It was soon heard in the forest of terrible noise: the trees of crack, dry leaves of crunch, and left the forest of baba-yaga – in converted on the road, pestom Phil, the s"up"urge Pulled up to the gate, stopped, and shouted at me:

– EW, gross! The Russian spirit smells! Who's here?

Vasilisa came to the old woman with fear and low poklon^as', said:

– it's me, Grandma! My daughter's daughter sent me to see you.

– all right, Baba-yaga said, I know them, you go ahead and work with me, and I'll give you fire, and if you don't, I'll eat you! Then she turned to the gate and exclaimed:

– Hey, constipation my strong, otomknites'; the gates are wide, otvorites'!

The gate was otvorilis', and baba moved in, his, and Vasilisa came in, and then it was all over again.

Upon entering the room, Baba-is stretched out and says:

– give me what's in the oven. I'm hungry. Vasilisa lit the taper from those skulls that were on the fence and began to carry the yaga,, and dishes nastr^apano was a man at ten; from the cellar she brought water, honey, beer and wine. She ate everything, she drank the old woman, and she left only a little bit of bread and a piece of bread. Was baba went to bed and said:

– when I leave tomorrow, you look – the court of clean, the house vymeti, the lunch dinner, the laundry and the laundry. I want it done, or I'll eat you!

After such a directive baba-yaga zahrapela, and Vasilisa gave staruhiny scraps to the kuklo^u, weeping in tears and said:

– Oh, doll, eat, my grief! I've been given a hard-ass job and she's threatening to eat me if I don't.

The doll replied:

– don't be afraid, Vasilisa is beautiful! Have dinner, pomolis^a and sleep sleep; morning no evening!

Ranesen'ko woke up Vasilisa, and baba-stood up, looked out the window: the skulls had their eyes "i 1/2 ; here is the white rider, and it is dawn. Baba-went out to the yard, took. She had a stupa with pestom and s"up"urge. The crossed red rider is the sun. Baba-sat down in the stoop and left the yard, pestom Phil, s"up"urge the trail covering. Stay stayed alone, examined the house of baba-Yagi, podivilas' izobil'^u in everything, and stopped to think: for what work she had done first. And all the work is done; the doll has chosen the last grain of wheat.

– Oh, my God! Said Vasilisa doll. You saved me from the trouble.

– all you have to do is make a meal. – she answered the doll. I'm going to have a good time.

By evening, Vasilisa had gathered on the table and waited for baba-Yaga. The beginning of the dark, behind the gate, the black rider – and it was dark, only glowing eyes with skulls. The trees, zahrusteli leaves, going. Vasilisa met her.

– is everything done? – asks.

– watch yourself, Grandma! – said.

Baba-yaga looked all over, said she wasn't angry, and she said,

– all right! Then she yelled.

– my loyal servants, dear friends, my wheat!

There were three pairs of arms, grabbed the wheat and took out of the eye. Baba was full, went to bed and gave orders to Vasilisa.

– tomorrow, you do what you want to do today, and you have to take it out of coffers mac and wipe it out of the ground on the ground, ', someone out of the envy of the earth!

Said the old woman, turned to the wall and zahrapela, and Vasilisa began to feed her dolly. Dolly ate and told her yesterday:

– pray to God, go to bed. You'll sleep on it.

In the morning, Baba-yaga went back to converted from the court, and Vasilisa and doll were immediately corrected. The old woman screamed and shouted,

– my loyal servants, heart friends, that of Mac Oil! There were three pairs of hands, grabbed mac and took off. Baba-Sat for lunch; she eats and Vasilisa stands in silence.

– why don't you talk to me? Said Baba-Yaga. You stand like a mute?

– she didn't dare. – and if you let me, I'd like to ask you something.

– ask, but not every question is good, and you will know very soon.

I want to ask you, Grandma, just what I saw: when I was walking towards you, I was beaten by a rider on a white horse, himself white and white clothes: who is he?

– it's my clear day. – answered answered.

– then he beat me with another rider on a red horse, himself red and all dressed in red.

– that's my sunshine red! – answered answered.

– what do you mean, the black rider who beat me at the front of your gate, Grandma?