“Lie down, daughter, and rest a bit,” said the mother.
So the daughter lay down and went to sleep. The mother immediately took an axe and sharpened it, and went down to the dike with it. And when she came to the dike, she began calling out,
“Osip, Osip, come here!”
No sooner had Osip shown his head than the old woman lifted her axe and chopped it off. And the water in the pond became dark with blood.
The old woman went home. And when she got home her daughter awoke.
“Ah! mother,” says she, “I’m getting tired of being here; I’ll go home.”
“Do sleep here to-night, daughter; perhaps you won’t have another chance of being with me.”
So the daughter stayed and spent the night there. In the morning she got up and her mother got breakfast ready for her; she breakfasted, and then she said good-bye to her mother and went away, carrying her little girl in her arms, while her boy followed behind her. She came to the dike, and called out:
“Osip, Osip, come here!”
She called and called, but he did not come.