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Marushka and the New Year There was once a woman who had two girls.
One was her own daughter, the other a stepchild.
Helena, her own daughter, she loved dearly.
But she couldn't even bear the sight of Marushka, the stepchild.
This was because Marushka was so much prettier than Helena.
Marushka, the dear child, didn't know how pretty she was, and so she never understood why, whenever she stood beside Helena, her stepmother frowned so crossly.
Mother and daughter made Marushka do all the housework alone.
She had to cook, wash, and sew, and spin, and take care of the garden, and look after the cow.
Helena, on the contrary, spent all her time decking herself out and sitting around like a grand lady.
Marushka never complained.
She did all she was told to do and bore patiently their everlasting fault-finding.
In spite of all the hard work she did, she grew stronger and kinder and prettier from day to day.
And in spite of her lazy life, or maybe because of it, Helena grew ugly.
Ugly in looks, but ugly in her personality.
She was mean and angry and boring.
This will never do, the stepmother thought to herself.
Soon the boys will come courting and once they see how good and kind Marushka is, they'll pay no attention at all to my Helena.
We had just better do all we can to get rid of that Marushka as soon as possible.
So stepmother and daughter both nagged Marushka all day long.
They made her work harder.
They spanked her.
They didn't give her enough to eat.
They did everything they could think of to make her ugly and nasty.
But all to no avail.
Marushka was so good and sweet that, in spite of all their harsh treatment, she kept on growing prettier kinder and warmer.
So one day in the middle of January, Helena took the notion that nothing else would do.
But she must have a bunch of fragrant violets to put on her dress.
Marushka, she ordered sharply.
I want some violets.
Go out to the forest and get me some.
Good heavens, my dear sister, cried poor Marushka.
What can you be thinking of?
Whoever heard of violets growing under the snow in January?
I'll freeze.
What, you lazy little girl, Helena shouted.
You dare to argue with me?
You go this minute and if you come back without violets, we'll kick you out for good.
The stepmother sided with Helena and, taking Marushka roughly by the shoulder, she pushed her out of the house and slammed the door.
The poor child climbed slowly up the mountainside, weeping bitterly.
All around, the snow lay deep, with no track of human or beast in any direction.
Marushka wandered on and on, weak with hunger and shaking with cold.
Suddenly, ahead of her, she saw a glowing light.
She struggled towards it and found at last that it came from a great fire that was burning on the top of the mountain.
Around the fire there were twelve stones, one of them much bigger and higher than the rest.
Twelve men were seated on the stones.
Three of them were very old and white.
Three were not so old, three were middle-aged, and three were beautiful youths.
They did not talk.
They sat silent, gazing at the fire.
Marushka realized suddenly she had stumbled into a fairy realm and she was now looking at the spirits of the twelve months of the year.
For a moment, Marushka was frightened and hesitated.
Then she stepped forward and said politely, Kind sirs, may I warm myself at your fire?
I am shaking with cold.
Great January nodded his head, and Marushka reached her stiff fingers towards the flames.
This is no place for you, my child, Great January said.
Why are you here?
I'm hunting for violets, Marushka answered.
Violets?
This is no time to look for violets with snow on the ground.
I know that sir, but my sister Helena says I must bring her violets from the forest or she'll kick me out into the cold.
And my stepmother says so too.
Please, sir, won't you tell me where I can find some?
Great January slowly stood up and walked over to the youngest month.
He handed him along staff and said, Here, March, you take the high seat.
So March took the high seat and began waving the staff over the fire.
The fire blazed up and instantly the snow all about began to melt.
The trees burst into bud, the grass revived, the little pink buds of the daisies appeared and lo, it was spring.
The violets were blooming under the snow.
Run and pick them, Marushka, quickly!
March called.
Marushka picked them joyfully until she had a big bunch.
Then she thanked the months and ran home.
Helena and the stepmother were amazed when they saw her coming with the violets.
They opened the door and the scent of the flowers filled the cottage.
Where did you get them?
Helena asked angrily.
High up in the mountain, Marushka said.
They are growing under the bushes.
Helena snatched the violets and fastened them to her waist.
She kept smelling them herself all afternoon and she let her mother smell them, but she never once said to Marushka Dear sister, won't you take a smell?
The next day, as she was sitting idle in the chimney corner, she took the notion that she must have some strawberries to eat.
So she called Marushka and said, Here you are, Marushka.
Go out to the forest and get me some strawberries.
Good heavens, my dear sister, Marushka said.
Where can I find strawberries this time of year?
Whoever heard of strawberries growing under the snow?
What, you lazy little girl, Helena shouted.
You dare to argue with me?
You go this minute, and if you come back without strawberries, I'll kick you out.
