Vanya and the Green Knight
The Bone Mother, The Crone That Knits Fate, The Hag, Mother of Dragons
‘Came you free or came you sent?’
‘Free, Yaga Yaginishna’
She clicked her iron nails impatiently and spat. ‘Make your bed above the stove.’
Ба́бушка (гада́ла, да)на́двое сказа́ла( — то ли до́ждик, то ли снег, то ли бу́дет, то ли нет)
Translation: Granny (told fortunes and) said two things (— it will either rain or snow; it either will or will not).
Her appearance differs to her need, so great is her magic, but so far her form has differed only as much as her home dress and her traveling dress. She goes about hunched of back like osteoporosis and annoyed with the stupid world. Her teeth go every which way, most of them sharp, her breath smelling like death and garlic. Her nails all long and yellow and clawlike.
She is small, no more than five foot, with twig thin brown arms and long fingers, a white embroidered shirt with breasts that hang below her waist, voluminous red skirts coming down from it. Her wild, rough mossy grey hair up in a red scarf with bright blue flowers. Her eyes are narrow and black as obsidian.
Bursts flying out of the butya in the yard, out of the swinging double doors, naked and breasts swinging. Bigger than she ever looks inside the hut and her jaw able to hang further as she laughs. Her arms become way too long and her hair all unbound and standing on end.
Baba Yaga’s asides
She talks to herself since there’s usually no other company worth talking to.
Of the North Wind:
“at least he still has any clothes”
“Just in time for dinner, for soup and pie and something sweet. Wash your hands and take off your boots. The old fathers miss the goodwives, but an old sons bread tastes like flour and salt still eh?”
::his own salt::
::he’s a ranger. he wants something.::
::he has come ready, wise man. but wise enough I wonder.::
::there is something of the child and the fool about him, even if he is old enough to polish my knights sword::
Baba Yaga is a cannibalistic hag in Slavic legend. She cooks children, causes storms, and traverses the country with Death at her side. Some say she is a spirit of the forest. Some say she protects the waters of life. She flies through the sky in a mortar and pestle, carrying a club that turns men to stone. Baba Yaga flies through the air in a mortar, using the pestle as a rudder and sweeping away the tracks behind her with a broom made of silver birch. She lives in a log cabin that either moves around on a pair of dancing chicken legs, is surrounded by a palisade with a skull on each pole, or both. The keyhole to her front door is a mouth filled with sharp teeth; the fence outside is made with human bones with skulls on top, often with one pole lacking its skull, leaving space for the hero or heroes. In another legend, the hut does not reveal its door until it is told a magical phrase: “Turn your back to the forest, and your front to me.”
Baba Jaga (also use Ježibaba), Jaga Baba, Баба Яга́ transliterated as Baba Yaga, Baba Yaha, Baba Jaha, Baba Roga, Баба Рога, Baba Cloanţa (roughly translated as “old hag with broken teeth”).
Baba Yaga is the Arch-Crone, Keeper of Wisdom and Death, the Bone Mother. Wild and untamable, she is a nature spirit bringing through death, rebirth. Sometimes called the Old Mother Bony-Shanks. Similar to the mysterious Crone aspect of the Celtic Triplegoddess, and part of the Triad of the Goddess energy of Svarog.
The Severskii Ivan
So far she has had to deal with a very awkward ivan. Konstantine is not a youth before marrying age, he isn’t fat, and he’s got silver bones. Her usual threats of eating and grinding bones had to be amended, and she seems as uncertain as most in just what to deal with this strange snow child of annechka’s:
“You’d better be a good boy. You arent a fat one. Prove useless as you are bony and I’ll” ::his bones are silver…what magery is this:: “melt you down for plates.”
She didn’t recognize him as Konstantine Vyacheslav at first, or even a vyacheslav at all, so changed – scarred, starved, serious with shadowed eyes.