It is December and I love it. I always thought that this month is perfect for telling stories, fairytales. I will tell you a story- a Russian one because my origins are “haunting” me sometimes. I found at my mother’s home an old book, a gift from my parents, called “The feather of Finist the falcon “. It’s a fairytale book with four stories: “The feather of Finist the falcon” ; “ The Big Morevna”; “The Frog-Queen” and, my favorite and the one that I will tell you, “Vasilissa The Beautiful”. It is an old fairytale with unknown author. And it begins like that…
“A long time ago there lived a merchant and his wife; they had one child, a girl called Vasilissa. One day the mother placed a little doll in the child’s hands, she said, „My child, I am dying. Take this doll as my blessing. Always keep it with you and never show it to anybody. If anything bad happens to you, give the doll food and ask her for guidance.” Shortly afterwards the mother died.
The Merchant soon became lonely and decided to marry again. He married a widow he thought would be a good mother but both she and her two daughters were envious of Vasilissa’s beauty. They gave her heavy outdoor work to do, so she would grow thin and her face turn ugly in the wind and the sun.
Despite this, Vasilissa became more beautiful every day. For each day she gave her doll food and asked for advice. Having finished eating, the doll would help with the tasks and even bring Vasilissa herbs to prevent sunburn.
As the years passed, Vasilissa grew ever more beautiful as her stepmother’s hatred of her intensified.
Then, whilst Vasilissa’s father was away on business, the stepmother moved the family to the edge of a dense birch forest. This was not just any birch forest, for in this forest lived the terrifying witch, Baba-Yaga. A witch who ate people like others ate chicken.
Every day, the stepmother sent Vasilissa into the forest, but the girl always returned safe and sound with the guidance of her magic doll.
Then one night, the stepmother crept around the house and extinguished all the candles. As the last candle failed, she said in a loud voice.
„It’s impossible to finish our work in the darkness. Somebody must go to Baba-Yaga and ask for a light.”
„I’m not going,” said the first stepdaughter, who was stitching lace. „I can see my needle.”
„And I’m not going,” said the second stepdaughter, who was knitting stockings, „I can see my needle.”
So Vasilissa was thrown out into the dark forbidding forest. Despite her fear, she fed her magic doll and asked for its advice.
„Don’t be afraid, Vasilissa,” said the doll. „Go to Baba-Yaga and ask her to give you a light.”
All that night, Vasilissa walked nervously through the forest holding the doll who guided her path. Then suddenly, she saw a horseman rushing by. His face and clothes were white and he was riding a white horse. As he passed the first light of dawn appeared across the sky. Then, another horseman came by. His face and clothes were red and he was riding a red horse. As he passed the sun began to rise. Vasilissa had never seen such strange men and she was very surprised.
She walked all day, until at last she came to Baba-Yaga’s hut, which stood forbidding on its large chicken legs. A fence made of human bones surrounded the hut. It was crowned with human skulls. The gate had a sharp set of teeth that served as a lock. Vasilissa was terribly afraid.
Suddenly, another horseman galloped by. His face and clothes were black and he was riding a black horse. He rode through the gates and disappeared. As he passed, night descended.
As the sky darkened the eyes of the skulls began to glow. Their light illuminated the forest. Vasilissa trembled, she wanted to run but her legs would not move. Almost immediately she heard a hideous noise. The earth shook, the trees groaned and there was Baba-Yaga, riding in her mortar. She stopped and sniffed the air.
„I smell a human!” she cried. „Who is here?”
Vasilissa stepped forward, trembling with fear. She said, „I am, Vasilissa. My stepmother sent me to you to ask for a light.”
„I know of her.” Baba-Yaga replied. „Stay with me for a while. If you work well, I will give you light. If you do not, I will cook you and eat you.”
Baba-Yaga commanded the gates to open and rode in. Vasilissa followed and the gates closed fast behind her.
As they entered the hut, Baba-Yaga ordered Vasilissa to bring her what was on the stove. There was enough food to feed ten men; then from the cupboard she collected kvas, mead, beer and wine. Baba-Yaga ate and drank everything. She left Vasilissa nothing but a crust of bread.
„I’m tired,” Baba-Yaga said. „Tomorrow, Vasilissa, you must clean the yard, sweep the hut, cook the supper and wash the linen.”
„Then,” she added, „You must go to the corn bin and separate seed by seed the mildewed corn from the good corn, and mind that you remove all the black bits. If you don’t complete these tasks I will eat you.”
Soon Baba-Yaga started snoring, her long nose rattled against the roof of the hut. Vasilissa took her doll out of her pocket, gave it a crust of bread and said, „Please help me. Baba-Yaga has given me an impossible task to do and if I fail she will eat me.”
