Somewhere, I cannot tell you exactly where, but
certainly in vast Russia, there lived a peasant with his wife and they had
twins-son and daughter. One day the wife died and the husband mourned over her
very sincerely for a long time. One year passed, and two years, and even
longer. But there is no order in a house without a woman, and a day came when
the man thought, "If I marry again possibly it would turn out all
right." And so he did, and had children by his second wife.
The stepmother was envious of the stepson and
daughter and began to use them hardly. She scolded them without any reason,
sent them away from home as often as she wished, and gave them scarcely enough
to eat. Finally she wanted to get rid of them altogether. Do you know what it
means to allow a wicked thought to enter one's heart?
The wicked thought grows all the time like a
poisonous plant and slowly kills the good thoughts. A wicked feeling was
growing in the stepmother's heart, and she determined to send the children to
the witch, thinking sure enough that they would never return.
"Dear children," she said to the
orphans, "go to my grandmother who lives in the forest in a hut on hen's
feet. You will do everything she wants you to, and she will give you sweet
things to eat and you will be happy."
The orphans started out. But instead of going to
the witch, the sister, a bright little girl, took her brother by the hand and
ran to their own old, old grandmother and told her all about their going to the
forest.
"Oh, my poor darlings!" said the good
old grandmother, pitying the children, "my heart aches for you, but it is
not in my power to help you. You have to go not to a loving grandmother, but to
a wicked witch. Now listen to me, my darlings," she continued; "I
will give you a hint: Be kind and good to everyone; do not speak ill words to
any one; do not despise helping the weakest, and always hope that for you, too,
there will be the needed help."
The good old grandmother gave the children some
delicious fresh milk to drink and to each a big slice of ham. She also gave
them some cookies-there are cookies everywhere-and when the children departed
she stood looking after them a long, long time.
The obedient children arrived at the forest and,
oh, wonder! there stood a hut, and what a curious one! It stood on tiny hen's
feet, and at the top was a rooster's head. With their shrill, childish voices
they called out loud:
"Izboushka, Izboushka! turn thy back to the
forest and thy front to us!"
The hut did as they commanded. The two orphans looked
inside and saw the witch resting there, her head near the threshold, one foot
in one corner, the other foot in another corner, and her knees quite close to
the ridge pole.
"Fou, Fou, Fou!" exclaimed the witch;
"I feel the Russian spirit."
The children were afraid, and stood close, very
close together, but in spite of their fear they said very politely:
"Ho, grandmother, our stepmother sent us to
thee to serve thee."
"All right; I am not opposed to keeping you,
children. If you satisfy all my wishes I shall reward you; if not, I shall eat
you up."
Without any delay the witch ordered the girl to
spin the thread, and the boy, her brother, to carry water in a sieve to fill a
big tub. The poor orphan girl wept at her spinning-wheel and wiped away her
bitter tears. At once all around her appeared small mice squeaking and saying:
"Sweet girl, do not cry. Give us cookies and
we will help thee."
The little girl willingly did so.
"Now," gratefully squeaked the mice,
"go and find the black cat. He is very hungry; give him a slice of ham and
he will help thee."
The girl speedily went in search of the cat and
saw her brother in great distress about the tub, so many times he had filled
the sieve, yet the tub was still dry. The little birds passed, flying near by,
and chirped to the children:
"Kind-hearted little children, give us some
crumbs and we will advise you."
The orphans gave the birds some crumbs and the
grateful birds chirped again:
"Some clay and water, children dear!"
Then away they flew through the air.
The children understood the hint, spat in the
sieve, plastered it up with clay and filled the tub in a very short time. Then
they both returned to the hut and on the threshold met the black cat. They
generously gave him some of the good ham which their good grandmother had given
them, petted him and asked:
"Dear Kitty-cat, black and pretty, tell us
what to do in order to get away from thy mistress, the witch?"
"Well," very seriously answered the cat,
"I will give you a towel and a comb and then you must run away. When you
hear the witch running after you, drop the towel behind your back and a large
river will appear in place of the towel. If you hear her once more, throw down
the comb and in place of the comb there will appear a dark wood. This wood will
protect you from the wicked witch, my mistress."
Baba Yaga came home just then.
"Is it not wonderful?" she thought;
"everything is exactly right."
"Well," she said to the children,
"today you were brave and smart; let us see to-morrow. Your work will be
more difficult and I hope I shall eat you up."
The poor orphans went to bed, not to a warm bed
prepared by loving hands, but on the straw in a cold corner. Nearly scared to
death from fear, they lay there, afraid to talk, afraid even to breathe. The
next morning the witch ordered all the linen to be woven and a large supply of
firewood to be brought from the forest.
The children took the towel and comb and ran away
as fast as their feet could possibly carry them. The dogs were after them, but
they threw them the cookies that were left; the gates did not open themselves,
but the children smoothed them with oil; the birch tree near the path almost
scratched their eyes out, but the gentle girl fastened a pretty ribbon to it.
So they went farther and farther and ran out of the dark forest into the wide,
sunny fields.
The cat sat down by the loom and tore the thread
to pieces, doing it with delight. Baba Yaga returned.
"Where are the children?" she shouted,
and began to beat the cat. "Why hast thou let them go, thou treacherous
cat? Why hast thou not scratched their faces?"
The cat answered: "Well, it was because I
have served thee so many years and thou hast never given me a bite, while the
dear children gave me some good ham."
The witch scolded the dogs, the gates, and the
birch tree near the path.
"Well," barked the dogs, "thou
certainly art our mistress, but thou hast never done us a favor, and the orphans
were kind to us."
The gates replied:
"We were always ready to obey thee, but thou
didst neglect us, and the dear children smoothed us with oil."
The birch tree lisped with its leaves, "Thou
hast never put a simple thread over my branches and the little darlings adorned
them with a pretty ribbon."
Baba Yaga understood that there was no help and
started to follow the children herself. In her great hurry she forgot to look
for the towel and the comb, but jumped astride a broom and was off. The children
heard her coming and threw the towel behind them. At once a river, wide and
blue, appeared and watered the field. Baba Yaga hopped along the shore until
she finally found a shallow place and crossed it.
Again the children heard her hurry after them and
so they threw down the comb. This time a forest appeared, a dark and dusky
forest in which the roots were interwoven, the branches matted together, and
the tree-tops touching each other. The witch tried very hard to pass through,
but in vain, and so, very, very angry, she returned home.
The orphans rushed to their father, told him all
about their great distress, and thus concluded their pitiful story:
"Ah, father dear, why dost thou love us less
than our brothers and sisters?"
The father was touched and became angry. He sent
the wicked stepmother away and lived a new life with his good children. From
that time he watched over their happiness and never neglected them any more.
How do I know this story is true? Why, one was
there who told me about it.
