Summary “Little Baba Yaga” by Proysler
Trouble
There once was a Little Baba Yaga – that is, a witch – and she was only one hundred and twenty-seven years old. For the real Baba-Yaga this, of course, is not age! We can say that this Baba Yaga was still a girl. She lived in a tiny hut, standing alone in the forest.
The roof of the hut crouched from the wind, the pipe crouched, the shutters rattled to different voices. But Little Baba Yaga did not want a better home, she and that was enough. Outside, a huge stove was attached to the hut. Without such an oven, you can not do without it, otherwise the hut would not be the real house of Baba Yaga.
In the hut, along with Baba-Yaga, there were still crows. His name was Abrahas. He did not just say “Good morning!” and “Good evening!”, as all talking crows know how. Raven Abrahas knew how to say everything! He was a wise crows and knew a lot about everything. Approximately six hours a day Little Baba-Yaga learned to conjure.
Little Baba-Yaga reached only the two hundred and thirtieth page. That morning she practiced the rain. She was sitting in the courtyard near the stove, holding a magical book on her knees and conjuring. Raven Abrahas was sitting next to him. He was gloomy. “It must be raining!” he croaked angrily. – And what are you doing? For the first time white mice fell from your sky! For the second time – frogs! In the third – fir cones! It is interesting that it will be poured for the fourth time! Will you finally get a real rain?! Little Baba Yaga tried to rain for the fourth time. She ordered a small cloud to gather in the sky, lured her with her hand and, when she stopped over the hut, she shouted: “Well, shower!” The cloud broke, and sour milk poured from the sky. – Spoiled milk! – Abrahas
Today all witches will gather on Mount Bloxberg and will dance there until the morning! – So what? asked the raven. – And the fact that I’m too young for dancing! So say the adult witches! They do not want me to dance with them on Blocksburg! The old raven tried to comfort her: “You see, at your one hundred and twenty-seven years you can not yet demand it. That’s when you’re older, then another thing… – Oh, leave! cried Little Baba Yaga. – I want to dance now with everyone! Do you understand? – What can not, you can not! the crow croaked cautiously. “Is anything going to change because you’re angry?” Be reasonable! I feel you’re up to something. “I know what I’m up to!” said Little Baba Yaga. “I’ll fly to Blocksburg tonight!” “To Mount Bloxberg?” the crow asked again. “But the adult witches forbid you!” – Ha! – scornfully screamed Little Baba-Yaga. – Much is forbidden! But if I do not get them… – You’ll fall! the crows prophetically croaked. – Nonsense! – objected Little Baba-Yaga. “I’ll appear when they’re already dancing!” And before the very end I will wash myself! In the turmoil that will reign tonight on Bloxberg, no one will notice me…
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