“What, you lazy little slattern, you dare to argue with me! You go this minute and if you come back without red apples I’ll kill you!”
For the third time the stepmother sided with Holena 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 man or beast in any direction. This time Marushka hurried straight to the mountain top. 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.”
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, Holena, says I must bring her some red apples from the forest or she will kill me, and my mother says so, too. Please, sir, won’t you tell me where I can find some?”
