Oksana lived in a small house on the edge of the town with her father, her stepmother and her stepsister. Oksanas stepmother disliked Oksana, but favored her own daughter, Olena.

Soon after her fathers remarriage, Oksana found that all the house work was left for her to do while Olena idled away. Oksanas Father was a timid man and could not bring to defy his wife. So Oksana wore Olena cast-off clothes, and her hands grew red and chapped from scrubbing in the cold, while Olena attended parties, growing lazy and spoiled.
One year, when the winter snows were particularly severe, Oksanas family ran out of money. Oksanas stepmother began nagging her husband to send Oksana away, because they could not afford to keep two girls. Reluctantly, Oksanas Father agreed. He took Oksana to a cottage deep in the woods and left her there.
Oksana was very frightened. The woods were said to be filled with demons and monsters but Oksana was practical. She entered the cottage with her small bundle and found a fire place, a lopsided table, and a rusty old pot. She put away the loaf of bread, the knife and the slab of cheese that her father had given her. She folded the blanket and laid it near the fire place. Then she collected wood and built a fire.
She knew the bread and cheese would not last her all the winter. So she made a snare. Using the thin, flexible branches of the trees, she caught a snow rabbit to eat. She also dug under the deep snow and found some roots and berries for food.
By dark, she melted water for drinking and used the rest to make a stew. She ate well and laid down near the fire for the night, listening to the wind howling and pretending to herself that she was not frightened of the woods.
Then at midnight, there was a knock. Knock knock knock It echoed hollowly through the dark cottage. Oksana woke up with a start, her heart pounding in fear. She thought of the monsters. She hid under her blanket praying the thing would go away, but it didnt. The knocking continued. She rose, took a stick and swung the door open. There was nothing there. Her heart pounded fiercely then she looked down. She let out a shriek of terror and leapt back ping her stick. It was an evil spirit. who are you? Oksana stuttered, clutching the door with shaking hands. I am COWS HEAD, it replied. I am cold and hungry. May I sleep by your fire? The COWS HEAD asked. Its voice was cold and lifeless. Sure, she answered and lifted it over the threshold. She later fed it with the stew she had for breakfast. She gave it her blanket and slept in a cold corner with only her cloak to keep her warm.
When she woke up the next morning, COWS HEAD was gone. Where it slept was a large trunk, filled with the most beautiful gowns and jewelries in the town.

I will continue tomorrow

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