CINDERELLA
By Brothers Grimm
Translated by Margaret Hunt
The wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt
that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and
said, “Dear child, be good and pious, and then the good God will always protect
thee, and I will look down on thee from heaven and be near thee.” Thereupon she
closed her eyes and departed. Every day the maiden went out to her mother’s
grave, and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread
a white sheet over the grave, and when the spring sun had drawn it off again,
the man had taken another wife.
The woman had brought two
daughters into the house with her, who were beautiful and fair of face, but
vile and black of heart. Now began a bad time for the poor step-child. “Is the
stupid goose to sit in the parlour with us?” said they. “He who wants to eat
bread must earn it; out with the kitchen-wench.” They took her pretty clothes
away from her, put an old grey bedgown on her, and gave her wooden shoes. “Just
look at the proud princess, how decked out she is!” they cried, and laughed,
and led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning till
night, get up before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook and wash. Besides
this, the sisters did her every imaginable injury — they mocked her and emptied
her peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she was forced to sit and pick
them out again. In the evening when she had worked till she was weary she had
no bed to go to, but had to sleep by the fireside in the ashes. And as on that
account she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella. It
happened that the father was once going to the fair, and he asked his two
step-daughters what he should bring back for them. “Beautiful dresses,” said
one, “Pearls and jewels,” said the second. “And thou, Cinderella,” said he,
“what wilt thou have?” “Father, break off for me the first branch which knocks
against your hat on your way home.” So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls and jewels
for his two step-daughters, and on his way home, as he was riding through a
green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then
he broke off the branch and took it with him. When he reached home he gave his
step-daughters the things which they had wished for, and to Cinderella he gave
the branch from the hazel-bush. Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother’s
grave and planted the branch on it, and wept so much that the tears fell down
on it and watered it. And it grew, however, and became a handsome tree. Thrice
a day Cinderella went and sat beneath it, and wept and prayed, and a little
white bird always came on the tree, and if Cinderella expressed a wish, the
bird threw down to her what she had wished for.
It happened, however, that
the King appointed a festival which was to last three days, and to which all
the beautiful young girls in the country were invited, in order that his son
might choose himself a bride. When the two step-sisters heard that they too
were to appear among the number, they were delighted, called Cinderella and
said, “Comb our hair for us, brush our shoes and fasten our buckles, for we are
going to the festival at the King’s palace.” Cinderella obeyed, but wept,
because she too would have liked to go with them to the dance, and begged her
step-mother to allow her to do so. “Thou go, Cinderella!” said she; “Thou art
dusty and dirty and wouldst go to the festival? Thou hast no clothes and shoes,
and yet wouldst dance!” As, however, Cinderella went on asking, the step-mother
at last said, “I have emptied a dish of lentils into the ashes for thee, if
thou hast picked them out again in two hours, thou shalt go with us.” The
maiden went through the back-door into the garden, and called, “You tame
pigeons, you turtle-doves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me
to pick
“The good into the pot, The
bad into the crop.”
Then two white pigeons came
in by the kitchen-window, and afterwards the turtle-doves, and at last all the
birds beneath the sky, came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst the
ashes. And the pigeons nodded with their heads and began pick, pick, pick,
pick, and the rest began also pick, pick, pick, pick, and gathered all the good
grains into the dish. Hardly had one hour passed before they had finished, and
all flew out again. Then the girl took the dish to her step-mother, and was
glad, and believed that now she would be allowed to go with them to the
festival. But the step-mother said, “No, Cinderella, thou hast no clothes and thou
canst not dance; thou wouldst only be laughed at.” And as Cinderella wept at
this, the step-mother said, “If thou canst pick two dishes of lentils out of
the ashes for me in one hour, thou shalt go with us.” And she thought to
herself, “That she most certainly cannot do.” When the step-mother had emptied
the two dishes of lentils amongst the ashes, the maiden went through the
back-door into the garden and cried, You tame pigeons, you turtle-doves, and
all you birds under heaven, come and help me to pick
“The good into the pot, The
bad into the crop.”
Then two white pigeons came
in by the kitchen-window, and afterwards the turtle-doves, and at length all
the birds beneath the sky, came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst
the ashes. And the doves nodded with their heads and began pick, pick, pick,
pick, and the others began also pick, pick, pick, pick, and gathered all the
good seeds into the dishes, and before half an hour was over they had already
finished, and all flew out again. Then the maiden carried the dishes to the
step-mother and was delighted, and believed that she might now go with them to
the festival. But the step-mother said, “All this will not help thee; thou
goest not with us, for thou hast no clothes and canst not dance; we should be
ashamed of thee!” On this she turned her back on Cinderella, and hurried away
with her two proud daughters.
As no one was now at home,
Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel-tree, and cried,
“Shiver and quiver, little
tree, Silver and gold throw down over me.”
Then the bird threw a gold
and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver.
