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"THE MORNING IS WISER THAN THE EVENING"
Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom.
She rode up to the gate and stopping, said:

- Little House, little House, stand the way thy mother placed thee; turn thy back to the forest and thy face to me!

And the little hut turned facing her and stood still. Then smelling all around her, she cried:

- Foo! Foo! I smell a smell that is Russian. Who is here?
Vasilisa the Beautiful - Wheeler, Post. Russian Wonder Tales. New York: The Century Company, 1912.

Description
"THE MORNING IS WISER THAN THE EVENING"
Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom.
She rode up to the gate and stopping, said:

- Little House, little House, stand the way thy mother placed thee; turn thy back to the forest and thy face to me!

And the little hut turned facing her and stood still. Then smelling all around her, she cried:

- Foo! Foo! I smell a smell that is Russian. Who is here?
Vasilisa the Beautiful - Wheeler, Post. Russian Wonder Tales. New York: The Century Company, 1912.