Again, the stepmother sided with Helena for some reason and, taking Marushka roughly by the shoulder, she pushed her out of the house and slammed the door.
Again, the poor child climbed slowly up the mountainside, weeping bitterly.
All around, the snow lay deep with no track of human or beast in any direction.
Marushka wandered on and on, weak with hunger and shaking with cold.
At last she saw ahead of her the glow of the same fire that she had seen the day before.
With a happy heart, she hastened to it.
The twelve months were seated as before with Great January on the high seat.
Marushka bowed politely and said, Kind sirs, may I warm myself at your fire?
I am shaking with cold.
Great January nodded, and Marushka reached her stiff fingers towards the flames.
But Marushka, Great January said, why are you here again?
What are you hunting now?
I'm hunting for strawberries, Marushka answered.
Strawberries!
But Marushka, my child, it is winter, and strawberries do not grow in the snow.
Marushka shook her head sadly.
I know that sir, but my sister Helena says I must bring her strawberries from the forest or she will kick me out, and my mother says so too.
Please, sir, won't you tell me where I can find some?
Great January slowly stood up and walked over to the month who sat opposite him.
He handed him the long staff and said, Here, June, you take the high seat.
So June took the high seat and began waving the staff over the fire.
The flames blazed high and with the heat, the snow all about melted instantly.
The earth grew green, the trees decked themselves in leaves, the birds began to sing, flowers bloomed and lo, it was summer.
Presently, little starry white blossoms covered the ground under the beech trees.
Soon these turned to fruit first green, then pink, then red, and with a gasp of delight, Marushka saw that they were ripe strawberries.
Now, Marushka, June cried.
There are your strawberries.
Pick them quickly.
Marushka picked an apron full of berries.
Then she thanked the months politely, bade them goodbye, and hurried home.
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Just imagine again Helena and the stepmother's surprise as they saw Marushka coming through the snow with an apron full of strawberries.
They opened the door and instantly the fragrance of the berries filled the house.
Where did you get them?
Helena demanded rudely.
High up in the mountain, Marushka answered, under the beech trees.
Helena took the strawberries and gobbled and gobbled and gobbled.
Then the stepmother ate all she wanted, but it never occurred to either of them to say Here Marushka, you take one.
The next day, when Helena was sitting idle as usual in the chimney corner, the notion took her that she must have some red apples.
So she called Marushka and said Here you Marushka, go out to the forest and get me some red apples.
But my dear sister, Marushka gasped, where can I find red apples in winter?
What, you lazy little girl, you dare to argue with me?
You go this minute, and if you come back without red apples, I'll kick you out.
For the third time.
Unsurprisingly, the stepmother sided with Helena and, taking Marushka roughly by the shoulder, pushed her out of the house and slammed the door.
So again, the poor child went out to the forest.
All around, the snow lay deep with no track of human or beast in any direction.
This time, Marushka hurried straight to the mountaintop.
She found the months still seated about their fire, with Great January still on the high stone.
Marushka bowed politely and said, Kind sirs, may I warm myself at your fire?
I am shaking with cold again.
Great January nodded and Marushka reached her stiff fingers towards the flames.
Why are you here again, Marushka?
Great January asked.
What are you looking for now?
Red apples, Marushka answered.
My sister, Helena, says I must bring her some red apples from the forest or she will kick me out.
And my mother says so too.
Please, sir, won't you tell me where I can find some?
Great January slowly stood up and walked over to one of the older months.
He handed him the long staff and said, Here, September, you take the high seat.
So September took the high seat and began waving the staff over the fire.
The fire burned and glowed.
Instantly, the snow disappeared.
The fields about looked brown and yellow and dry.
From the trees, the leaves dropped one by one and a cool breeze scattered them over the stubble.
There were not many flowers, only wild asters on the hillside and meadow, saffron in the valleys and under the beaches, ferns and ivy.
Presently, Marushka spied an apple tree, weighted down with ripe fruit.
There, Marushka, September called.
There are your apples.
Gather them quickly.
Marushka reached up and picked one apple.
Then she picked another.
That's enough, Marushka, September shouted.
Don't pick any more.
Marushka obeyed at once.
Then she thanked the months politely, bade them goodbye, and hurried home.
Helena and her stepmother were more surprised than ever to see Marushka coming through the snow with red apples in her hands.
They let her in and grabbed the apples from her.
Where did you get them?
Helena demanded.
High up on the mountain, Marushka answered.
There are plenty of them growing there.
Plenty of them?
And you only brought us two?
Helena cried angrily.
Or did you pick more and eat them yourself on the way home?
No, no, my dear sister, Marushka said.
I haven't eaten any, truly, I haven't.
