The Continued Adventures of Ilya Muromets

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Anyone who has watched the movie "The 13th Warrior" has been given a glimpse of the fusion, the blending, which created the original Russia-- known to us now as Ukraine-- and went on to create the "Rus" which now carries the name of Russia.

The Norsemen in "13th Warrior" were able both to ride horses and to handle ships. As the Russians, Ukrainians, whatever, spread farther east (which for them was like the wild WEST for us), this double skill set served them well, though horseback travel gradually grew MORE important. Becoming aware of the far-traveling Turkic peoples, they were particularly impressed by the Kazakhs of what is now Kazakhstan. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery; equestrian Russians began to call themselves KAZAKI {=Cossacks!}. A comparable instance of emulation occurred in our cowboy days: the Spanish word for a cowboy {vaquero} became "buckaroo," the alternate noun for a cowboy.

Late in the tenth Christian century, the city-state of Kiev {rhyming with "leave," NOT pronounced as "kee-EVV"} was to be the first explicitly Christian state in Russia, Ukraine, whatever!!! But to learn about the number-one villain of our saga, we need to rewind Eastern European history to a time when Christians thereabouts were a scattered minority. Slavic polytheists especially worshiped Perun {similar to Thor} and Yarilo {a fertility god and keeper of nature}. Human sacrifice was practiced, as the above-cited movie illustrated; but it was nowhere near as bad as the Aztecs, because NOBODY was as bad as the Aztecs.

Note that the following scene happens long before Islam became a major threat in Eurasia. Lord Koschei, not yet a super-villain, was an entrepreneur between river-sailing slave traffickers and wagon-using slave traffickers. One of the former, Espen Boat-Pusher, was particularly buddies with Koschei. One conversation between them went as follows:


KOSCHEI: Am I mistaken, or are some of your long-time crewmen missing?

ESPEN: Missing-- and worse than dead. They started listening to some Bulgar priests, who say that someone from long ago called Yessu Kriss wanted us to give up our healthy business. The Bulgars talk about a man called Paulos, a friend of Yessu, who told a man called Philemon that a slave named Onesimus should be treated like a brother from then on.

KOSCHEI (as a man accustomed to hearing diverse names, thus not confused by the list Espen just recited-- but furious at the implications of Paul's Epistle to Philemon): But if a brother, then not a slave, either, except in name only! We need to silence these meddlers!


Koschei, to be brief, sold his soul to the Devil in return for immortality and invulnerability. The God he despised would not permit the reprobate petty aristocrat to be completely indestructible; but in the decades which followed, Koschei caused misleading stories to be told about just how he could be killed. The most popular of the red herrings was the claim that Koschei's life force was contained inside a needle, which was itself carefully hidden, and the needle had to be broken for Koschei to die.

This "Where's-the-kryptonite" plot device will not become important until much later in the saga. In the meantime, even invulnerability wasn't enough to relax the fiend's cowardly heart. In terms of muscular output, he was no stronger than, say, two or three able-bodied men. It followed that five or six mortal warriors, if brave enough, could easily pin him down, wrap him in chains, and bury him alive in a collapsed mineshaft. Being immobilized forever was what the villain feared instead of dying.

So, fairly early in his archvillain career, Koschei opted for proxies. While having nothing against Espen Boat-Pusher, the monster cut ties with him because he might someday be captured and made to reveal something. Espen was allowed to believe that Koschei was ordinary-dead, and Koschei began from zero to build a covert cell-network. This Eurasian quasi-mafia would still be in existence when Ilya Muromets would emerge in Yeltsin-era Russia.


FAST FORWARD!! ---BUT NOT YET ALL THE WAY TO THE 1990'S.
 
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"Yefrosiniya, dorogaya, how is Ilya doing at the grindstone?" So asked the homesteading farmer Ivan Timofeyevich, calling through the door of the izba (cabin) while he rubbed down his hard-working mule.

"He didn't stop with sharpening the spare plowshare, the axe and the knives; he also sharpened the leading edge of your old spade."

