"What's your husband's name?" asked her mother.
    "Osip," she replied.
    "And how are you to get home?"
    "I shall go to the dike, and call out, 'Osip, Osip, come here!' and he'll come."
    "Lie down, daughter, and rest a bit," said the mother.
    So the daughter lay down and went to sleep.  The mother immediately took an axe and sharpened it, and went down to the dike with it.  And when she came to the dike, she began calling out,
    "Osip, Osip, come here!"
    No sooner had Osip shown his head than the old woman lifted her axe and chopped it off.  And the water in the pond became dark with blood.
    The old woman went home.  And when she got home her daughter awoke. (Russian Folk-Tales, Ralston, 1880)