They wouldn't let me pick any more than two.
They shouted to me not to pick any more.
I doubt that very much, Helena sneered.
I've a good mind to kick you out.
After a time, the greedy Helena left off her scolding to eat one of the apples.
It had so delicious a flavor that she declared she had never in all her life tasted anything so good.
Her mother said the same.
When they had finished both apples, they began to wish for more.
Mother, Helena said.
Go get me my fur cloak.
I am going up the mountain myself.
No use sending that lazy little girl again, for she would only eat up all the apples on the way home.
I'll find that tree, and when I pick the apples, I'd like to see anybody stop me.
The mother begged Helena not to go out in such weather, but Helena was headstrong and would go.
She threw her fur cloak over her shoulders and put a shawl on her head and off she went up the mountainside.
All around, the snow lay deep with no track of human or beast in any direction.
Helena wandered on and on, determined to find those wonderful apples.
At last she saw a light in the distance, and when she reached it, she found it was the great fire about which the twelve months were seeded.
At first she was frightened, but soon growing bold, she elbowed her way through the circle of men and, without so much as saying buy or leave, she put out her hands to the fire.
She hadn't even the courtesy to say good day.
Great January frowned.
Who are you?
He asked in his deep voice.
And what do you want?
Helena looked at him rudely.
You old fool, what business is it of yours who I am or what I want?
She tossed her head airily and walked off into the forest.
The frown deepened on Great January's brow.
Slowly, he stood up and waved the staff over his head.
The fire died down.
Then the sky grew dark, an icy wind blew over the mountain and the snow began to fall so thickly that it looked as if someone in the sky were emptying a huge featherbed.
Helena could not see a step before her.
She struggled on and on.
Now she ran into a tree.
Now she fell into a snowdrift.
In spite of her warm cloak, her limbs began to weaken and grow numb.
The snow kept on falling.
The icy wind kept on blowing.
Did Helena at last begin to feel sorry that she had been so wicked and cruel to Marushka?
No, she did not.
Instead, the colder she grew, the more bitterly she hated Marushka in her heart.
Meanwhile at home, her mother waited for her and waited.
She stood at the window as long as she could.
Then she opened the door and tried to peer through the storm.
She waited and waited, but no, Helena came.
Oh dear, oh dear, what can be keeping her?
She thought to herself.
Does she like those apples so much that she can't leave them?
Or what is it?
I think I'll have to go out myself and find her.
So the stepmother put her fur cloak about her shoulders, threw a shawl over her head and started out.
She called, Helena!
Helena!
But no one answered.
She struggled on and on up the mountainside.
All around, the snow lay deep with no track of human or beast in any direction.
Helena!
Helena!
Still no answer.
The snow fell fast.
The icy wind moaned on.
At home, Marushka prepared the dinner and looked after the cow.
Still, neither Helena nor the stepmother returned.
What can they be doing all this time?
Marushka thought.
She ate her dinner alone and then sat down to do some knitting.
The needles clicked and clacked and daylight faded and still no sign of Helena and her mother.
Dear God in heaven, what can be keeping them?
Marushka cried anxiously.
She peered out the window to see if they were coming, but they were still lost in the mountain.
Finally, Mother had found Helena, but now they were lost together.
They sat in the driving snow, slowly being buried, their tears freezing on their cheeks.
Fearing the worst, Marushka went out after them.
She headed right for the fire of the seasons and approached politely as before.
"'Excuse me?' she said to January.
"'My stepmother and sister are lost out here in the snow.
Have you seen them?'
We have, said January, and he told them of Helena's terrible behavior.
Well, she's not very nice, that's true, but I don't want either of them to freeze, said Marushka.
Could you perhaps guide them out of the storm?
You want them to go home?
They are terrible to you, and this storm is only making them worse.
They still blame you, even though they're the ones who pushed you out.
Well, maybe they don't have to go home exactly, Marushka said, and January smiled.
The stepmother and Helena found the storm lighter in one direction, and they walked and walked.
Soon they came to the edge of a slope and slid down and down and down.
The seasons worked together to make the two wicked women hopelessly lost, and by the time they finally stumbled from the storm, they were in a different country, never again to find their way home.
To punish Marushka.
Each time they tried, a terrible storm would drive them back, no matter the season.
Eventually, they gave up and made new lives far, far away.
So, our good little Marushka inherited the cottage and the garden and the cow.
After a time, she married a farmer.
He made her a good husband and they had plenty of good children and they lived together happily ever after.
The End.
Today's story Marushka and the New Year was a Czech fairy tale collected by Parker Fillmore and adapted for audio by Daniel Hines.
It was edited and produced for you by Ellie Hines and performed for you by me, Amanda Weldon.
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