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In Some Kingdom, there was a merchant. For twelve years he lived in matrimony and had only one daughter who was beautiful. When the mother passed away, the girl was eight years old. When she died, cheka called for her daughter, took out a doll and gave it to her and said:

– listen, vasilisuška! Remember and fulfill my last words. I am dying and with my parental blessing I leave you with this doll; take care of it and do not show it to anyone; and when you have a grief, give her food and ask her advice. She'll tell you how to help her.

Then the mother kissed her daughter and died.

After the death of his wife, the merchant was potužil, and then he began to think about getting married again. He was a good man; he was not a bride, but he loved him more than anyone. She was already in old, had her two daughters, almost odnoletok Vasilisa, and the mistress and the mother experienced. The merchant married vdovuške, but he did not find a good mother for her Vasilisa. Vasilisa was the first in the village of beauty; her stepmother and sister were jealous of her beauty, tormented her with all kinds of work, so that she would lose weight, and from the wind and the sun, she was not even

Vasilisa all transferred, and every day, all lovelier and polnela, and yet the stepmother with the daughters of her weight and durnela out of spite, even though they were always sitting on their hands like lady. How did that happen? Vasilisa was helping her doll. Without that, where the girl is rainmaker with all the goddesses! But Vasilisa wouldn't eat, but the doll would leave the most tasty piece, and tonight, as she was all settle, she was in the cupboards where she lived, and potčevaet her, saying:

– Oh, doll, eat, my grief! I live in my father's house, I see no joy; evil stepmother drives me from the white light. Teach me how to live and live and what to do?

Doll Pokušaet, and then gives her advice and comfort in grief, and in the morning, all work is having for Vasilisa; she is only resting in the holodočke and puking the flowers, and she has ranges vypoloty and cabbage rained, and the water nanošena, and the oven vytoplena (chuckles) The doll will also show the Vasilisa and the weed from the sunburn. It was good to live with her.

A few years later, Vasilisa grew up and became a bride. All the grooms in the city are prisvatyvaûtsâ to the Vasilisa; no one will look at their daughters. The Stepmother is angry with the old and all the suitors answer:

– I won't give up her first! And by the groom, beatings displacing evil on Vasilisa. One day, merchant had to leave home for a long time in trade. Her stepmother went to the other house, and there was a forest in the woods, and there was a house in the forest in the forest, and baba lived in hizzie; she did not eat and eat people like chickens. She had a housewarming party, and then she sent for something in the forest of hated, but that always was coming home safely: the doll told her the way and did not go to the hizzie of baba-Yagi.

Autumn came. The Stepmother gave all three girls to the evening work: one made the lace sew, the other stockings knit, and the Vasilisa spin. Put the fire in the house, left only one candle where the girls were working, and she went to bed. The girls were working. Here's the chest on the candle; one of the mačehinyh daughters took the tongs to correct the svetil'nû, instead of the mother's order, as if by an accident and a candle.

– what do we do now? The girls said. There is no fire in the whole house. I have to run to the baba!

– it's light for me! She said that she wove lace. – I will not go.

– and I'm not going, – I said that I was knitting stockings. It's light from the needles!

– you've been screaming for the fire. Go to baba-Yaga! And the out of Vasilisa.

Vasilisa went to her cubby, gave her dinner dinner and said:

– Oh, baby doll, my grief, listen to me, I'm being sent for the fire to baba-Yaga.

Dolly Ate, and her eyes lit up like two candles.

– don't be afraid, vasilisuška! She said. Go where they send you, but keep me on your own. I don't have anything to do with you.

Vasilisa gathered, put a doll in her pocket and, crossing, went to the dense forest.

She's coming and shaking. All of a sudden, she rides by her rider: the white man, dressed in white, the horse under him white, and the white knight on the horse, the yard.

It goes on as the other rider rides: the red one, wearing red and red horse, is the sun.

Vasilisa went all night and all day, only by the next evening she went to the pastures, where the house yagi-Baba were standing; the fence around the hut of the bones, the fence sticking out the skulls of the people with their eyes; instead of the doors at the gate, the legs Hands, instead of a lock, mouth with sharp teeth. Vasilisa was obomlela and became like froze. Suddenly the rider is on his way: Black Himself, dressed in all black and black horse; galloped to the gates of baba-Yagi and disappeared as the earth failed, the night. But the darkness didn't last long: all the skulls on the fence were spotted, and it was bright as a day. Vasilisa trembled with fear, but without knowing where to escape, she remained in place.