When Yefrosiniya poked her head out the door, Ivan quietly beckoned her to his side. "Is he working so hard because he isn't upset about the little brats, or because he is upset about them?" Local Muromian peasant children had mocked the crippled young man the last time he was outside, calling him "tree stump," "no legs" (technically false}, and other insults.

""He's above resenting stupid children," Yefrosiniya assured him. "I'll wager their parents will soon accept my offer." The wife was referring to the fact that fellow peasants were strongly considering accepting her suggestion to barter useful items for Ilya's tool-sharpening talents.

///// A few days after this conversation, a new blacksmith named Maksim Yakovlev, from a different part of the Murom region, came to set up in the village, with his wife Yelena and their eight- year-old boy Samson. Within hours of their arrival, three boys-- three of the brats who had often mocked Ilya Ivanovich-- tried picking a fight with the new boy.

The new boy had been helping his father in the shop since he was five.

The new boy offered no insult to his would-be intimidators.

When the spoiled brats tried to gang up on him, less than half a minute passed before Samson justified the Jewish-derived name he had been given. All three troublemakers, plus one boy's older brother who tried to reinforce the wrong side, had black eyes, mashed ears, and other marks of being taught a needed lesson.

Samson Maksimovich earned an enthusiastic welcome by Ivan and Yefrosiniya, and the crippled Ilya was pleased to acquire a new friend. The stalwart boy had no part in Ilya's eventual miraculous healing by three Eastern Orthodox priests, but he would eventually become one of King Vladimir's warriors. Though not one of the famed Three Bogatyrs, Samson would give his monarch honorable service.


NEXT ACTUAL STORY POST _WILL_ PERTAIN TO ILYA BECOMING ONE OF THE "BIG THREE."
 
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Мне не терпится увидеть, что вы с этим сделаете.
 
( REALLY, IVAN, I MEAN JOHN: AFTER WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER SO LONG, ARE YOU _REALLY_ ADDRESSING ME WITH A FORMAL PRONOUN?)

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A MODEST INSERT OF BACK STORY:

Many generations before Ilya's birth, King Rurik of the Varangians brought his warriors and entourage south from Sweden, though not as far down as Kiev. Rurik (whose name is related to the term "Rus") did share the Orthodox Christian faith later championed by King Vladimir the Bright Sun in Kiev. Rurik settled at Novgorod, which would later become a holdout of autonomy against the rule of the Tatar-Mongols.


The generation of the great Bogatyri would regard Rurik as an honored role model.
 
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There are, of course, multiple versions of the tale of how Ilya Ivanovich became Sir Ilya Muromets. Naturally, the Soviet cinema, despite having no problem with magical monsters, wanted no part of >GOD< getting glory for curing the cripple. Instead, the movie showed a herbalist doing the job. I, however, have invited the Triune God back into my extension of the saga.

ASSUME THAT YOUNG SAMSON HAS A WORTHY CAREER, SOMETIMES TRAVELING WITH ILYA. I NEED TO GIVE SOME ONSTAGE TIME TO THE BEST-KNOWN >OTHER< KNIGHTS WHO DEFENDED THE FIRST OFFICIALLY CHRISTIAN CITY-STATE IN KIEVAN RUSSIA.

))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) First will be my version of what Sir Dobryna reputedly
did to gain fame .....which now drops us into CHAPTER 0NE.


"Have I heard correctly that your trade runners obtained reptiles hatched in warmer lands?" asked Koschei's friend Espen Boat-Pusher.

Ashilrak was the headman of a village far enough south not to worry about non-Christianized river-cruising Vikings; and as competent archers his people could fend off raids by racially similar, similarly equipped enemies. They were, accordingly, secure enough to conduct trade on southern routes. Three sub-adult crocodiles had been transported from a distance adequate to involve half a dozen custody changes. Ashilrak told Espen: "We never figured to keep them here; the dry terrain here isn't healthy for them to live and breed. If you buy them, you'll find that they're halfway tame, so if they regard you as the next friendly man, you can get them to do crocodile-things for your benefit."

