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Nik Marcel (2Language Books)

Friday, 16 August 2013

Brothers Grimm: Green Book (English)

Brothers Grimm: Green Book

Original Edition:  German
Spanish partly translated anew from English.
English partly translated anew from Spanish.

Copyright © 2013 Nik Marcel
All rights reserved.
2Language Books
(A Bilingual Dual-Language Project)

Sleeping Beauty
Little Red-Cap
Hansel and Grethel
The Frog Prince
The Bremen Town Musicians
Snow-White and Rose-Red
The Fisherman and his Wife
The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs
The Young Giant

A rich man had a very sick wife, and when she saw that she was near her end, called her only daughter, and said to her:
“Dear child, be pious and good. Then God will protect you from the heavens, and I will not depart from your side; and will bless you.”
Soon afterwards, she closed her eyes and expired. The child went every day to mourn at the grave of her mother, and continued always being pious and good.
Winter came, and the snow covered the grave with a white blanket; spring came, and the sun spread gold on the flowers of the fields – and the father of the girl married again.
The wife brought two girls that had very beautiful faces, but very hard and cruel hearts; then began a very difficult time for the poor motherless girl.
“We do not want that this piece of goose sit by our side. One earns the bread that one eats: go to the kitchen with the maid.”
They took off her pretty clothes, put an old, patched gown on her, and shod her in wooden shoes.
“How dirty the proud princess is!” in laughing at her, and ordered her to go to the kitchen.
She had to work there from the morning until the night: rising early, carrying water, lighting the fire, sewing, and washing.
Her sisters also did her every possible injury: they teased her and tipped her food in the ashes, such that she had to get down and collect it.
In the night, when she was exhausted from so much work, she could not lie down – as she had no bed – and leaning to the side of the fireplace. As she was always full of dust and ashes, they called her Cinderella.
It happened that the father was once going to the fair, and he asked his two step-daughters what to bring them.
“A beautiful dress,” said one; “a nice ring,” added the second.
“And you, Cinderella, what do you want?” he said to her.
“Father, bring me the first branch you encounter on your way.”
For the two step-daughters he bought beautiful dresses and rings adorned with pearls and precious stones.
On his return, he passed through a forest covered with greenery. His hat caught on the branch of a bush, and he cut it off.
When he returned to his house, he gave the two step-daughters what they had requested, and the branch to Cinderella – for which she thanked him.
She ran to her mother's grave, planted the branch on it, and wept so much that it was watered by the tears. Without delay, it grew and turned into a splendid tree.
Cinderella went three times every day to see the tree: to weep and to pray. A little bird always came to rest on it; and when Cinderella felt any desire, in this act the little bird granted her that which she desired.
At the time the King was preparing to celebrate an important holiday – that was to last for three days – and he invited all the young women of the country: so that his son may select as a bride, the one that pleased him the most.
When the two step-sisters learnt that they would attend that festival, they called out to Cinderella and said to her: “Comb our hair, clean our shoes, and arrange our buckles, for we are going to a festival at the King’s palace.”
Cinderella cried as she listened, for she would have loved to accompany them to the dance; and so she pleaded with her step-mother to permit her.
“Cinderella,” she said; “you are full of dust and ashes, and you want to go to a festival? You have neither clothes nor shoes, and you want to dance?”
However, as the girl insisted in her pleas, she finally said to her: “A plate of lentils has fallen in the ashes. If you pick them out within two hours, you can come with us.”
The young girl went via the back door out into the garden, and she said: “Gentle pigeons, kind doves, birds of the sky... all of you come, and help me collect them. The good into the pot; the bad into the cauldron.”
Two white doves entered by the kitchen window; then came two turtle-doves; and finally all the birds of the sky began to flutter around the fireplace. They eventually lowered themselves into the ashes, and put all the good grains on the plate.
Then the girl took the dish to her stepmother, believing that she would be permitted to go to the festival; but the stepmother said: “No, Cinderella, you have no shoes and do not know how to dance; they would laugh at us.”
However, in watching Cinderella weep, she added: “If in one hour you can collect from the ashes two dishes full of lentils, you can come with us.”
Firmly believing that Cinderella could not do so, she tipped the two plates of lentils into the ashes, and then left. However the girl then went out into the garden (via the back door,) and said again:
“Gentle pigeons, kind doves, birds of the sky... come one and all, and help me to pick. The good into the pot; the bad into the cauldron.”
Two white doves entered by the kitchen window; then two turtle-doves; and finally all the birds of the sky began to flutter around the fireplace. They eventually lowered themselves into the ashes, and put all the good lentils on the dish.
Then the girl carried the dishes to her stepmother, believing she would permit her to go to the party, but she said: “It is totally useless; you cannot come, for you have no clothes and do not know how to dance; they will laugh at us.”
On this, she turned her back and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
As she was alone in the house, Cinderella went to her mother's grave beneath the tree, and began to cry out: “Little tree, give me a dress; make it be of gold and silver, and of beautiful cloth.”
The bird then gave her a gold and silver dress, and slippers embroidered with silver and silk; she then put on the dress and went to the party.
Her sisters and stepmother did not recognise her: they thought she was some foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought of Cinderella, believing that she was sitting at home picking out lentils.
The King’s son went to meet her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. He did not allow anyone else the chance to dance, since he never let go of her hand; and if anyone else came to invite her, he said to them, “This is my partner.”
She danced until dawn, and then decided to leave. The prince said to her: “I will depart and accompany you...” However, she took leave, and sprang into the pigeon-loft. The King's son then waited until her father came, and then he told him that the foreign maiden had leapt into the pigeon-loft.
