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Сказка про Бабу Ягу, кота Алексея и русский дух

Проверяю курсовые. Предложила студентам на выбор литературный анализ или творческое задание, которое тоже должно сопровождаться литературным анализом. Среди прочего мне была предложена баллада про очень близкую дружду русалки и Василисы Поповны, кроссдрессера и фаворита моих студентов. Мило. Но круче всего сказка, написанная студентом-китайцем с факультета биологии. Про Бабу Ягу и ее фамилиара Алексея, кошку породы русская голубая. Там присутствует эпизод, когда Баба Яга, собираясь в кабак, брызгается парфюмом "Русский дух," чтобы закосить под инсайдера. Вот как прочитала я про эти духи, так и поняла, что студенты однозначно достигли дзена.

Хороший был курс. Жаль, что закончился.

Апдейт: По просьбам трудящихся выкладываю сказку. Разрешение автора получено. Впервые автор ознакомился с русским фольклором (да и вообще с фольклором как таковым) месяц назад, так что не судите строго.

William Lo, "The Witch and her Russian Blue"

Come here child and sit on the oven here next to me where it is warm. Let me tell you a story of a young witch and how she met her faithful cat familiar. At the edge of the forest, near a flowing river, there stood a house alone on its two feet. Inside this house lived a young and beautiful witch. When the sun was up, her long curly silver hair would shimmer like the scales of the fish in the river. She passed the time like any good witch would: brewing potions, practicing magic, and summoning spirits to do her bidding. However, one day as she flew about on her mortar and pestle, she spied a child playing with her puppy out in the fields, and so she thought to herself, "How nice it would be to have another to share my joys and interests with, perhaps I shall take advantage of my current youth and see if I can attract an individual worth my attention." With a plan in mind she flew off back to her house and started her preparations.

The next day, the young witch braided her hair like that of a village girl, and then covered her hair with a cloth to keep others from noticing its shimmer. Then as a final touch she popped open a potion bottle of "Russian scent" and applied it to herself like perfume. With one look back at her house and three stomps of her foot, she commanded the house to turn around. Content with her disguise, and her home nice and secure, she headed towards the nearest village. At the village tavern, she sat in the corner, and with a few waves of her hand she had the tavern drunks talking about how there is a rumor of a beautiful maiden who is captive to a powerful witch at the edge of the forest, where the river runs. By the end of the night, the rumor had spread like wildfire, and the whole village was talking about it. Satisfied with the results, the young witch left for home to await the fruition of her plan.

A day or two had passed before the first visitor had arrived to confirm the rumor which had spread throughout the land. The young witch took notice of the visitor when he approached her near the river, doing the laundry. He came up to her astride a steed with light armor, the witch guessed that perhaps this one was a soldier the way he was dressed. The soldier looked strong and able, and the witch thought about how nice it would be to have some help with all the things she needed done this day. The soldier dismounted his horse and said, "Oh lovely maiden with fair hair, I shall take you away from here."

The witch replied, "If you want to take me away from here, first help me finish the chores that the witch has given to me. Otherwise I cannot leave."

"Why? We can just leave now while the wretched witch is not here."

"I really do not appreciate being called wretched."

"Excuse m...bigawk?" And the soldier then became a chicken. The witch was rather thankful that she did not have to leave this day to find the ingredients for her favourite chicken soup.

Another few days had passed before the second visitor had arrived. The second visitor came elegantly dressed, astride a steed as well. Gold trimmings lined every piece of clothing the visitor wore, along with multiple rings and accessories. The witch took notice of his approach as she was chopping wood that she needed for the fire in the oven. By the looks of it, the witch guessed, this one was one of nobility. The nobleman also looked strong and able, and the witch thought about how nice it would be if she could take a break from chopping all this wood herself. The visitor dismounted his steed and said, "Oh lovely maiden with fair hair, I shall take you away from here."

The witch replied, "If you want to take me away from here, first help me finish the chores that the witch has given to me. Otherwise I cannot leave."

"Why? If we leave now, there is no need to do any such chores for that hag of a witch."

"Ugh, was there really a need to call me a hag?"

"Excuse m...bigawk?" And the nobleman became a chicken. The witch then thought that roasted chicken definitely sounded much better than roasted fish, at least this saved her the time of having to catch dinner.

The next day it became clear to the witch that perhaps she needed a change in her plans of finding companionship, and so she went about seeing what herbs and ingredients she had left for potion brewing. In the middle of counting her herbs, the witch then heard a slight scratch at the door and a slight meow. She opened the door to find an elegant looking cat with slightly blue-grey fur, and sharp emerald eyes. As soon as she opened the door the cat meowed, "Oh lovely witch with fair hair, allow this poor cat some milk and it shall help you with your chores."

The witch replied, "My oh my, what a lovely russian blue you are. I shall allow you some milk, but pray tell what shall I call you?"

"You can call me Alexei oh fair witch."

With a smile the witch set a bowl of milk down for the cat, as she continued onto sorting her supplies of herbs and ingredients. She turned back to where the cat was drinking its milk, and found that it was no longer anywhere to be found, all that was left was an empty bowl licked clean. When night fell, the witch heard a scratching at the door and a meow, she opened the door to find the same russian blue at her door with a large bundle of herbs and ingredients that she needed to restock.

"It seems you were out all day gathering these, are you hungry Alexei?" said the witch as she bent down to scratch the back of his ears.

"Yes I am," meowed the cat.

"Would you like some chicken? I caught one just today out in the field."

"I would like that very much," said the cat as he walked into the house with her.

From then on it was known throughout the land that at the edge of the forest, where the river flows, in the house with two feet, lives a witch and her loyal Russian blue. Did you enjoy that story my child? Good, are you hungry as well? Well then go tell Alexei to go fetch us a chicken and Mama Yaga will cook us something delicious.

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