| XXX | [Koturine (Siberian) was the youngest daughter of her fatherŐs tribe. One year, a horrible blizzard threatened to kill everyone in the village. The chief decided to send his daughters, one by one, to marry the lord of the North Wind, and thereby stop the storm. The elder two daughters did not follow their fatherŐs important directions, and failed in their task. Koturine alone succeeded in her mission to find and appease the Lord, and saved the lives of her villagers.] |
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we were poor and the driving snow bit our naked hands and faces there was no end to the frost the tundra was a mass of white and we thought the wind would blow us away do not tie the strings on your coat when the harsh wind tears them apart do not shake the snow from your boots let faith warm your heart a bird will perch on your shoulder do not brush him away jump on your sled and go where it leads it will show you the way eldest, middle daughter did not follow the words we waited so long for them to return but the storm only grew worse and then it was my turn I did not tie the strings on my coat when the harsh wind tore them apart I did not shake the snow from my boots faith warmed my heart a bird perched on my shoulder I did not brush him away I drove my sled and went where it led it showed me the way |