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the coat and the shoes and the mittens. And they were neither small nor large. They fitted him perfectly. Kotura smiled. "I like you, youngest daughter," he said. "And my mother and four sisters like you, too. You work well, and you have much courage. You braved a terrible storm so that your people might not die. And you did all that you were told. Stay with me and be my wife." No sooner had the words passed his lips than the storm in the tundra was stilled. No longer did the people hide from the north wind in their cold tents. They were saved. One by one they emerged into the sunshine. And with them came the old father, tears of joy glistening on his sunken cheeks, proud that his youngest, dearest daughter had saved the people from the storm.dfghj fkjh ssdjk djsik