"Uh! how long I have slept!" said the Bright-Hawk, awaking and yawning. "Someone has been here and has been weeping and lamenting over me: but I could not open my eyes, they were so heavy."
"It was all a dream," replied the Tsar's daughter; "no one has been here."
On the third day the beautiful girl was sitting on the shore of the blue sea, depressed and sad, and she held in her hands the gold embroidery-frame, and the golden needle was embroidering by itself.
The Tsar's daughter saw it and wanted to buy it. "Only let me look at the Bright-Hawk," replied the girl, "and I will give it to you."
The Tsar's daughter consented, hastened to the palace, and said: "Finist the Bright-Hawk, let me brush your hair."
She sat down to brush his hair, and she fastened into it the magic brooch.
Immediately he fell into a deep sleep. Then she sent her serving-women to get the beautiful girl.
She came and tried to wake her loved one; she threw her arms around him, she kissed him, and she wept all the time so bitterly. But no, he would not wake up. Then she began to smooth his hair and she loosened the magic brooch.
