Fairy tales of the Slav peasants and herdsmen (1896)
1804-1891, Harding, Emily J., ill · London : G. Allen · leaf 42
cross the deep snow upon which lay no humanfootprint, and on towards the fire round which were the twelvemonths. Motionless sat they, and on the highest stone wasthe great Setchene. Men of God, may I warm myself at your fire ? Thewinter cold chills me, said she, drawing near. The great Setchene… … The Twelve Months 25 I know, answered the girl, but my sister and step-mother sent me to fetch red apples from the mountain; if Ireturn without them they will kill me. Thereupon the great Setch^ne arose and went over to oneof the elderly months, to whom he handed the wand, saying : Brother Zare…
Fairy tales -- Slavic countries
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