The old man wondered if it could be Cinderella. He brought a pickaxe and a hammer, in order to knock down the loft. However, no one was inside.
When they reached Cinderella’s home, they found her sitting at the fireplace in her dirty cloths – Cinderella had entered and then very quietly left the loft, ran to her mother’s grave and took off her beautiful dress, (which the bird took,) and then, wearing her grey petticoat, went and sat in the kitchen.
The next day, when the time came for the festivities to start afresh, (and her parents and sisters had left,) Cinderella ran up to the tree and said: “Little tree, give me a dress; make it be of gold and silver, and of beautiful cloth.”
The bird then gave her a dress that was much more beautiful than the one from the day before; and when she presented herself at the festival in such an outfit, everyone was left amazed by her extraordinary beauty.
The prince, who was waiting, took her by the hand and danced with her all night long. When anyone came to invite her to dance, he said: “She is my partner.”
As dawn approached she wanted to leave, but the King’s son followed her to see which house she entered into. However, all of a sudden she slipped into the garden behind the house.
In it was a very tall and beautiful tree, on which hung impressive pears. Cinderella clambered up into its branches, and the prince could not see where she had gone.
However, he waited until her father came, and said to him: “the foreign damsel has escaped from me; it seems to me she has jumped up into the pear tree.”
The father wondered whether it could be Cinderella. Demanding an axe and a hatchet be brought, he knocked down the tree, but there was no one in it. When he reached the house, Cinderella was sitting by the fireplace, like the night before – for she had jumped down the other side of the tree, and had ran to her mother’s grave; there she left her beautiful gown for the bird, and grabbed her grey petticoat.
The following day, when her parents and sisters had left, Cinderella went once more to her mother’s grave, and said to the little tree: “Little tree, give me a dress; make it be of gold and silver, and of beautiful cloth.”
The bird then gave her a dress that was much more striking and magnificent than any of the ones before, and the slippers were entirely of gold; and when she presented herself at the festival, no one had the words to express their amazement.
The prince dance all the night with her, and when any one approached to invite her, he said, “This is my partner.”
At dawn, Cinderella insisted on leaving; the prince accompanied her; but she escaped so swiftly that he could not follow her.
However, the King’s son had ordered that tar be spread on the staircase, and the left shoe of the maiden became stuck to it. The prince saw that it was tiny, beautiful, and covered in gold.
The next day he went to see Cinderella’s father, and said to him: “I have decided to take as my wife she who slips nicely into this golden shoe.”
The two sisters were glad, for they had pretty feet. The eldest entered into her bedroom with the shoe, to try it on; however, she could not insert the foot, for her toes were too big and the shoe was very small.
Her mother gave her a knife and said: “Cut off your toes; when you are Queen you will never go on foot.”
The young lady cut off her toes, put the shoe on the foot, and hiding her pain, she went out to meet with the King’s son. Then he lifted her onto his horse, as if she was his bride, and then departed with her.
However, she had to pass near the grave of her stepfather’s first wife. Sitting on the tree were two pigeons, and they began to say: “Do not go ahead; wait a moment and see; the shoe is too small, and this bride is not the owner.”
He stopped, looked at her feet, and saw blood running. He then turned his horse, and returned to the fake bride’s house. He said that she was not the one he requested, and to try the shoe on the other sister.
The sister went into her bedroom, and her foot started slipping nicely into the shoe, but the heel was too thick. Her mother then handed her a knife and said: “Cut off a piece of the heel; for when you are Queen, you will never go by foot.”
The young woman cut a bit of the heel off, put her foot in the shoe, and concealing the pain, went out to see the King’s son. He raised her up onto his horse – as if she were his sweetheart – and left with her. When they passed in front of the tree, the two pigeons cried out: “Do not go ahead; wait a moment and see; the shoe is too small, and this bride is not the owner.”
He stopped, looked at her feet, and saw blood running; so he turned his horse and took the fake bride to her home.
“This is also not the one I seek,” he said; “do you have another daughter?”
“No,” replied the husband; “from my first wife I have a poor girl that we call Cinderella – for she is always in the kitchen – but she cannot be the bride that you seek.”
The King’s son insisted on seeing her, but the mother replied: “No… no, she is far too dirty for me to dare show you.”
However, he insisted that she come out, and so they had to call Cinderella.
First, she washed her face and hands, and then went out and presented herself to the prince, who handed her the golden slipper.
She sat on her bench, pulled off the heavy clog from her foot, and put on the shoe – it fitted perfectly. When she rose and the prince looked in her face, he recognised the beautiful maiden that had danced with him; and he said: “This is my real sweetheart.”
The stepmother and the two sisters turned white with rage, but the prince simply helped Cinderella onto his horse, and left with her; and when they passed in front of the tree, the two white doves said: “Proceed, prince; go on without stopping for a moment, for now you have found the owner of the little shoe.”
After saying this, they came flying down and placed themselves on Cinderella’s shoulders, one on the right and the other on the left.
When the wedding was to take place, the false sisters came to partake in the celebrations, and to accompany the bride and groom to the church – the elder went on the right; the younger on the left. The pigeons came and pecked the eldest in the right eye, and the youngest in the left eye.
On their return, the eldest was on the left and the youngest on the right; and the pigeons picked each girl in the other eye, leaving them totally blind for life – for their hypocrisy and jealousy.
There was once a couple who had wanted a child for a long time, until finally the wife gave in to hoping that God would fulfil her desires.
In the couples bedroom there was a small window, offering views of a beautiful garden in which were found all kinds of flowers and vegetables.
It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to a witch who was very powerful and feared by everyone.


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