The Iron-nosed Midwife lived alone in a small house on the edge of the forest. I do not recommend you to go near this little house, but I will tell you about all the wonderful and scary things in this little house.
In the Iron-nosed Midwife's little cottage, a big fire crackles day and night, and the witch cooks all her concoctions in a magic pan over the fire. Tiger's-egg fat, and rat's blood, and all sorts of charming herbs, are mixed together by the Iron-nosed Midwife, and woe to the man-child who tastes this concoction. Such a man's heart shall be more cowardly than a rabbit's, his tongue shall be more smooth and fleshy than a snake's, his spirit more cunning and wicked than a fox's.
Node, fortunately there are many knowledgeable, bearded men among the people and they keep the witches' spells away from the people. That's why even the smallest child nowadays is wary of the witches' tricks. Oh, it's bad for witches nowadays, and if they weren't in close friendship with the devil, their chins would have been worn out from starvation long ago.
But witches do hate bearded scientists. I wonder if you've ever seen a plane proudly flying in the air? Well, this amazing aircraft was built for humans by scientists. I am going to tell you the interesting story of such an aircraft and the Iron-nosed Midwife.
On the thirteenth day of every month, if it falls on a Friday, the witches hold a meeting in an abandoned and crumbling old castle.
This is when the ugliest witches are everywhere. They ride through the air on broomsticks with great jubilation and their hair flapping in the wind.
One dark night, just as the bell was ringing at midnight, our Iron-nosed Midwife took out her broomstick, anointed with tiger's bile, from the corner to ride off to the witches' gathering.
She sat on the broomstick, recited the witches' spell, which no mortal on earth can memorize, and then, oooo, she rose into the air.
He steered his broomstick straight into the clouds, his hair fluttering in the wind, the broomstick rushing with him. Below, on the ground, narrow silver spikes showed where the river flowed, even the tallest houses looked like tiny dots.
The Iron-nosed Midwife first circled in the air, then chose a direction and started off with a great screech towards the old castle ruins where the meeting was being held.
Suddenly he heard a hellish roar. A giant monster with fiery eyes was coming towards him at a great rush through the air. It was none other than the giant monster of the Vienna airplane. Its windows were bright and inside the passengers were peacefully reading by the light and waiting for the plane to arrive at the airport.
Yes, but the Iron-nosed Midwife had never heard of the aeroplane, so this aeroplane, which now came towards her with a great roar and fiery eyes, she took to be the devil himself, or at least a greater witch. And it is well known that the devil and the witches have a strong friendship for each other, and when they meet in the air, they greet each other by rubbing their noses together and shouting:
Hey, broomstick wow, wow, wow!
Become an Iron Nosed Midwife!
Turn into a stone well coffee!
Well, our Iron-nosed Midwife also urged her broomstick to go faster and boldly jumped in front of the speeding plane.
Three times he recited the magic poem with a great whistle:
- The devil be with you, fellow witch!" he shouted, trying to rub his nose against the nose of the plane. Hey, but you know that on the nose of an aeroplane there is a big propeller, spinning faster than the wind, and it cuts off everything it hits with its fast spinning edge.
This is what happened this time. The propeller, whipping faster than the wind, had at that moment cut off the Baba's iron nose. And it is well known that the Iron-nosed Midwife has her magic in her nose.
The Iron-nosed Midwife gave a great shriek and tumbled from her broomstick. He fell, fell, fell, down to the ground, where he was reduced to dust and glow. Not even the mishmash of his body remained.
That's how the Iron-nosed Midwife got her hands on the plane, and since then witches have never dared to show their faces in countries where a humming plane, a gift from scientists, flies overhead.