RELEVANT HISTORICAL SIDEBAR:


Many of the people south of Ashilrak's town were Khazars. This tribe has its own story; note that Islam had come into existence generations before Ilya Muromets' father was born. Representatives of Islam, Christianity and Judaism came before the King of Khazaria, each hoping to convert him.

The King interviewed the emissaries separately, not allowing any of them to know how it would proceed. First he summoned the Muslim, and said to him: "If you knew I would not choose your faith, but you could select which of the other two I would accept, whom would you vote for?" The imam said, "Accept the Jew." The Christian was questioned the same way, and also endorsed the rabbi. Then the imam and the priest were dismissed; and Khazaria became a nation of Jewish converts with Middle Eastern blood.

Modern Israel-bashers, wanting to appear heroic by vilifying people who wouldn't kill them for it, use ethnicity to justify claiming that Hamas thugs are justified. The haters of Jews claim that modern Israelis have less claim to the Holy Land than jihadists have. But back in Exodus, the freed slaves who accompanied Moses included non-Shemites.

The lesson ends here. Back to the superhuman plainsmen who became defenders of sort-of-Ukraine. Especially Dobrynya Nikitich.



Espen did succeed in befriending the crocodiles, and brought them upriver to where an Orthodox church had been established. Dobrynya was there to receive the Eucharist. His intended stay to chat with the non-celibate priest was interrupted by shouts and cries from riverward. The clearest exclamation was about "a three-headed dragon." Dobrinya looked outside: three crocodiles were advancing close together, close enough that peasants who had never heard of crocodiles could mistake them for one creature having three heads.


"Stay back, Father Kostya! Your incense won't stop them: not because our God is weak, but because those animals are animals, not demons, they are part of the natural creation. You can pray against any magic that may be involved here."

On the run, the already-seasoned warrior (he would not expose his horse to this terror) hefted his battleaxe in his left hand, and his broadsword in his right hand. The reptile on his right pulled ahead of the others, which decided Dobrynya's first move for him. Not an overhand swing, but a low thrust, sent the sword straight into the open mouth. Not waiting for the other two crocodiles to turn upon him, the bogatyr dashed forward alongside his first kill, then jumped over the dying brute. This gave him one more instant of having only one crocodile able to attack him; he used the tiny interval to break its spinal column at the shoulder. Reptiles being smarter than most humans think, the last quasi-dragon tried to anticipate Dobrynya's pattern, swerving to where the tall man's motion should have led.

Dobrynya, however, evaded-- and cut the last crocodile's head entirely off. Espen and his crew bravely ran away, away.

Father Kostya {no connection to the similar-named Koschei} did understand the normal-world nature of the crocodiles, but there was no stopping the peasants from telling others that Sir Dobrynya had killed a three-headed dragon.




The great exploit of Alyosha Popovich involved no magic, but it did involve the inventiveness of the medieval Chinese people.

A scoundrel by the name of Tugarin had studied the Chinese invention of enormous kites, and had gone them one better. He invented what later generations would call a hang glider. Closer to Kiev than the fake-dragon incident had been, Tugarin shot arrows at random targets, killing enough people that steppe riders who admired him would rally to him.

When Sir Alyosha caught sight of the soaring enemy, it was bad luck that he had no missile weapons at hand. But he had his faith..... and he prayed for divine intervention. God's answer came in the form.... of rain. The fabric of the kite, soon soaked, gave way; the framework tore open, and Tugarin fell to his ignominious death.

While he was the "middle child" of the Three Bogatyrs, Ilya Ivanovich Muromets would be the last one to score his legendary exploit.




The Bulgarian priests who had successfully prayed for Ilya's healing, also prayed for God to guide his actions. They discussed with his parents how much work they needed him to complete before he took to the steppes. This being settled, there was consideration of the best overland route to Kiev. Next came explicit consideration of what in fact he would be doing.

The eldest priest eventually told the former paraplegic: "You hope to serve Christian Rus by serving King Vladimir. This desire is worthy; I only add that your first opportunity may spring up days before you see the great river. Hold fast to your purpose, and you will justify the favor God has bestowed on you. Then, live or die, you will have upheld the honor of the Bogatyri."

