By his first wife, a merchant had a single daughter, who was known as Vasilisa the Beautiful. When the girl was eight years old, her mother died. On her deathbed, she gave Vasilisa a tiny wooden doll with instructions to give it a little to eat and a little to drink if she were in need, and then it would help her.
Baba Yaga is a supernatural being who appears as a deformed and/or ferocious-looking woman. Baba Yaga flies around in a mortar, wields a pestle, and dwells deep in the forest in a hut usually described as standing on chicken legs (or sometimes a single chicken leg).
It sways lightly, willow leaves rustling as the house creaks. The single chicken foot taps its claws on the ground, clack-clack-clack-clack. It bends, and the front door lowers towards you. You’ve reached Baba Yaga’s hut.
Designs for Baba Yaga’s abode! It hops. Can you imagine how alarming it would be to be inside it when it moves?
Baba Yaga goes up to the counter and orders a flaming hot jasmine tea. She forces the barista to sort the coffee beans behind the counter on penalty of death. On an unrelated note, the barista later marries the tsar.
Wow, I love this style of illustration! Reminds me of Alfonso Mucha only with a folkloric twist. The guy’s name is Ivan Yakovlevich Bilibin (1876-1942). “Throughout his career, he was inspired by Slavic folklore.”
Vasilisa with her face smeared with dirt and blood and her hair messy, but still every inch as beautiful as she ever was in the tales of old. She wandered the earth alone before she was taken in by a camp who forced her to find supplies and technology for them. She had no choice but to accept this mission, and venture into the world, passing through white nuclear wasteland, red burning cities and a black forest so dark and thick, you cannot see the sky.
Photos of the Vasilisa book finally! Taking pictures of this was really hard. Also I still have a blister on my finger from cutting all of these pages, and I finished like 2 weeks ago. But it turned out great so whatever. :>