Time passes and Vasalisa’s father remarries. (In one version it is like this, in another Vasalisa is sent to live with a woman and her two daughters.)
Any-which-way, Vasalisa gains a new Mother figure, with the bonus feature of two step sisters!
These three overshadow her, letting her know that she is nothing, nobody, squat, nil, zip. (You get the
picture!) Vasalisa works hard. She has her Doll for company and a house in which to dwell. No mind the torment from the three wicked women. She attends to the daily tasks and gives attention and nourishment to the Doll.
One day the fire is allowed to go out. Aiee!!! No fire, means no warmth or food. The Step Mother looks at
Vasalisa, giving her what for, for letting the fire go out. It matters not who actually did it, it is Vasalisa’s fault and it is she who must remedy the situation. “You must go into the forest and find Baba Yaga and ask for a coal, so that we can start the fire.” Vasalisa, a naïve young maiden has no choice. She must go out into the world and seek out Baba Yaga.
End of scene 2.
This part of the story makes me smile. The Step Mother is a wicked character, one who is ever present in the modern soap opera. She is the woman that we all love to hate. The Step Mother and Sisters represent that dark part of us that is the inner critic. It taunts us with negative messages, “You can’t do that. You’re not good for anything.” Stepping in just when we were working well without the Too Good Mother, they are a shadow in our background. Something dramatic has to happen, AGAIN, to get us moving toward the woman we are destined to be. So off we hop, on a journey into the frightening and UNKNOWN.
In creating this image I felt quite at ease. I was happy to be able to begin to play with symbolic elements, (like the shadow and the kitchen scene), and to also get to know Vasalisa a little better. Her bearing at this stage is that of an introvert, quietly going about her business, looking after her Doll and not creating a fuss. I kept Vasalisa ‘girl like’ on purpose, symbolizing that she is young, a maiden, and ripe for learning lessons. I think we can all feel like this whenever we embark on something new.
If this is your first visit to my blog, please take a look at the previous two posts to catch up on the start of the tale. Jade.