A brave young man lived with a can and a sparrow. One day the cat and the sparrow went out into the forest to chop some wood, and as they left they told the brave young man to keep the house; “but if Baba Yaga comes and counts the spoons be sure to keep quite.”
“Okay,” the brave young man agreed.
Once the cat and the sparrow left, the young man sat down behind the stoves chimney. Sure enough Baba Yaga came in and began to count the spoons.
“This is the cats spoon, and this is the birds spoon, and this third spoon must be the young mans,” Baba Yaga said.
The Young man could not stand it so he shouted: “don’t touch my spoon Baba Yaga.”
Baba Yaga seized the young man, and flew of in her mortar paddling it with a pestle as she swept away her tracks with a broom.
“Run cant, Fly Sparrow,” the young man called for his friends.
They heard his cries and came and the cat scratched Baba Yaga while the sparrow pecked at her, and together they took the young man from her.
The next day the cat and the sparrow had to go once more into the forest to gather wood.
“Don’t say anything if Baba Yaga comes today,” they warned the young man again.
When they left the young man sat down behind the chimney again. Sure enough Baba Yaga came in and began to count the spoons.
“This is the cats spoon, and this is the birds spoon, and this third spoon must be the young mans,” Baba Yaga said.
The Young man could not stand it so he shouted: “don’t touch my spoon Baba Yaga.”
Baba Yaga seized the young man, and flew of in her mortar paddling it with a pestle as she swept away her tracks with a broom.
The next day the cat and the sparrow warned the youth very urgently not to say anything if Baba Yaga came for they were going very far away on that day.
Sure enough Baba Yaga came in and began to count the spoons.
“This is the cats spoon, and this is the birds spoon, and this third spoon must be the young mans,” Baba Yaga said.
This time however the young man managed to remain silent. So Baba Yaga counted the spoons again “This is the cats spoon, and this is the birds spoon, and this third spoon must be the young mans,” Baba Yaga said.
But still the young man remained quite so Baba Yaga counted the spoons a third time: “This is the cats spoon, and this is the birds spoon, and this third spoon must be the young mans,” Baba Yaga said.
The Young man could not stand it any longer so he shouted: “don’t touch my spoon whore.”
Baba Yaga seized the young man, and flew of in her mortar paddling it with a pestle as she swept away her tracks with a broom.
Again the young man called for help, but this time his friends didn’t hear him.
Baba Yaga dragged the young man to her home and put him in a shed then filled the stove with wood.
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“Okay,” her daughter agreed.
She then heated the stove and told the young man to come out of the shed and lay down on the cooking pan. So he laid down on the pan but he had one foot touch the ceiling and one foot touch the floor so she couldn’t get him in the oven.
“No, don’t lay down like that,” she told him.
“How then?” he asked.
So the girl laid down as she wanted him to and the young man seized the tongs and shoved her into the oven and roasted her instead. The young man then went back to the shed to wait for Baba Yaga.
Baba Yaga came running into the house saying that she was going to feast on the young mans bones.
“Feast on your own daughter’s bones,” the young man called out to her.
Realizing that it was indeed her daughter in the oven Baba Yaga cried: “Oh you rascal, you won’t escape.”
The next day she orered her second daughter to roast the young man before going out again.
Baba Yaga’s daughter heated the oven as her elder sister had and then went to get the young man. Once more the young man laid down on the pan with one leg on the ceiling and th other on the floor. Just as before Baba Yaga’s daughter scolded him and he asked how he should lay down. When she showed him he throw her in the oven as well.
Baba Yaga returned singing: “I’m going to feast on the young mans bones, I’m going to feast on the young mans bones.”
“You can feast on your own daughters bones,” the young man called to her.
Yagishna grew furious then.
“You won’t get away,” she told the young man. She then instructed her youngest daughter to roast the young man. But she had no more luck then her elder sisters, and was roasted as well.
Baba Yaga of the Forest grew furious and swore that he would not escape
Baba Yaga heated the oven and then called for the young man to come out.
As before he came out and laid down on the pan, with one leg on the ceiling and the other on the floor.
“That’s not how to do it,” Baba Yaga scolded him.
“Show me then,” he replied.
So Baba Yaga laid down on the pan and the young man shoved her into the oven. He then ran home to his brothers and told them: “That’s what I did with Baba Yaga.”
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