SLEEPING BEAUTY (LITTLE BRIAR ROSE)

A long time ago there were a king and queen who were unhappy because they were childless.
But it happened that once when the queen was bathing, a frog crept out of the water on to the
land, and said to her, "Your wish shall be fulfilled, before a year has gone by, you shall have a
daughter."
What the frog had said came true, and the queen had a little girl who was so pretty that the king
could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a great feast. He invited not only his kindred,
friends and acquaintances, but also the wise women, in order that they might be kind and well
disposed towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he had only
twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, one of them had to be left at home.
The feast was held with all manner of splendor and when it came to an end the wise women
bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby - one gave virtue, another beauty, a third riches, and so
on with everything in the world that one can wish for.
When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in. She wished to
avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, she
cried with a loud voice, "The king's daughter shall in her fifteenth year prick herself with a
spindle, and fall down dead." And, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the
room.
They were all shocked, but the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward,
and as she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften it, she said, it shall not be death, but
a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall.
The king, who would fain keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every spindle
in the whole kingdom should be burnt. Meanwhile the gifts of the wise women were plenteously
fulfilled on the young girl, for she was so beautiful, modest, good-natured, and wise, that
everyone who saw her was bound to love her.
It happened that on the very day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at
home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of
places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower.
She climbed up the narrow winding staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the
lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman
with a spindle, busily spinning her flax.
"Good day, old mother," said the king's daughter, "what are you doing there?"
"I am spinning," said the old woman, and nodded her head.
"What sort of thing is that, that rattles round so merrily," said the girl, and she took the spindle
and wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle when the magic decree was

fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it.

And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there,
and lay in a deep sleep. And this sleep extended over the whole palace, the king and queen who
had just come home, and had entered the great hall, began to go to sleep, and the whole of the
court with them. The horses, too, went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons
upon the roof, the flies on the wall, even the fire that was flaming on the hearth became quiet and
slept, the roast meat left off frizzling, and the cook, who was just going to pull the hair of the
scullery boy, because he had forgotten something, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind
fell, and on the trees before the castle not a leaf moved again.
But round about the castle there began to grow a hedge of thorns, which every year became
higher, and at last grew close up round the castle and all over it, so that there was nothing of it to
be seen, not even the flag upon the roof. But the story of the beautiful sleeping Briar Rose, for so
the princess was named, went about the country, so that from time to time kings' sons came and
tried to get through the thorny hedge into the castle. But they found it impossible, for the thorns
held fast together, as if they had hands, and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose
again, and died a miserable death.
After long, long years a king's son came again to that country, and heard an old man talking
about the thorn hedge, and that a castle was said to stand behind it in which a wonderfully
beautiful princess, named Briar Rose, had been asleep for a hundred years, and that the king and
queen and the whole court were asleep likewise. He had heard, too, from his grandfather, that
many kings, sons had already come, and had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had
remained sticking fast in it, and had died a pitiful death.
Then the youth said, "I am not afraid, I will go and see the beautiful Briar Rose." The good old
man might dissuade him as he would, he did not listen to his words.
But by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Briar Rose was
to awake again. When the king's son came near to the thorn hedge, it was nothing but large and
beautiful flowers, which parted from each other of their own accord, and let him pass unhurt,
then they closed again behind him like a hedge. In the castle yard he saw the horses and the
spotted hounds lying asleep, on the roof sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And
when he entered the house, the flies were asleep upon the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still
holding out his hand to seize the boy, and the maid was sitting by the black hen which she was
going to pluck.
He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the
throne lay the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath
could be heard, and at last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where
Briar Rose was sleeping.
There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he stooped down and gave
her a kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, Briar Rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at
him quite sweetly.

Then they
and looked

went down together, and the king awoke, and the queen, and the whole court,
at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard
stood up and shook themselves, the hounds jumped up and wagged
their tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from
under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country, the
flies on the wall crept again, the fire in the kitchen burned up and
flickered and cooked the meat, the joint began to turn and sizzle
again, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he
screamed, and the maid finished plucking the fowl.

And then the marriage of the king's son with Briar Rose was celebrated with all splendor, and
they lived contented to the end of their days.

