And the Tsarévich looked round, and he saw a path, went on it, trusting God might lead him aright. So he went on and on, and he lost his way in the slumberous forest, and he saw a little izbá 45 in the forest, and in the izbá there lived the Bába Yagá. “I will go in,” thought the Tsarévich, and he went into the izbá .

“Good day, Tsarévich,” said Bába Yagá:

“Is it work on your way,

Or for sloth do you stray?”