No riding beast could be spared for the newly anointed hero, nor did he need one when he now had the stamina to outmarch any horse or donkey. After saying his farewells to loved ones, Ilya Ivanovich took bread and water, armed himself with a bow and an axe, accepted the prayers of priests and family, and strode away in hopes of meeting Dobrinya Nikitich.


 
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CHAPTER TWO

On his second morning of trekking, Ilya cut himself a suitable sapling. Durable though he was, there was something to be said for a walking stick. It would be inefficient to march with his weapons in his direct grasp; carrying the bow would hinder getting the axe into play, and vice versa. While the weapons hung in place, he could handle the staff with an unimpeded range of movement, using either arm as suited him.

During afternoon of the same day, he spotted old hoofprints converging on his route from either side. It appeared that each rider had ridden alone, separated in time from others, though all seemed intent on one destination.

The next day, he saw vultures and crows orbiting above a location straight ahead: a point he could reach before dusk if he so chose-- but it would mean arriving somewhat fatigued, as opposed to sleeping for the night while still at a careful distance. Well aware that, when caution did not mean failing in duty, practicing caution was merely good sense, Ilya picked a spot for sleep where he would not easily be detected-- even by carrion birds.



No mishap occurred in the night. After a breakfast of lately-picked mushrooms (everybody in the region could easily distinguish poisonous toadstools from safely- edible mushrooms), and after adopting the dog-like precaution of relieving himself where droppings would not be readily noticed, Ilya pressed forth, axe in his right hand and staff in his left.

Before day's end, a terrain feature emerged from the sea of grass. It had to have been designed on purpose, but there was no sign of anyone using it regularly for anything.

The grass had been mown by somebody, creating the likeness of a foyer. Central to this was a boulder, its top even with Ilya's collarbone. Left and right two side paths angled away, back into the high growth. Four sidelong steps revealed that a middle path ran straight into the prairie-maze in the same direction he had been going. I don't need to be a priest, a lord or a scholar to understand that somebody wanted this to rouse curiosity. So, let's see if that inscription sheds any light.

The fledgling bogatyr's literacy was just good enough that he didn't give up trying to understand the chiseled words.

"IF YOU CHOOSE THE RIGHT-HAND PATH, YOU WILL FIND GREAT WEALTH. IF YOU CHOOSE THE LEFT-HAND PATH, YOU WILL FIND TRUE LOVE. IF YOU CONTINUE STRAIGHT FORWARD, YOU WILL FIND ONLY DEATH."

Ilya drew himself up. I have my own choice to make. I'm not yet a proven warrior, and I don't know if anyone is actively watching the arrival points of the paths. Either of two options could be the better as I go in. If I keep my axe at the ready, I'll be able to fight anyone who springs into sight at close range to attack me. If I keep my bow ready with an arrow nocked, I'll be able to react to any foe whom I can spot farther off.


His hands being skillful from years of using them at craft work, Ilya opted to grasp both weapons, while temporarily discarding the staff. Now his right thumb and index finger held an arrow at the string, the other three fingers held the axe, and his left hand held the bowstave. During his disabled years, his ears had brought more news to him than his eyes had opportunity to gather. The experience of helplessness had given direction to his new strength. If his ears discovered what seemed a hurried onset, he would ready the axe to intercept an attack. If his ears tracked a flanking move, he might utter a challenge, or he might make the snap decision to shoot.

It was an exercise in tactics for the novice bogatyr-- but nobody attacked. So, back to walking. He would take the allegedly deadly center path. I will not leave it to someone else to deal with whoever might be planning to waylay other travelers. Straight ahead, therefore, axe at his belt while bow and arrows were made ready. A moment later, his weapon-priority choice was proven right when a piercing voice reached him from directly ahead:

"I am Solovei-Razboynik, ("The Nightingale Bandit") and I relish killing weak fools who approach expecting to find what they desire. But still more do I enjoy slaying heroes who dare to imagine that so-called right can prevail against my invincible might. And above ALL do I relish destroying servants of the detestable Vladimir Svyatoslavovich, who gathers Christians to him in defiance of the eternal darkness! Therefore, presumptuous bogatyr, come to me and receive your death!!"
 