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 süpürge 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 poklonâs', 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 nastrâpano 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 kukloû, 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, pomolisâ and sleep sleep; morning no evening!

Ranešen'ko woke up Vasilisa, and baba-stood up, looked out the window: the skulls had their eyes ï½♪; here is the white rider, and it is dawn. Baba-went out to the yard, took. She had a stupa with pestom and süpürge. The crossed red rider is the sun. Baba-sat down in the stoop and left the yard, pestom Phil, süpürge the trail covering. Stay stayed alone, examined the house of baba-Yagi, podivilas' izobil'û 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?

It's my dark night. All my servants are loyal! Vasilisa remembered three pairs of hands and kept quiet.

– why don't you ask? – Baba -.

– it's gonna be me and you, grandma. You said you'd get old.

– well, said said that you only ask what you've seen in the yard, not in the yard! I don't like getting dirty in my house, and I'm too curious to eat! Now I ask you: how do you keep doing the job I'm asking you?

– my mother's blessing is helping me.

– that's what! Get away from me, blessed daughter! I don't need a blessed.

She pulled her out of high school and went through the gate, took one skull with her glowing eyes and threw it on the stick, gave it to her and said,

– here's a fire for your daughters. Take it. They sent you here.

The run took off in the light of the skull, which only went out in the morning, and finally, at the end of the day, I got to my When she came to the gate, she wanted to leave her skull: "that's right, at home, she thinks, no more in the fire". but suddenly a deaf voice is heard from the skull:

– don't leave me, go to the stepmother!

She took a look at her stepmother's house and, without seeing a light in the window, decided to go there with the skull. For the first time, we found her affectionately, and told her that since she left, they were not in the house of fire, but they were not able to flog them, but the fire brought them from the neighbours, as they were with him in room.

– your fire will hold! The Stepmother said. Put the skull in the room, and the eyes from the skull are staring at her stepmother and her daughters and the tourniquet! They were hiding, but wherever they were, their eyes were being watched everywhere; by morning, they had turned them into coal.

In the morning, Vasilisa buried her skull into the ground, locked the house, went into town, and went on a first to an old lady, living and waiting for her father. That's what she says to an old lady:

– it's boring me to sit down, Grandma! Why don't you go buy me the best one?

The old lady bought the l'nu good; Vasilisa sat down, and the job was burning, and the yarn was as smooth as a hair. A lot of yarn is a lot; it's time for the weaving to be accepted, and they won't find the bird to be on the vasilisinu yarn; no one is taken and done. Vasilisa started asking her doll, she said:

– bring me some old berdoo, an old shuttle, and a horse mane; I'll give it to you.

Vasilisa got everything she needed, and went to bed, and the doll made a lovely stan overnight. By the end of the winter and the canvas of vytkano, it is so thin that the needle can be replaced by a needle. The Canvas is painted, and Vasilisa says to the old woman:

– sell it, grandma. It's a painting. The old woman looked at the goods and said:

– no, baby! There is no such thing as a king.

The old lady went to the halls of chambers. The King saw and asked:

– what do you want, old lady?

– Your Majesty, the old woman is in charge. – I have brought the goods.

The King ordered an old woman to come in and saw the painting.

– what do you want for him? The King asked.

– he has no price, King Father! I gave you a gift.

Thanked the king and gave the old lady a gift.

They were the king of that silk cloth; they were not able to find a seamstress to work. For a long time, the king called the old woman and said:

– you knew how to sew and sew that painting.

– not me, your majesty, the spinning and the linen. – said the old woman. – it's the work of my girl.

– well, let her go!

The old lady went home and told me all about it.

– I knew it. – Vasilisa told her that this job would never pass.

She locked herself in her room, she went to work; she didn't hand her arms, and soon a dozen camisoles were ready.

The old woman took to the king shirts and Vasilisa washed, Brushed, dressed and sat under the window. He's sitting there waiting. He sees a royal servant coming into the courtyard and entering the room and saying:

The King wants to see iskusnicu that he worked for him, and to reward her from his hands.

Went Vasilisa and appeared before royal's eyes. As King Vasilisa saw beautiful and fell in love with her without memory.

– no, he says, my beauty! I will not break up with you; you will be my wife.

This is where king Vasilisa took his white hands, put her beside himself, and there played. Soon back and father Vasilisa rejoiced in her fate and stayed with her daughter. Old Lady Vasilisa took her home and she was always in her pocket.