All I could find was a short version of this tale, but I doubt that will trouble you. I love it because it personifies the twelve months, who through their ancient and natural magic, help a young girl named Onya with impossible tasks set before her because she was kind and respected them. I was first introduced to this tale when I was about 12 or 13. It was an animated film that we rented. Naturally I fell in love with it at once.
Without further babbling, here is the tale (woefully shortened, of course) of:
"But the snowdrops won't be blooming for another two months, at least!" cried the poor girl." Her stepmother said, "I don't want to hear about it. Go out there and find them and don't come back until you do."
Since the girl had no choice, she started walking through the frozen woods. She walked further and further and got colder and colder, but there wasn't a living thing to be seen. The wind began to blow and the snow began to fall.
Suddenly, she came out into a clearing where she saw twelve men, from very young to very old, dressed in rich clothes. They asked her why she was out at night in the forest during a snowstorm. She bowed politely to them and told them that her stepmother had ordered her to pick snowdrops for her stepsister. The twelve months felt sorry for her, and decided to help her.
January, who looked like a very old man, took his cane, hit the ground with it, and chanted a spell. Around them, that cold first month of the year passed by within seconds. He then gave the cane to February, and the same thing happened, and then the cane went to March, who made flowers spring up all over the glade. She picked great armfuls of tender spring flowers and put them in her basket.
When she returned home and told what had happened to her in the forest, the jealous stepmother let her own daughter go to the glade to ask the twelve months for berries, mushrooms, apples and cucumbers. The girl found the glade and the twelve months around the big fire. But this daughter was rude to them and did not get anything. January waved his hand and she was buried in thick layers of snow. Her mother tried to find her, but also was frozen to death.
The kindhearted stepdaughter lived long and happily. In May she had the freshest flowers in her house, in June the best berries, and in September the best apples. People said that the twelve months visited her regularly and always gave her their blessings.
This doesn't do the version I remember justice, but it gives you an idea of how the fairy tale goes. The version I have in my book comes from modern Greece and instead of the young girl, the Twelve Months help a widow with many children.
I love my book. I went through the Table of Contents and it has tales from West Europe, the UK, the Far East and India, Africa, North America and Asia. It even tales from Native American tribes! How luckier could I get when I bought this book? I mean, for a fairy tale lover like me I've hit the jackpot! I'm going to go see if I can find the animated version...
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Exuberance is beauty.
~William Blake~
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