monster itself, sparing the feelings of people, shied away from them. And if the witch didn’t instruct at specific hours to collect everything necessary for the potion in certain places in the forest, it would sit all year in a hut. Hunger made the monster hunt at night.
– But why I am thinking only about bad things. Apparently, it’s time to get up, – the monster did not have time to think, as the witch’s shrill voice came:
– It’s time to serve. You seem to become lazy. You don’t want to work or speak. Should I see your relatives, in order for you to amuse me and to enquire? – the witch began to tease it.
– I wish you hadn’t seen them, – the monster replied. But, having decided that it was not worth annoying her again, the monster became more pleasant:
– You’re right, I’m sorry. Now I will feed you, and you, please, tell me about my parents.
– That’s better. Sit next to me. Otherwise I’m bored.
The witch started a meal and began to tell the monster about her adventures, about the places where she had visited, about the parents of the prince. When she stopped, the monster, fearing that the witch would not finish the meal, began to talk about what it saw in the forest, what trials fell on his lot during the hunt, what happened new during their separation. And the witch, listening to him, sank deeper and deeper into slumber, not realizing what was happening to her. And finally, it happened! The witch finally fell asleep, her spells slept… And a handsome young man in the clothes of a hunter appeared before the boy who came out of his shelter. Both watched in fear the witch, who had fallen asleep forever.
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