Baba Yaga Laid an Egg

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Dubravka Ugrešić. Baba Yaga Laid an Egg

Contents

At First You Don’t See Them…

Go There – I Know Not Where –and Bring Me Back a Thing I Lack

Birds in the Treetops Growing by My Mother’s Window

Some Of The Words Have Got Altered

Are You Alive and Well?

Cleanliness is Half of Health

Come Here, Lie Down…

The Cupboard

Mother’s Bedel. 1

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7

As They Came, So They Went Away

Ask Me No Questions and I’ll Tell You No Lies

Day One. 1

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4

Day Two. 1

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3

4

5

6

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8

Day Three. 1

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3

4

5

6

7

Day Four. 1

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7

Day Five. 1

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4

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6

Day Six, Epilogue

If You Know Too Much, You Grow Old Too Soon

BABA YAGA FOR BEGINNERS. BABA

BABA YAGA

BABA YAGA / WITCH

Remarks

THE HUT

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THE MORTAR

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CANNIBALISM

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MOTHER, SISTER, WIFE

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THE BATH

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FEET, LEGS

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CLAWS

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NOSE

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GUYS

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DOLLS

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COMB AND TOWEL

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BROOM AND RUBBISH

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EGG

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THE HEN’S GOD

Remarks

BIRDS

Remarks

OLD AGE

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BABA YAGAS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!

AND HERE, MY FRIEND, COMES THE STORY’S END

Also by Dubravka Ugrešić in English translation

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Myths are universal and timeless stories that reflect and shape our lives – they explore our desires, our fears, our longings and provide narratives that remind us what it means to be human. The Myths series brings together some of the world’s finest writers, each of whom has retold a myth in a contemporary and memorable way. Authors in the series include: Alai, Karen Armstrong, Margaret Atwood, AS Byatt, Michel Faber, David Grossman, Milton Hatoum, Natsuo Kirino, Alexander McCall Smith, Tomás Eloy Martínez, Klas Östergren, Victor Pelevin, Ali Smith, Donna Tartt, Su Tong, Dubravka Ugrešić, Salley Vickers and Jeanette Winterson.

I: Go There – I Know Not Where – and Bring Me Back a Thing I Lack

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‘Could you please go down to the main desk and ask them for extra blankets? And ask them to turn the heat on!’

Aba decided she would turn the heat on herself. She spent ages fiddling with the heating unit in the wall, but to no avail. Then she searched every corner of the room to find extra blankets. She threw her own blanket over me. It didn’t help. I was still shivering. I was certain that her reluctance to go downstairs lay in the prospect of a confrontation with the hotel staff, a vestigial reflex from communism, the fear that they would dismiss her out of hand, the potential for humiliation. Hence her exultant expression when she came back. No one had hurt her feelings, and furthermore she had come through victorious: she was carrying two woollen blankets, and a young man came in behind her who turned on the heat.

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