She put on the dress with all speed, and went to the festival. Her step-sisters
and the step-mother however did not know her, and thought she must be a foreign
princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once
thought of Cinderella, and believed that she was sitting at home in the dirt,
picking lentils out of the ashes. The prince went to meet her, took her by the
hand and danced with her. He would dance with no other maiden, and never left
loose of her hand, and if any one else came to invite her, he said, “This is my
partner.”
She danced till it was
evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the King’s son said, “I will go
with thee and bear thee company,” for he wished to see to whom the beautiful
maiden belonged. She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the
pigeon-house. The King’s son waited until her father came, and then he told him
that the stranger maiden had leapt into the pigeon-house. The old man thought,
“Can it be Cinderella?” and they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he
might hew the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they
got home Cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and a dim little
oil-lamp was burning on the mantle-piece, for Cinderella had jumped quickly
down from the back of the pigeon-house and had run to the little hazel-tree,
and there she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave,
and the bird had taken them away again, and then she had placed herself in the
kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.
Next day when the festival
began afresh, and her parents and the step-sisters had gone once more, Cinderella
went to the hazel-tree and said —-
“Shiver and quiver, my
little tree, Silver and gold throw down over me.”
Then the bird threw down a
much more beautiful dress than on the preceding day. And when Cinderella
appeared at the festival in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty.
The King’s son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand
and danced with no one but her. When others came and invited her, he said, “She
is my partner.” When evening came she wished to leave, and the King’s son
followed her and wanted to see into which house she went. But she sprang away
from him, and into the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall
tree on which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly between
the branches like a squirrel that the King’s son did not know where she was
gone. He waited until her father came, and said to him, “The stranger-maiden
has escaped from me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear-tree.” The
father thought, “Can it be Cinderella?” and had an axe brought and cut the tree
down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the kitchen, Cinderella lay
there amongst the ashes, as usual, for she had jumped down on the other side of
the tree, had taken the beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree,
and put on her grey gown.
On the third day, when the
parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went once more to her mother’s
grave and said to the little tree —-
“Shiver and quiver, my
little tree, Silver and gold throw down over me.”
And now the bird threw down
to her a dress which was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet
had, and the slippers were golden. And when she went to the festival in the dress,
no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The King’s son danced with her only,
and if any one invited her to dance, he said, “She is my partner.”
When evening came,
Cinderella wished to leave, and the King’s son was anxious to go with her, but
she escaped from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The King’s son
had, however, used a strategem, and had caused the whole staircase to be
smeared with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden’s left slipper
remained sticking. The King’s son picked it up, and it was small and dainty,
and all golden. Next morning, he went with it to the father, and said to him,
“No one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits.” Then
were the two sisters glad, for they had pretty feet. The eldest went with the
shoe into her room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by. But she
could not get her big toe into it, and the shoe was too small for her. Then her
mother gave her a knife and said, “Cut the toe off; when thou art Queen thou wilt
have no more need to go on foot.” The maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot
into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the King’s son. Then he took
her on his his horse as his bride and rode away with her. They were, however,
obliged to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree, sat the two pigeons
and cried,
“Turn and peep, turn and
peep, There’s blood within the shoe,
The shoe it is too small
for her, The true bride waits for you.”
Then he looked at her foot
and saw how the blood was streaming from it. He turned his horse round and took
the false bride home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the
other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this one went into her chamber and
got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was too large. So her mother
gave her a knife and said, “Cut a bit off thy heel; when thou art Queen thou
wilt have no more need to go on foot.” The maiden cut a bit off her heel,
forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the King’s
son. He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away with her, but when
they passed by the hazel-tree, two little pigeons sat on it and cried,
“Turn and peep, turn and
peep, There’s blood within the shoe
The shoe it is too small
for her, The true bride waits for you.”
He looked down at her foot
and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her
white stocking. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home again.
“This also is not the right one,” said he, “have you no other daughter?” “No,”
said the man, “There is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife
left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride.” The King’s son said he
was to send her up to him; but the mother answered, “Oh, no, she is much too dirty,
she cannot show herself!” He absolutely insisted on it, and Cinderella had to
be called. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed
down before the King’s son, who gave her the golden shoe. Then she seated
herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and put it into
the slipper, which fitted like a glove. And when she rose up and the King’s son
looked at her face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with him
and cried, “That is the true bride!” The step-mother and the two sisters were
terrified and became pale with rage; he, however, took Cinderella on his horse
and rode away with her. As they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves
cried —-
“Turn and peep, turn and
peep, No blood is in the shoe, The shoe is not too small for her, The true
bride rides with you,”
and when they had cried
that, the two came flying down and placed themselves on Cinderella’s shoulders,
one on the right, the other on the left, and remained sitting there.
When the wedding with the
King’s son had to be celebrated, the two false sisters came and wanted to get
into favour with Cinderella and share her good fortune. When the betrothed
couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the younger at the
left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye of each of them. Afterwards as they
came back, the elder was at the left, and the younger at the right, and then
the pigeons pecked out the other eye of each. And thus, for their wickedness
and falsehood, they were punished with blindness as long as they lived.
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