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Updated: May 17, 2025
"How shall I find her?" says the little girl, nearly ready to cry, for she knew that her aunt was Baba Yaga, the bony-legged, the witch. The stepmother took hold of the little girl's nose and pinched it. "That is your nose," she says. "Can you feel it?" "Yes," says the poor little girl.
And that is Baba Yaga, the bony-legged, the witch, and I do not know what to do." "It will not be difficult," says the little mouse, "because of your kind heart. Take all the things you find in the road, and do with them what you like. Then you will escape from Baba Yaga, and everything will be well." "Are you hungry, mouseykin?" said the little girl
And the little hut turned round with its front to him, and its back to the sea. The Tsarevich entered in, and saw the bony-legged Baba-Yaga lying on the stove, on nine bricks and grinding her teeth. "Hillo! good youth, why dost thou visit me?" asked the Baba-Yaga.
Satan Sowing the Tares of Evil is a sublime conception, truly Miltonic. The bony-legged demon strides across Paris. One foot is posed on Notre Dame. He quite touches the sky. Upon his head is a broad-brimmed peasant's hat, Quaker in shape. Hair streams over his skeleton shoulders.
The little girl went bravely up to the hut and knocked on the door. "Come in," says Baba Yaga. The little girl went in, and there was Baba Yaga, the bony-legged, the witch, sitting weaving at a loom. In a corner of the hut was a thin black cat watching a mouse-hole. "Good-day to you, auntie," says the little girl, trying not to tremble. "Good-day to you, niece," says Baba Yaga.
Then the Prince cried, "Little hut, stand the way my mother built you with your back away from me and your door before me." At once the hut whirled round and stood with the open door in front of him. Prince Ivan entered in, and saw a bony-legged Baba Yaga lying on the stove with her grey hair over her face. "Who are you? And what seek you here in the kingdom of Koshchei the Deathless?" she cried.
Then she found a little loaf of good bread, and she took that too. "I daresay somebody will like it," she said. And then she came to the hut of Baba Yaga, the bony-legged, the witch. There was a high fence round it with big gates. When she pushed them open they squeaked miserably, as if it hurt them to move. The little girl was sorry for them.
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