





On all house look for, cannot find in any way.
And here mother saw in her room on a wall the words written by sunshine Now your daughter my wife.
It I, the prince the Sun, took it from you.
Mother from a grief slightly did not lose mind, since then she lost rest and shed many tears, mourning the daughter.
We did not save the only daughter, she grieved.
There was time.
Sons grew up and often asked mother, why she such sad and all the time cries, after all, it seems, anybody her not offended.
Yes as to me not to cry if I also do not know where yours the sister and whether is living she still?
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