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The mocking voice gave way to a horribly shrill whistling. This did carry a melody of sorts, but the pain stabbing the hero's ears nullified any musical beauty the Nightingale Bandit might be generating.

The saying "He who hesitates is lost" was not universally known in early-medieval Russia; but Ilya was living it in his own here-and-now. An unnaturally localized gale-force wind was coming at him from the same spot where the taunting words had originated. He instinctively judged that he would not be able to drive an arrow, nor fling his axe, on a correct flight path against the weaponized airflow. Instead, he released them, and staggered away with the demon-wind, as if tottering down a steep slope of ground.

His most expendable piece of gear had just become the most useful. Retrieving the staff at the cost of three awkward somersaults, he made it his alpenstock, so as to climb back in the upwind direction which was now up-hill besides. He couldn't tell whether the musical ogre knew he had regained his feet; the screechy singing was unchanged in volume or tone.

Amid the racket, words of a sort leaked through: something about "I cannot be defeated or thwarted; of course you will struggle, but you have no chance; Lord Koschei avoids me because I am unbeatable, you fight for a crown but I am above all crowns, after I devour your flesh raw I will skin your family alive, you are doomed to a desperate death....." When the elemental goblin's face became visible, it was not strictly birdlike; but a long nose and a receding chin were enough, when combined with strongly clawed fingers, was enough (despite the absence of wings) to produce an avian appearance.

It would have helped if my staff were a shepherd's crook! But God gave me strength, AND a sense of timing---

Solovei-Razboinik was able to hold his notes for a long time; but he was not so magical as never to need to inhale. The instant the monster gulped in a breath, Ilya had a moment in which to decide his attack. He had been inclined to thrust his weapon forward into the grotesque face; but now he could and did use a round-arm swing against the ogre's left ear. A tight follow-up stroke, against the same side higher up, stunned Solovei- Razboinik. Good, now I'll use my spare bowstring to tie his wrists together. When he awakens, I'll make him understand that he is to be held accountable for his crimes. But King Vladimir will be his judge.




,The trip toward Kiev was humiliating for the Nightingale Bandit. Not only did he ride slung over Ilya's broad shoulders; not only was Ilya tireless, only halting to let both of them answer nature; not only did the monster only get a short ration of water, no food; not only was his every attempt to escape instantly punished by slamming fists; but with time, peasants and small-game hunters began turning up to see the captured serial murderer.

One young man, equipped similarly to Ilya, introduced himself as Vasily Tasyomkin. "I'm not made to be a knight, but I hope to serve the King of Kiev as an archer. I've heard of you. and of this ugly brute. Many of us on the steppes were glad that Solovei wasn't in the habit of wandering far from his lair."

Some animation returned to the grotesque semi-human. He tried to snarl a threat or an insult, but Ilya closed a hard hand in the evildoer's hair. "Shut your beak, vile thing! I am letting you live so the people of Rus can see that the menace in that rocky nest is vanquished-- and in the hope that the faith of Khristos can save your soul from eternal condemnation."

"I don't think he has a soul," Vasily declared.


"But he must have the power of choice! Without it, he could not be good or evil. If he chooses to repent, God will make sure that he has a soul to do the repenting. If he doesn't choose to repent-- well I can't say. But I do know that God wouldn't want anyone to be lost who could have been saved."



CHAPTER THREE

Samson Maksimovich was among the warriors currently stationed on the walls of Kiev; and since he knew Ilya personally, it was he who shouted the identification to everyone else. King Vladimir strode for the Great Gate, and was first to step out when the portcullis was raised. His voice was as hearty and strong as the voices of any of his knights. As good a horseman as any of the Bogatyri, he nonetheless advanced on foot, lest Solovei Raboinik cause a horse to panic and throw him. Two veterans of the same archery brigade which Vasily Tasyomkin desired to join. Presently they fanned out left and right, giving themselves shooting angles from which, at need, they could shoot the goblin without hitting each other, Ilya or Vasily.

