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Is there a story here?

>>16032505
Yes. Here it is:

In a simple house lived a mother with her two daughters. Holena was her own and Maruška was her stepdaughter. Holena had no work, she just lazed around all day and dreamed of a rich groom coming for her. But Maruška, that was something else. She did all the work in the house and everything went smoothly for her. Moreover, she grew more beautiful every day. Until her stepmother realized that no groom would come for her Holena with such a look. Everyone would want Maruška. She would have to get rid of Maruška somehow…

One day in the middle of winter, Holena decided that she wanted a bouquet of violets. She would put it on her belt so that she could smell it at any time. And her stepmother knew right away who to send for the violets. She would drive Maruška out into the cold and thus get rid of her once and for all. And she ordered Maruška to do it straight away: “Bring Holena a bouquet of violets, or I will kick you out of the house.” Maruška tried to defend herself: “But where would I find violets now? If Holena holds out, I’ll pick her a beautiful bouquet of violets in the spring.”

“You dare to talk me out of it? Holena wants violets now. In the spring, there are violets everywhere. Don’t come home without violets, I’m telling you,” the stepmother raged.

And so the unfortunate Maruška set out to fulfill her stepsister’s impossible wish. She waded through the snow for hours, but she didn’t see a single violet. Until she came to a meadow where a large fire was burning. Twelve stones were arranged in a circle around it, and a tall man sat on each stone. The twelve men were twelve moons. They took turns regularly according to the month that was ruling.

Maruška was cold-blooded, so she plucked up courage and asked the marigolds if she could sit with them for a moment and warm herself by the fire.

“You know you can warm yourself, girl. And what brings you so far from all human buildings in such a cold?”

“I’m going to pick some violets for my sister,” Maruška answered truthfully.

“What’s wrong with you, girl? There’s no time to go and get violets, everything is covered in snow,” said Leden, who was sitting on the largest stone, because he was the ruler at the time.

“I know, but my sister and stepmother ordered me to do it. If I don’t bring them back, they’ll kick me out of the house,” Maruška explained.

Leden looked at Maruška for a long time and then gestured towards another man in the circle: “Brother March, come and sit in my place.” March switched places with January. Then he raised a wooden stick above his head and circled it several times. The snow melted around him, green grass sprouted, and a few violets popped out of the ground. Just enough for a nice bouquet.

“Then pick them, Maruška,” March urged her.

Happy Maruška picked the violets and thanked the marigolds from the bottom of her heart. She ran home with the violets to her sister and stepmother. When she opened the door, the scent of the violets filled the entire room. However, Holena and her stepmother were not as happy as Maruška had expected. They asked her where she had picked the violets.

“High up on the hill. There are a lot of them growing there,” Maruška sneered.

Holena and her stepmother looked at Maruška with hostility, but they said nothing more. The next day Holena got a taste for strawberries. And the stepmother knew right away who she would send for them. Maruška defended herself in vain, saying that it made no sense to want strawberries in January. Under threats, she had to set out again into the frost and blizzard. Of course, strawberries did not grow anywhere, the only option was to try to ask Marigold for help again. When she got there, half frozen, she greeted him, bowed respectfully and described what had brought her there.

“Dear Marigold, help me, please. My little sister has a craving for strawberries and I can’t find them anywhere.”

“Well, how could she, when there is snow and frost everywhere…” frowned January. Then he called out to one of his brothers:

“Brother June, come and sit in my place.” June moved to the largest stone, circled his wooden stick above his head, and greenery appeared around him and tiny strawberry bushes grew from the ground. In a moment they were covered with red strawberries, just enough to bite into. June urged Maruška to quickly pick them and run home. Touched, Maruška did so and thanked the marigolds profusely. When she returned to the cottage with the strawberries, she received no thanks. But Holena enjoyed the strawberries, that was for sure.

>>16032505
feral used a clothes dryer as a hiding place even doe that's a dumb way to die

>>16032505
Possibly

As if her appetites could not be satisfied with anything. The next day she was already complaining that she had a huge appetite for apples. She threw Maruška out the door, saying that she should not return without apples, otherwise she would get into trouble. Poor Maruška went straight to the meadow, where she had already met her brothers, the moon, twice. After she arrived, chilled and with tears in her eyes, at the familiar fire in the meadow, she didn’t even have to explain anything.

“So what does your sister want this time?” asked January straight away.

“My sister has a huge appetite for apples, my dear moon.”

“Brother September, come and sit in my place,” January invited his brother. He sat down, spun a wooden stick above his head, and the nearby apple tree turned green, buds sprouted on it, and they turned into juicy apples, a joy to behold. “Come and shake some quickly, girl,” he urged Maruška. Maruška shook the tree until a few apples fell.

“Hurry up and pick them up, girl,” Září urged her. Maruška picked up what fell, thanked the moons a hundred times, and ran to bring the apples to Holena before they were killed by the frost.

Holena enjoyed them immensely, but it was not enough for her. “Why are there so few of them? You ate the rest anyway, you useless glutton,” she thundered at the unfortunate Maruška.

“No, little sister, I didn’t even bite, I brought you all the apples I shook off the tree.”

“And where is the tree?” Holena wanted to know.

“High up on the hill. There was a tree full of apples there,” said Maruška.

When Holena heard that there were still plenty of apples there, she took her warm coat, a bag of apples and hurried up the hill. She wouldn’t let the insatiable eat all the apples again. When she reached the hill, she saw the fire and, without asking or greetings, she made her way straight to the fire.

“Hey, old men, didn’t you see the tree full of apples here?” was what she was most interested in. But with that she rudely offended the mighty moon. January swung her wooden club over her head, the sky became overcast, a blizzard came and it snowed as if all the heavenly blankets had been torn. Holena was blown away and wandered through snowdrifts as high as mountains until she became weak and froze.

Meanwhile, her mother was waiting for Holena at home, but Holena was nowhere to be found. “So Holena is stuffing herself with apples somewhere and won’t bring them to me? Well, I have to go get them myself.” She set off up the hill and arrived just as the wind was blowing the strongest. She also got lost in the sleet and eventually froze.

Maruška waited impatiently for them at home for several days. She was worried about them. When the north wind and the snow finally stopped, she went to the marigolds to see if they knew anything about her sister and stepmother.

January reassured her: “Don’t worry about them anymore, girl. They met the fate they deserved. You have a good heart and you enjoyed your time with them. Go back home, luck will not fail you.”

Maruška returned, even though she felt sorry for her stepsister and mother. Hatred or vindictiveness never had a place in her heart. After a while, however, her sadness passed, she managed the farm herself and did well. Her beauty and kindness did not go unnoticed even by the handsome son of the local rector. Maruška also found favor in him, and so soon they were farming together and doing very well.

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