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Once upon a time there was a girl with name Wassilissa, which wandered round trough the forest. Anytime – short or long – she came by on a little house, consisting of little chicken legs. She was so afraid but she knocks at the door because she was so alone. The door opened and in the house sat a beautiful virgin and she knitted on a big scarf with a pattern of silver and gold. The girls were appreciated but the knitter has a sadden heart. “My honey sister, I would to help you.” She said. „But my mother is the big witch Babajaga! “Wassilissa was very frightened but she sat near the landlady and they knit together on the big scarf because she doesn’t know where she can go. The time runs while needleworking and the virgin felt that the witch will be come. She transformed Wassilissa in a needle and put her in the besom. Barely was she finished, the witch stood in the room. “My good daughter, it smells like Russian bones!” “Oh lovely mother, I gave the palmers water, which came by.” “Why you don’t detain them?” „They were old and tough, lovely mother! “ “Look out better! Says the angry Babajaga und flew away. The girls sat again on the needleworking and talked and laughed each other. Was it short – was it long, the Babajaga came back. There was even time enough to hid Wassilissa into the besom. And the witch imagined again smelling human flesh. But the virgin has an excuse: “Palmers would to bask there hands. I invited them but they wouldn’t!” Babajaga was angry and hungry.

Wassilissa and the virgin knitted just now eager than before and there they thought, how they could escape from the disaster. For the eager they don’t realized, how fast the time run and yet stood the witch in the room. The girls were very frightened. „My good daughter, I see Russian bones, heat the oven up!” Wassilissa and the virgin towed fetched wood and made fire that the flames came out of the oven. “Be seat on the shovel, my beauty!” Said the witch to Wassilissa. She did what the witch desired but she spread there legs so wide that the witch can’t put her though the wicket. Babajaga was angry and she seated at the shovel to show her how she have to seat. The girls seize the opportunity and put her fast into the oven; they closed it with the baking tray and mounted up a lot of wood before. As they running away they took along only the knitted scarf, a comb and a brush.

They run and run and as they revolved the witch was behind them. They were very afraid and they toss the brush to the witch. It grew very fast a forest of reed. But Babajaga eradicated the forest with her crows and she breathes down to there neck. As the girls noticed it, they toss behind them the comb. An oak forest grew so closely that a fly couldn’t interfuse it. But the witch eradicated the trees with her teeth and channels a way to the girls. They run and run and in there big need they toss just now the knitted scarf behind them. It results a gold and silver sea of flames. As the Babajaga would browse over the flames she precipitated into and burnt.

But the girls went farther in the forest and every married a prince…and they lived happily ever after.

Source: Barbara und Julia Müller