Time has passed and Vasalisa’s family had given her up for dead. They believed that Baba Yaga was too hungry or too cruel, or that Vasalisa was too dim to have survived.
But lo! Back into the house Vasalisa strides, the lit skull aloft, hair and apron askew, a strong and confident woman. The step-family were ever so pleased to see her. “Oh Vasalisa, there was no fire, we were so cold, so hungry, we were dying.” Without Vasalisa being present, the Step Mother and Sisters had no way to
Vasalisa sets the skull down, into a perfect little grotto in the wall. From there the skull seems to watch the Step-family, observing their calculated actions. By and by the light from the skull becomes an intense heat, and burns them into a tiny, black dit. THE END.
What a fitting finale to this wickedly good tale. Vasalisa, strong and confident, with her psychic domestic skills and glowing fire, recasts her own shadow. Not the shadow that others have designed or thought of for her, her own true shadow, one that represents who she really is. The skull, holding the ember, is given a special space, from where Vasalisa will continue to observe it. The power contained within this symbolic
skull assists Vasalisa in determining what is right for her life, and what she is better off without.
And that Doll? No mention of her in this last chapter. I believe that you would find her where all treasured dolls live out their days, forever propped against the pillows on Vasalisa’s bed!
THANK YOU for going on this journey with me, while I retell the Vasalisa story with my own words and images. I think story telling is one thing I won't give up. What to retell next....