Whoever heard of strawberries growing under the snow?”
“What, you lazy little slattern!” Holena shouted. “You dare to argue with me! You go this minute and if you come back without strawberries, I’ll kill you!”
Again the stepmother sided with Holena 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 mountain side weeping bitterly. All around the snow lay deep with no track of man 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 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?”
