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The Tale of the Little Romanian Girl Once there was an emperor and an empress who had no children The empress believed she would never have it When in a certain time God and Saint Peter pass by the gate Saint Peter looking at the empress's houses spoke Lord what is wrong with these people that they have no sons And God spoke If the empress were to drink dew from roses mixed with dew from parsley A girl was born as beautiful as none before her and none will be in the world Let her name be Romanița And it was just when the lies were in bloom And the Saints also passed by The soldier on guard at the gate had heard and quickly ran to the empress to tell her The Empress in her joy ordered that dew be collected each morning from the cups of the lies and from the leaves of the parsley And thus he gathered a cup of dew and drank it Hey The girl was born nine months later with a face as white as a lily and her hair smelled like parsley and they named her Romanița And the Romanian girls are growing up a lot She was not liked by anyone neither the parties nor being seen by someone and she was as white as a lily and her hair smelled like parsley But she liked the flowers because she took care of them all day and had the gift of understanding what they were saying And the girl grew to be 18 years old and the streams began to flow again The girl would take in everyone talk to them and when they mentioned marriage the girl would tell them not to worry because they would be unhappy They frightened him and left and never came back And this story spread throughout the world and in time no one came to collect it anymore She teased the girl's parents and began to propose to her Yet despite all this a prince from a distant empire was not discouraged by what he had heard about the girl and set out on his own quest I'm talking to the girl again The girl ran away with the flame but when she heard of the marriage you told her very well but you will be unhappy Why asked the flame Because I'm not made for this world and whoever takes me will be a widower from the day of the wedding So he said the flame I don't believe it Well try but don't cry I have to pretend to be a wild boar But I don't believe it the prince's son said Try and you will see And how do you know I have heard many times that I heard a voice coming from heaven and it seemed to speak to me You little Romanian girl if you were to marry you would become a field of wheat and also a remedy The emperor's servant still did not believe and said he would take whatever it was And come on wedding party go to the girl Saturday night he put on the hat but the girl was crying so hard that the earth was wet On Sunday at the wedding as soon as he put the hat on her head the girl's face changed and she turned as white as lime They thought it was bad and took it out in the evening But the girl blew away shrank her hands turned into leaves her legs into a stem her body grew thin and stick-like And his head turned into a flower like the eye of a bull small as a dandelion with the scent of wormwood They called her Romanian girl and the Romanian girl still calls her to this day And people make tea from it brewing it in winter when it gets cold It mainly occurs in young children when they get sick And so in her swollen belly I cooked for her