There lived a beauty in one village. The time came, and her parents gave her away in marriage.
Yes, it was not her destiny to live with her husband. He fell ill with a serious illness and died. The young widow was bitterly sad. As soon as it was light she went to the cemetery, watered the grave mound with tears and fanned herself. Her parents found out about this.
- Our dear daughter! - they began to console the young widow. - Why are you killing yourself like that! You can't bring the dead back! You are young and pretty. Time will heal your wound!
– So my husband said, they say, I’m beautiful. “After my death, he said, it won’t be difficult for you to find a new husband. There will probably be no end to suitors. It's not your fault that this happened. Instead of the fallen tree, another one must be planted. You get married, just wait until the grave mound dries up!” So I’m waving my fan, and I’m crying because it’s drying too slowly.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru