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An ordinary day on the estate and began as usual. The sun had just risen, rolled out from behind a distant forest in the east, and the villagers were all on their feet, in an important matter. There was nothing unusual, everything went according to the once and for all established routine. Who has a rope creaking at the well, the owners collect water in tubs, and who melts the stove, if not in the house, so in the summer kitchen, calculating housewives take up cooking, prepare food for their households. Men, they do their own thing. Some feed is given, or cows are driven to the village herd, where the shepherd Atmai is already tapping the whip on his red boot, waiting for all the cows and gobies to gather. The village was rich, which means that there were plenty of animals.

Radko drove his sheep out of the yard, from a large barn made of pine logs. He led this herd, as usual, an old goat, and his charges were quite obedient to him. Especially, with the help of a couple of master dogs, wisely and really, helping the owner. Sheep walked almost in formation, crowded together, sometimes bleated loudly. Their thick, but unstable herd, came out of the gate, to the outskirts. The goat, proudly carrying formidable horns on his head, led the wards from the village. And then, the herd itself knew the way, to the grazing that belonged to their village according to custom, and according to the Truth of Warta.

And Radko’s wife, Mlada, set about the dough that had been set since yesterday. She took off the towel from the tub, straightened the high-raised dough with her fingers.

— Look and learn, Elle, how good bread comes out. Now, the stove will trample, and let’s start putting loaves in the vent with you. And from the remaining good pies we bake. Have you already prepared the filling?

“So of course, Mother! said the girl, nodding her head, so that the tight braid swung.

The woman looked happily at her child. And then she got ugly as a beauty. High and fine, with a heavy, slightly reddish oblique. Yes, and the Sun blessed, generously showering the girl’s face with freckles.

— My clever… What did you do without you… Your brothers, Arpad da Zaley, of course, but there, in a community house, they disappear, instruct them.

— Why so? Could live with us. And we are better, and more fun.

“As is customary. And in two years, they will cut off their hair, and they will be able to acquire their own household. Zalya will help us like the youngest, but you, you go, and we will marry you.

“I don’t want to get married. Here, I study in the evenings with the mentor Dirka, an herbalist, as she will become. A good thing, and necessary. And then I saw a dream, mother, — and the girl looked into Mlada’s eyes, — her missing sister… She is alive, for sure… And where she is, so Elena the Beatiful did not indicate, I myself must find the missing…

— So we were looking, looking… — the woman whispered sadly, hanging her hands, — and Rasta Gorazdovich was asked if he had seen anything? Or himself, or his unots from the caravan. On that day, strangers attacked, and we rushed to run. And our wagon turned over, I pulled you out, my father dragged me… The wheels were lifted, the wagon was turned over, the bags were in place, but your sisters, no… So she disappeared… Radko and I are to blame, but what can we do? — and the woman cried, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

— Don’t, don’t cry… The main thing is that she is alive, for sure. And so, you see, and find a sister…

“Where are you going to find her?” All this happened far, behind Oum. And we are in Warth now. Read, with a thousand miles from those places, if not more… Well, we cried, let’s bake bread and pies, otherwise the hungry father will return from the field… But look, without Krasa, do not engage in witchcraft yourself, you will make yourself bad, but you will put trouble on us!

— Well, well, mother, — the girl answered a little frightened, taking up work.

Soon, two heavy baking sheets went to the furnace, heavily loaded with caravans. Around there was a smell incomparable, exciting, exciting, attractive, bread…

Even Zubok came running, the house keeper, waving his tail cheerfully. I lay down nearby, sticking out my red tongue, as if I wanted to ask: “What are you doing here, mistress? What is such a smell throughout the estate?”

Mlada smiled, pulled out fresh bones, put them in an old sherby bowl, and put them in front of the dog. He gratefully wagged his tail, and began to treat.

— Well, you can go to your Beauty. Come back in the evening, we’ll have dinner together, “Mlada said slowly.

— Thank you, Mother!

And the Christmas tree rushed to dress until the strict mother changed her mind. She took with her a suma woven from a bast, put bread in it on the road, and her favorite wooden cup, drink water.