witch’s Revenge I travel a lot around Russia gather our native folklore All the stories published by me, not modified I am pleased to convey to the readers of history with the soul Here is another, which, in my opinion, worthy of your attention I am a frequent visitor in Smolensk, there lives my old friend Olga once last spring I visited with her we Sat mentally talking half the night And in the morning decided to go to her aunt, which I also know well She lives near Smolensk in the village, your home – beauty has Come so far settled, nave heated bathhouse in short, a celebration of the soul and body! Crept evening, the air is crisp, the birds singing had quieted down a little, and only great song of the Nightingale is still bright came from the garden Napara, I tell you, we then to the glory of mint Tea and honey after the bath did the trick, we slept like babies the Night I was awakened Olga, she sat on my bed and was clearly something funky According to her, the window she saw a woman in white dress which tried to look into the house I got out of bed and went to the window, There’s just fog, that’s fine We sat for another half hour, take turns peering out the window, but still the fog, didn’t see anything weird We wanted was to have to go to bed when I heard a distinct knock at the window We jumped, pushing the lace curtains slightly and tried to peer into the fog and what we saw, God forbid to see anyone Running or… I don’t know how to tell what flies in our window, woman Hair long, dishevelled, face without eyes perfectly, some dark circles, but your mouth I remember well – it was something huge and black From the horror of Olga couldn’t make a sound Brought us to a sense of Olga’s aunt, strict as ever the voice saying: “What do you at night do not sleep?!” And pulled the curtain We told her about this Ghost woman, and in response I heard the following story is Very long lived in the neighboring village woman, lived alone, no husband, no kids she didn’t have Her local avoided, witch was called once again by her house went out And then one day she went to the forest for mushrooms the Day it is no, two no, and the third came out of the woods Yes, the little girl Then began to talk, the child to her that the devil was given as time Went on, the girl grew up, Yes, but deaf and dumb girl was once driving down the road, which often was the local rich, and brought down to the death of her mother’s Grief was not the end, she came to the house of a rich man, and he threw her out, almost beat Then she told him through tears: “where my child is, and you have a” time Passed everything became forgotten, and his wife about to give birth was born, was said to peck the earth, and then died that same night the witch caught stuffed a mouth full of earth, tied to horses, dragged dragged, until she died Here and I see her Ghost in these places for more than one century