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Like I heard a fairy tale.

In the old years, there was a husband and wife. And they grew up with daughter's daughter. All the girl's got, and she's tall, and she's dorodstvom and ugožestvom.

Looking at her, people rejoiced: with all the girl friendly, affectionate, courteous. Everyone was in a hurry to help.

But here's the bad news. The girl's mother died.

It was a long time ago, a father married to vdovice. And vdovica brought her daughter to the house. And there were four of them.

An Orphan to live a unhappy, and the worse it gets worse.

Her own daughter is nežila, building, and step hated from day one.

With an orphaned orphan, she got up, crying in tears until midnight. And the spinning, and the loomed, and the water, and the firewood and the cows.

And the evil woman only pokrikivala:

– you rascal! I got my head!

I discovered the father of the chest once, that his first wife stayed. And in the chest and dušegreâ, the fur of the otoročennaâ, and the kokoshnik, the pearls unizannyj, and the polusapožki cuir, and the perstenek gold with the rock expensive, and the odëža

We'll split it equally, and our daughters will have a dowry.

And the jealous stepmother with her daughter held the black duma.

– Ékoe wealth is divided into two shares – stepmother's stepmother. We'll find our son, too. You're not marrying a man. Don't fuck!

It's been a while since that conversation, and the girls are coming along. And his father told them,

– well, which one of you will bring more berries, the dowry is a little more.

There are girls in the woods, Aukaûtsâ, berries. And as a zavečerelo, they converged on the clearing. LOOKED MAČEHINA DAUGHTER – FATHER BENNETT! Her daughter's basket is full and she has nothing but a bottom! There's a once speech, not sharing a dowry for two shares…

And the way they went through the swamp, the grabbed daughter of a half-sister had a basket of berries and pushed her with the Girdle-perches in the bottomless.

– I'm drowning, sister-in-law, sweet girl.

– I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this topi. All my dowry is for me! She yelled at her daughter.

Moved through the swamp and ran home. Dear Peresypala in her body, the berries are clean, large, one to one, and the half-sister's basket buried in moss.

– good girl, my ass! I met her mother. Look, old man, how many berries my daughter gained!

– why didn't you come? The Father asked.

– we broke up with her. – she said, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but no one answered me.

– where is she, my daughter? Fell asleep somewhere, never heard you! She laughed.

The night passed, and the night passed.

The old man rose early in the morning.

– we have to go look for him. – he says it's bad.

Got the neighbors. Let's go to the woods. And a babina daughter with them.

– right here, he says, we split up and we never saw each other again.

We went to the night before the evening, and then they turned back.

Summer's running out. They're walking on those trails, old-Timer. Set foot in the perch, and there's a herbal pipe on the ground. You cut the old man's ear, you went to your lips, and then you blew it.

– play and play, Grandpa.

Play and play.

We were two consolidated,

And here I am.

For the red berries

Yes for matuškino dowry

Drowned in the swamp!

And here comes an old man in the middle of the night to the village that wandered into the very last night of the night, where the orphan girl is lost.

After dinner, the old man said:

– I took a shortcut near your village. It's so funny, she sings. Take this, Master, blow on that flute!

It was just a blow from the master in flute.

– play and play, Grandpa.

Play and play.

We were two consolidated,

And here I am.

For the red berries

Yes for matuškino dowry

Drowned in the swamp!

The old man changed. Handed handed stepdaughter:

– why don't you play?

Only she flute to lips like playing, sings doodle:

– play, play, sister.

Play, play, lihodejka,

Play, play, here!

You killed me,

Drowned in the moors,

For the red berries

Yes for matuškino dowry

You ruined my life!

He went after his father. A girl with a lihodejku and a mother, a wicked woman, tied up, held guard.

And the father with the understood and the old man went to the swamp. Look, look and soon got the girl out. Quiet her, obrâdili. She opened her eyes.

– Oh, how long did I sleep? Don't take it, dear father, not baba-Lihodejki, nor daughter-villain. It won't be for you or me.

The Father forgave the wicked woman and the step-Villain, chased them out of court:

– go where you came from!