Fairy horse

There was a king having three sons. When he was dying, he wanted his sons to guard his rave three nights and not to remain him alone. The children accepted. The father died and was buried. At night, the youngest brother said the other two brothers: "O brothers! Let's do the will of our father." The brothers did not accept. Inevitably, the little brother went himself at the grave and prayed there until near the morning. Then, suddenly a white smoke appeared from afar which was approaching him gradually. The little brother hid immediately.
A big demon, riding a horse, came next to the grave and yelled: "Oh hellish tyrant! Do you remember when you were a king how much you bothered us. Now, I will take your corpse out and tear it." As the demon bowed to dig the grave, the boy took out his sword and hit strongly his waist with it. The demon divided into two halves. Just at that time, the demon's horse began to speech: "We are three sisters captive by three brothers one of them being just this demon whom you killed. If you can free my sisters, I will do whatever you wish." Then, the horse said him: "Pluck a few strands of my mane and hold them with yourself. Whenever you need my help, ignite one of them and I'll become present at once." The boy plucked a few strands of the mane of the horse and afterwards the hose disappeared.
The boy returned back to the palace. It became night and the boy went to his brothers and said: "Oh brothers! I went the first night. Now, it is the turn of one of you." But the brothers said: "We cannot. If you wish, go yourself." The boy picked the prayer book and candle and went toward the grave of his father and prayed. Near the morning, another demon came and expressed the same words and as he wanted to dig the grave, the boy attacked and killed him and took the horse. The horse said: "If you release me, I'll come to you whenever you wish and I'll do for you whatever you want." The boy plucked a few strands of the mane of the horse and released the horse and returned back to the palace. At the third night too, just that story was repeated. The little brother got sad of his brothers and went to another city and became a chef's apprentice.
Several years elapsed. One day he was sitting at the gate of the shop that he saw two strangers came into the city with torn and old clothes while they were begging. He noticed that they were his brothers. He called them and brought food for them. When they became full, they told him how they lost sovereignty and became displaced and poor. The little brother said: "Don't be sad. I will bring back sovereignty to you again." After saying that, he ignited the strands of the manes of the horses and three horses appeared. The three brothers rode the three horses and at once they reached their country and by the aid of the horses took back the sovereignty of there. Then the horses removed their guises and became three sisters. The three sisters married the three brothers and the little brother became the king.