Читать книгу The story of Baba Yaga and Koschei the Immortal, their birth and life. You haven’t heard this story yet - - Страница 3

Everything was fine with Olga Guy, and her husband Egor was a handsome, caring and rich merchant, and the house was huge, and the servants were personal, and the ships were trading, and the farm was large – bees, cows, goats, chickens, horses and sheep could not be counted. Wealth and abundance had been in their family for five years since the wedding. But there were no children. There was no one to transfer all the acquired wealth and experience. There is no one to take care of and raise in love and affection. They really wanted a child, but they couldn’t have one.

Olga and Egor came to a joint decision to seek treatment from a healer in secret. They learned where he was located and what he was like, based on the rumors of those who had already received treatment. Without hesitation, they harnessed two horses and set off on horseback, traveling secretly at night, dressed in black cloaks with large hoods that concealed their faces. They took plenty of money for payment and provisions for the journey. The journey was long, taking two days to reach their destination. At night, they stopped for the night in the forest, lit a fire, and ate together under the starry sky.

They reached their destination at dawn. They had deliberately waited in the forest at the end of the journey to arrive at the house first and avoid being seen by random passers-by. The door was opened by an elderly healer, who appeared to be around eighty years old. He had a gray beard and wore a beige cotton robe that reached to the floor, with no embroidery or patterns. He had a staff in his left hand, which he used to lean on when he walked.

The healer let them into the house and invited them to go to the kitchen to drink tea. The guests agreed and sat down on a bench at the table. When the healer poured tea for the travelers and sat down at the table himself, they began a conversation.

“We have come to you from far away on a very important matter,” Egor began to say. – We don’t want anyone to know about this conversation. Can we count on that?

“Of course, traveler,” the healer replied. “I’ll ask the same of you!” After these words, the healer laughed loudly.

Next, Olga continued:

– My husband and I have been together for five years, but we still can’t have children. We’ve tried all the advice from our friends, and we’ve consumed a lot of herbs, but nothing has happened. Why have the heavens punished us like this? Please help us! We won’t be in your way. We’ve given up. We have a lot of money. We’ll pay whatever you ask. Just help us, please…

The healer thought for a moment and looked at them intently. He looked them over from head to toe, and his gaze was so penetrating that Olga’s entire body trembled, and she suddenly felt cold, every muscle trembling and her skin covered in goosebumps.

They sat in silence for two minutes, and suddenly the healer spoke:

– You don’t have to pay me, I won’t spend medicines and funds on you that would cost money. – he looked at Olga and continued: – You, guest, are completely healthy and your womb is capable of raising a child, and more than once. And you, the guest,” he turned to Egor. – You are also healthy, but not full-fledged, your seed is empty. You are not able to give a new life in your wife’s body. The branch of your family ends with you, and the continuation of this tree is given to other men of your blood, from other branches, but not from yours. I cannot help you with deeds, but I can help you with words. There is a legend that on the Witch’s Hour and the Devil’s Night, on the Bald Mountain, you must hear twelve beats of the gong. And on the last beat, the gates to a secret place will open, where only young maidens can enter. You cannot go there, but you can send your chosen one. Wait for her until dawn, and in the morning she will return to you with a full womb. This will be her child, not yours. But if you are willing to love and raise it as your own, and keep its origins a secret, I will tell you when the day comes.

“Tell me, and I’ll think about it,” Egor replied.

“No, dear!” Olga exclaimed, her face pale with fear. “You won’t do it, we won’t do it, please don’t… I beg you, don’t!”

“What other options do we have?”

“Well, I believe we can make it work without this… All we need is to believe in miracles…” A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Don’t cry, my love…” I can’t bear to see your tears… – saying this, Egor wiped a tear from her cheek and kissed her gently on the forehead, embracing her – let’s try for a few more years, well, three years, and if nothing works out, then we’ll try this method?

“All right…” murmured the upset wife in her nose. “Just promise that we’ll definitely wait three years, and it will happen by itself.” She looked up into his eyes, and there was a question in her gaze.

“All right, all right, I agree,” he smiled and kissed her forehead again, then turned to the healer and said, “Tell me the exact day that will come in three years.”

The healer told him the day and time, and to lighten the atmosphere, he started a conversation on a different topic. Olga calmed down in her husband’s arms, became cheerful, and even started laughing at the healer’s jokes. They spent about an hour together, drinking tea. When someone knocked on the front door, the healer led his guests to the second door on the other side of the house, which led to the backyard with a forest behind the fence. He said goodbye to them, wished them good luck in their marriage, and watched them leave with a sad, sympathetic gaze.