"Once, long ago, near the source where there is still a small cave lived a Krivapeta. Was married, had a beautiful little girl. Her husband one day I call 'Krivapeta, she took offense and went' to live alone in the cave, but returned each night to comb her daughter. they saw mowing the grass, now it is all but abandoned up there 'there was once a lawn: It was a normal woman, it' bad will 'nice, it had the standing upside down. did not hurt anyone. said it was crazy 'cause once picked up the wheat still green, then came the hail that destroyed the harvest of all, except' her. Knew you. "