At a sign from Ilya, Vasily grasped the hair on the back of Solovei's head and forced him into a prostrate position. This done, he backed away, so as not to loiter downrange of the other men's impressive double-curved bows. Ilya then bowed low to his monarch.


"Most Christian overlord of Kiev and of its dependencies, may all your foes be rebuked and brought low, as the detestable Nightingale Bandit now is! I am Ilya Ivanovich, native to the region of Murom. Almighty God was pleased to grant me victory over this creature. You will have heard enough about him to realize that he is worthy of a hundred deaths; but if you devise a way for him to have a chance of eternal salvation, Vasily and I shall play any role in the matter that you command."

Vladimir drew his own sword and brought it within an arm's length of Solovei's angular face. "FouI monster, hear my judgment. Until you either embrace the mercy of the Savior, or die stubbornly cursing Him, you shall perform hard labor with your ankles chained."

Some of the onlooking guards, officials and civilians murmured among themselves. "He must be a brigand, or these warriors would not have bound him." "But why don't they just behead him and be done?" "Could this all be a charade?" "Where is the proof that any recent deaths were his doing?" "As for that, what proof is there that the prisoner has magic powers besides being ugly?"

Solovei liked the direction this was going. Finding the strength to act when Ilya seemed distracted by the crowd, the misshapen brute shook loose-- and unleashed a cry even louder than what he had used against Ilya.
 
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The former invalid enjoyed much greater bodily might than the Christianizer of Rus, but Vladimir Svytoslavovich possessed immeasurably more experience and martial instinct than Ilya had had time to accumulate. Vladimir dropped his sword and drew his kinzhal dagger for close quarters. Ilya and Vasily, the immediate targets, were knocked off balance by the renewed noise attack. The king wounded Solovei sufficiently to make him quit shrilling for several heartbeats; but an instant later, Samson and the other soldiers were doing their duty, pulling their sovereign to the rear.

Vasily managed a glancing stroke of his axe to the inhuman robber's right shoulder blade. Solovei-Razboinik replied with a devastating backhand swat, then redoubled his noise till Kievans on the ramparts were clutching their heads. losing their footing in the swelling gale wind..

No human voice could be heard now; but if lip-reading had been a known skill in Kiev, watchful eyes might have made out Ilya's words of doom, as he retrieved both Vasily's axe and his own.


"I GAVE YOU A FAIR CHANCE! YOU SHALL NEVER HARM ANOTHER HUMAN SOUL!" .........and witnesses regaining their feet now averted their eyes, as the just wrath of God was carried out by His representative. The dismembered, crushed and mutilated former dealer of death was on his way to the place which Russians identified with a place-name derived from Greek "Hades."



For a welcome surprise after the emergency, the same Bulgarian clerics who had healed Ilya of his paraplegic state turned up now, to treat everyone who had suffered any harm in the brief emergency. Their prayers, accompanied by extemporaneous recitations from the Greek New Testament (whose translation into Russian had not yet become uniformly available), gave color to the fairly simple ceremony of knighting Ilya Ivanovich Muromets. Of course, there were many Ilyas in the Murom region, but only one "Ilya of Murom" had earned a place in the druzhina which served King Vladimir.

Dobrynya Nikitich would not be available to congratulate his new battle-brother until some time in late autumn. The eldest bogatyr was overseeing security for the Russian merchant ships that sailed north along the Volga toward the Baltic Sea. The main cargo of these oar-and-sail galleys consisted of leather and furs: the same inventory which would later generate revenue for the Hanseatic League, when that transnational business got started. In a future generation, the legendary bard Sadko of Novgorod would become a Hanseatic businessman; but he has no part in this tale.