THE STORY OF CINDERELLA

Once upon a time... there lived an unhappy young girl. Unhappy she was, for her mother was
dead, her father had married another woman, a widow with two daughters, and her stepmother
didn't like her one little bit.
All the nice things, kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters.
And not just the kind thoughts and love, but also dresses, shoes, shawls, delicious
food, comfy beds, as well as every home comfort. All this was laid on for her
daughters. But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only
her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No nice rests
and comfort. For she had to work hard all day, and only when evening came was
she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. That is how she got
her nickname, for everybody called her Cinderella. Cinderella used to spend
long hours all alone talking to the cat. The cat said,
"Miaow", which really meant, "Cheer up! You have something neither of your stepsisters have
and that is beauty."
It was quite true. Cindaralla, even dressed in rags with a dusty gray face from the cinders, was a
lovely girl. While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes, were still
clumsy, lumpy and ugly and always would be.
One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was to be held at Court and the
stepsisters were getting ready to go to it. Cinderella, didn't even dare ask, "What about me?" for
she knew very well what the answer to that would be:
"You? My dear girl, you're staying at home to wash the dishes, scrub the floors and turn down
the beds for your stepsisters. They will come home tired and very sleepy." Cinderella sighed at
the cat.
"Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!" and the cat murmured "Miaow".
Suddenly something amazing happened. In the kitchen, where Cinderella was sitting all by
herself, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared.
"Don't be alarmed, Cinderella," said the fairy. "The wind blew me your sighs. I know you would
love to go to the ball. And so you shall!"
"How can I, dressed in rags?" Cinderella replied. "The servants will turn me away!" The fairy
smiled. With a flick of her magic wand... Cinderella found herself wearing the most beautiful

dress, the loveliest ever seen in the realm.

"Now that we have settled the matter of the dress," said the fairy, "we'll need to get you a coach.
A real lady would never go to a ball on foot!"
"Quick! Get me a pumpkin!" she ordered.
"Oh of course," said Cinderella, rushing away. Then the fairy turned to the cat.
"You, bring me seven mice!"

"Seven

mice!" said the cat. "I didn't know fairies ate mice too!"
"They're not for eating, silly! Do as you are told!... and, remember they must
be alive!"
Cinderella soon returned with a fine pumpkin and the cat with seven mice he had
caught in the cellar.

"Good!" exclaimed the fairy. With a flick of her magic wand... wonder of wonders! The pumpkin
turned into a sparkling coach and the mice became six white horses, while the seventh mouse
turned into a coachman, in a smart uniform and carrying a whip. Cinderella could hardly believe
her eyes.
"I shall present you at Court. You will soon see that the Prince, in whose honor the ball is being
held, will be enchanted by your loveliness. But remember! You must leave the ball at midnight
and come home. For that is when the spell ends. Your coach will turn back into a pumpkin, the
horses will become mice again and the coachman will turn back into a mouse... and you will be
dressed again in rags and wearing clogs instead of these dainty little slippers! Do you
understand?" Cinderella smiled and said,
"Yes, I understand!"
When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the palace, a hush fell. Everyone stopped in midsentence to admire her elegance, her beauty and grace.
"Who can that be?" people asked each other. The two stepsisters also wondered who the
newcomer was, for never in a month of Sundays, would they ever have guessed that the beautiful
girl was really poor Cinderella who talked to the cat!
When the prince set eyes on Cinderella, he was struck by her beauty. Walking over to her, he
bowed deeply and asked her to dance. And to the great disappointment of all the young ladies, he
danced with Cinderella all evening.

"Who are you, fair maiden?" the Prince kept asking her. But Cinderella only
replied:
"What does it matter who I am! You will never see me again anyway."
"Oh, but I shall, I'm quite certain!" he replied.
Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball... But, all of a sudden, she heard
the sound of a clock: the first stroke of midnight! She remembered what the
fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she slipped from the Prince's
arms and ran down the steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but not for a
moment did she dream of stopping to pick it up! If the last stroke of midnight were
to sound... oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and vanished into the night.
The Prince, who was now madly in love with her, picked up her slipper and said to his ministers,
"Go and search everywhere for the girl whose foot this slipper fits. I will never be content until I
find her!" So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of all the girls... and on Cinderella's foot
as well... Surprise! The slipper fitted perfectly.
"That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at the ball," snapped the stepmother. "Tell the
Prince he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can't you see how ugly Cinderella is! Can't
you see?"
Suddenly she broke off, for the fairy had appeared.
"That's enough!" she exclaimed, raising her magic wand. In a flash, Cinderella appeared in a
splendid dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in
amazement, and the ministers said,
"Come with us, fair maiden! The Prince awaits to present you with his engagement ring!" So
Cinderella joyfully went with them, and lived happily ever after with her Prince. And as for the
cat, he just said "Miaow"!

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