages stored below. Bring me everything that is in the oven, quickly.” Vasilisa did as she was asked, opening the oven, surprised to find enough food to feed three fully-grown men inside-all kinds of roasted meats and vegetables, as well as some bread. They entered the wooden hut, and Baba Yaga sat down by the hearth. As soon as she and Vasilisa crossed the threshold, the gate slammed shut and locked itself tightly-if Vasilisa had even thought of trying to escape, there was no chance she could do so now. Baba Yaga then turned to her gates and commanded them to unlock and open, which they did. Do you understand?” Vasilisa nodded firmly, though her whole body shook with fear.
If you do not, I will put you in my cauldron, cook you, and eat you. However, the fire does not come without a cost-in return, you must stay with me for a time and work to earn it. “All right, Vasilisa-I will give you fire. We have no light left in the house, and they have asked me to come to you to fetch fire to bring back to them.” Baba Yaga looked at Vasilisa for a moment, observing her closely. “Baba Yaga, grandmother, I am here at the urging of my stepmother and stepsisters. Vasilisa trembled as she walked a little closer to Baba Yaga, bowing low before her, but her voice was steady. “And what brings you to my hut, Vasilisa?” Of course, being an all-powerful witch, she already knew her name. Then, Baba Yaga turned to face Vasilisa-she had been able to sense her presence long before she reached the clearing. She rode up to the gate and, in a commanding voice that sounded like iron scraping on iron, said: “Turn your back to the forest and your face to me.” At the sound of her voice, the hut turned so that the front door faced her. She rode through the forest in a giant iron mortar, steered by the pestle, and she swept away the path behind her with a large broom. Then, the trees began to creak and groan, the leaves began to rustle in the sudden wind, and Baba Yaga came flying out of the forest. Suddenly, everything went still, like the calm before a storm. But the clearing did not stay dark for long-for as soon as the sky turned to night, the eyes of all the skulls around the fence lit up with fire, illuminating the hut and allowing Vasilisa to see.
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