Alyosha Popovich returned to Kiev much sooner. He had lost only four men in action: mercifully low casualties for having campaigned against the Turk- related Pechenegs. It had helped matters that the Pechenegs had heard about the young knight's victory over Tugarin. Those vicious horsemen had failed to plunder the gallant Khazarian Jews farther east, therefore had sought easier prey among the Magyars, who were destined to build the nation of Hungary. Several Magyar families arrived with Alyosha's brigade of cavalry and mounted infantry.

Sir Dobrynya assumed the business of debriefing the successful troops. Sir Alyosha brought a distinguished personage to meet King Vladimir.


"My liege Bright Sun, I present Lord Gaspar Vinzenz, a member of the city council in Veshprem." The visiting nobleman bowed low, then said his piece.

"Most noble son of King Svyatoslav! Out on the prairies, messengers riding relay trails can bear news across thousands of leagues-- if no one waylays them. I don't know for certain, but I believe that even the remote Yakuts have gained some knowledge about your Bogatyri."

While Vladimir and Gaspar laid groundwork for international cooperation, Alyosha seized the opportunity to make Ilya's acquaintance.
 
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WE INTERRUPT THIS COOL STORY by my other self, to insert an also-cool footnote about variation in fairy tales. My observation will, very incidentally, provide a TEENY bit of justification to Rachel Zegler's Snow White movie. Not even to the treatment of the lead character. It's about WHOM there were seven OF.

During production of the revisionist movie, there was talk of the heroine meeting "seven magical creatures." Here's the point. AT LEAST ONE very old variant of the story DID give the heroine seven protectors who WEREN'T dwarfs. These good guys were full-sized men; they were medieval Russians like Ilya Muromets; and--if not at his level of Herculean might-- were still honorable, capable, virtuous warriors. The Russian book I saw even called them Bogatyrs.

These Russian gentlemen, being regular size AND unattached, all fell in love with-- I think Snow White's Russian name MIGHT have been SNEGUROCHKA, literally "Snow Maiden"-- and all felt a pure-hearted, unselfish desire to marry her. None of them got the chance; the Russian prince (not sure now of his name) was her destined spouse; but it's perfectly reasonable to assume that the royal newlyweds could and did introduce the medieval magnificent seven to seven highly eligible dyevushki (maidens) who would be more than glad to have them-- and who never would call them stalkers.

THIS CONCLUDES THE FOOTNOTE.
 
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CHAPTER FOUR


Ilya, with many other Kievan warriors, took interest in everything Lord Gaspar could relate about horse-archery tactics on the eastern grasslands.

Eventually, one Kievan foot soldier gestured toward Ilya while asking the Hungarian: "This champion has never engaged in combat while mounted. Would you please give him some advice about cavalry actions?" A seco nd infantryman ventured his own question: "As for that, which is more important for Ilya Ivanovich: the choice of weapons, or of armor if any?"

Gaspar looked at Ilya while replying to the Russian warriors. "I think weapons. For most likely situations in his near future, I believe that he'll have time to decide between mounting up and moving clear of the horse, even shooing it back away from danger. Comparing weapons with weapons, the bow is probably the only one he wouldn't handle as well on horseback."

Soon the lot of them adjourned to dining benches made of aspen and spruce, to consume beef, goose, rye bread, greens and beer.

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Contrary to 21st-century movie writers, the name "Baba Yaga" refers to a FEMALE witch, who dwelt in a sort of mobile home. (Look it up.) Sometimes Baba Yaga is depicted as only one individual witch, but other stories use this as a generic description, which might apply to more than one woman.

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NOTE TO SELF: SINCE 20TH-CENTURY CHARACTER FYODOR IS SUPPOSED TO BE PART YAKUT, THIS PREQUEL WILL SORT OF SET THAT UP.

Dialogue including Gaspar can be made to reach into THE-WORLD-IS -ROUND territory, Dialog lines will do name-and-colon.

_SUNG_ is the Chinese dynasty in power during Vladimir's lifetime. No scenes will _happen_ in China, but references to Chinese ocean exploration will be part of the exposition. Stuff like if the world is round why don't we fall off;

---- Must remember that, in the already-existing graphic novel, I had Fyodor show Ilya a globe.

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