The doll replied, „Don’t be afraid, Vasilissa, eat your supper and go to bed. Mornings are wiser than evenings.”
Although Vasilissa woke early the next morning, Baba-Yaga was already up. Vasilissa went to the corn bin and found the doll picking out the last black bits. The other tasks were also fulfilled. The doll said, „All you have to do now is prepare the supper and after that you can rest.” Vasilissa thanked the doll and went to prepare supper. She cooked the food, laid the table and waited.
As the skulls’ eyes began to shine, the trees groaned, the earth trembled, and there was Baba-Yaga.
„Have you done what I told you?” she asked Vasilissa.
„See for yourself,” replied the girl.
Baba-Yaga was very upset, for she wanted to eat the girl but the tasks were all completed. Hiding her anger, she said, „Very good,” and then cried loudly, „My faithful servants grind the wheat!”
From nowhere three pairs of hands appeared. They took the wheat and vanished.
Baba-Yaga ate the supper and said to Vasilissa, „Tomorrow you must do the same tasks and then you must go to the store room and sort out the dirt from the poppy seeds.”
The next morning Baba-Yaga again rode off in her mortar. Vasilissa, with the help of her doll, finished the tasks. In the evening the old woman came back and checked everything over. Three pairs of hands appeared. They took the bin of poppy seeds and vanished.
Baba-Yaga sat down to eat.
„Why,” she said, „do you sit there so quiet and still?”
„I’m afraid to speak,” said Vasilissa, „would you mind if I asked you some questions?”
„Ask if you want,” said Baba-Yaga, „but remember that not every question has a good answer.”
Vasilissa hesitated, „It’s just that on my way here I saw a white horseman. Who was he?”
„That was my Bright Day,” answered Baba-Yaga.
Vasilissa continued, „Then I saw a red horseman. Who was he?”
„That was my Red Sun,” answered Baba-Yaga.
„And then a black horseman overtook me whilst I was standing outside your gate. Who was he?”
„That was my Black Midnight,” answered Baba-Yaga. „These horsemen are my faithful servants. Have you further questions?”
Vasilissa remembered the three pairs of hands but remained quiet.
„Now I have a question for you. How have you managed to carry out all the work so quickly?”
Vasilissa replied, „My mother’s blessing helped me.”
„I knew it,” said Baba-Yaga. „You’d better be gone. I will not have people with blessings in my home.”
With that, the old woman pushed Vasilissa out of the hut and through the gate.
Then she took one of the skulls, stuck it on the end of a stick and gave it to the girl, saying: „Here’s a light for your stepmother and her daughters. That’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”
She walked all day and by the evening she reached her home. As she approached the gates she was about to throw away the skull, but suddenly she heard a muffled voice say: „You must keep me, your stepmother and her daughters have need of me.”
The girl carried the skull into the house. As she entered, the skull fixed its eyes on the stepmother and her two daughters. Its eyes burnt them like fire. They tried to hide, but the piercing eyes followed them and never let them out of their sight. By morning nothing was left of the three women except three heaps of ash on the floor. Vasilissa was unharmed.
She buried the skull in the garden and went to find shelter in the nearest town. Here she lodged with an old woman.
One day the old woman gave Vasilissa some flax. With it Vasilissa spun the most beautiful thread, so fine it was like hair. Then she weaved the thread into the most exquisite cloth. It was brilliant white, soft and so beautiful. Vasilissa gave it to the old woman and said: „Grandmother, you have been so kind to me, sell this cloth and keep the money.”
The old woman looked at it and said, „My child, this is too fine to sell. I am going to take it to the Tsar.”
So she brought it to the Tsar as a gift. The Tsar thanked the old woman and gave her many presents before sending her home.
Impressed with the beautiful cloth, the Tsar tried to find someone who could make shirts from it. However all the tailors declined the work, as the cloth was too fine for them to handle. In the end the Tsar called the old woman and said, „You must also know how to sew the cloth as you made it.”
The old woman replied, „No your Majesty. It was not my work. It was done by a girl I took in.”
So the Tsar asked the old woman to see if Vasilissa would make the garments. Vasilissa made the shirts and the old woman took them to the Tsar.
As she waited for the old woman to return, one of the Tsar’s servants entered. He said loudly, „His Majesty wishes to see the needlewoman who has made his wonderful clothes.” So Vasilissa went to the palace.
Vasilissa and the Tsar were captivated by each other and eventually they married.
When Vasilissa’s father returned, they invited both him and the old woman to come and live at the palace. Also at the palace was the little doll, for Vasilissa carried it around in her pocket until the day she died.”
Illustrations from the book created by Ivan Bilibin
A modern Vasilissa…
I was wearing a vintage jugnu dress, authentic handmade Romanian ethno nightdress, no name shoes, no name necklace.
À bientôt !