<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756207418844386470</id><updated>2024-08-28T16:18:01.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tales.....童話</title><subtitle type='html'>Fairy tales...powerful magic in the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756207418844386470.post-7459287945668201024</id><published>2012-08-10T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-10T13:45:10.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Bargain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;There was once a peasant who had driven his cow to the
        fair, and sold her for seven talers. On the way home he had to pass a pond, and already
        from afar he heard the frogs crying, aik, aik, aik, aik. Well, said he to himself, they
        are talking without rhyme or reason, it is seven that I have received, not eight. When he
        got to the water, he cried to them, stupid animals that you are. Don&#39;t you know better
        than that. It is seven thalers and not eight. The frogs, however, stuck to their, aik aik,
        aik, aik. Come, then, if you won&#39;t believe it, I can count it out to you. And he took his
        money out of his pocket and counted out the seven talers, always reckoning four and twenty
        groschen to a taler. The frogs, however, paid no attention to his reckoning, but still
        cried, aik, aik, aik, aik. What, cried the peasant, quite angry, if you know better than
        I, count it yourselves, and threw all the money at them into the water. He stood still and
        wanted to wait until they were through and had returned to him what was his, but the frogs
        maintained their opinion and cried continually, aik, aik, aik, aik. And besides that, did
        not throw the money out again. He still waited a long while until evening came on and he
        was forced to go home. Then he abused the frogs and cried, you water-splashers, you
        thick-heads, you goggle-eyes, you have great mouths and can screech till you hurt one&#39;s
        ears, but you cannot count seven talers. Do you think I&#39;m going to stand here till you get
        through. And with that he went away, but the frogs still cried, aik, aik, aik, aik, after
        him till he went home sorely vexed. After a while he bought another cow, which he
        slaughtered, and he made the calculation that if he sold the meat well he might gain as
        much as the two cows were worth, and have the hide into the bargain. When therefore he got
        to the town with the meat, a great pack of dogs were gathered together in front of the
        gate, with a large greyhound at the head of them, which jumped at the meat, sniffed at it,
        and barked, wow, wow, wow. As there was no stopping him, the peasant said to him, yes,
        yes, I know quite well that you are saying wow, wow, wow, because you want some of the
        meat, but I should be in a fine state if I were to give it to you. The dog, however,
        answered nothing but wow, wow. Will you promise not to devour it all then, and will you go
        bail for your companions. Wow, wow, wow, said the dog. Well, if you insist on it, I will
        leave it for you, I know you well, and know whom you serve, but this I tell you, I must
        have my money in three days or else it will go ill with you, you can just bring it out to
        me. Thereupon he unloaded the meat and turned back again. The dogs fell upon it and loudly
        barked, wow, wow. The countryman, who heard them from afar, said to himself, hark, now
        they all want some, but the big one is responsible to me for it. When three days had
        passed, the countryman thought, to-night my money will be in my pocket, and was quite
        delighted. But no one would come and pay it. There is no trusting any one now, said he. At
        last he lost patience, and went into the town to the butcher and demanded his money. The
        butcher thought it was a joke, but the peasant said, jesting apart, I will have my money.
        Did not the big dog bring you the whole of the slaughtered cow three days ago. Then the
        butcher grew angry, snatched a broomstick and drove him out. Wait, said the peasant, there
        is still some justice in the world, and went to the royal palace and begged for an
        audience. He was led before the king, who sat there with his daughter, and asked him what
        injury he had suffered. Alas, said he, the frogs and the dogs have taken from me what is
        mine, and the butcher has paid me for it with the stick. And he related at full length
        what had happened. Thereupon the king&#39;s daughter began to laugh heartily, and the king
        said to him, I cannot give you justice in this, but you shall have my daughter to wife for
        it - in her whole life she has never yet laughed as she has just done at you, and I have
        promised her to him who could make her laugh. You may thank God for your good fortune. Oh,
        answered the peasant, I do not want her at all. I have a wife already, and she is one too
        many for me, when I go home, it is just as if I had a wife standing in every corner. Then
        the king grew angry, and said, you are a boor. Ah, lord king, replied the peasant, what
        can you expect from an ox, but beef. Stop, answered the king, you shall have another
        reward. Be off now, but come back in three days, and then you shall have five hundred
        counted out in full. When the peasant went out by the gate, the sentry said, you have made
        the king&#39;s daughter laugh, so you will certainly receive something good. Yes, that is what
        I think, answered the peasant, five hundred are to be counted out to me. Listen, said the
        soldier, give me some of it. What can you do with all that money. As it is you, said the
        peasant, you shall have two hundred, present yourself in three days, time before the king,
        and let it be paid to you. A Jew, who was standing by and had heard the conversation, ran
        after the peasant, held him by the coat, and said, oh, wonder of God, what a child of
        fortune you are. I will change it for you, I will change it for you into small coins, what
        do you want with the great talers. Jew, said the countryman, three hundred can you still
        have, give it to me at once in coin, in three days from this, you will be paid for it by
        the king. The Jew was delighted with the small profit, and brought the sum in bad
        groschen, three of which were worth two good ones. After three days had passed, according
        to the king&#39;s command, the peasant went before the king. Pull his coat off, said the
        latter, and he shall have his five hundred. Ah, said the peasant, they no longer belong to
        me, I presented two hundred of them to the sentry, and three hundred the Jew has changed
        for me, so by right nothing at all belongs to me. In the meantime the soldier and the Jew
        entered and claimed what they had gained from the peasant, and they received the blows
        strictly counted out. The soldier bore it patiently and knew already how it tasted, but
        the Jew said sorrowfully, alas, alas, are these the heavy talers. The king could not help
        laughing at the peasant, and when all his anger was spent, he said, as you have already
        lost your reward before it fell to your lot, I will give you compensation. Go into my
        treasure chamber and get some money for yourself, as much as you will. The peasant did not
        need to be told twice, and stuffed into his big pockets whatsoever would go in. Afterwards
        he went to an inn and counted out his money. The Jew had crept after him and heard how he
        muttered to himself, that rogue of a king has cheated me after all, why could he not have
        given me the money himself, and then I should have known what I had. How can I tell now if
        what I have had the luck to put in my pockets is right or not. Good heavens, said the Jew
        to himself, that man is speaking disrespectfully of our lord the king, I will run and
        inform, and then I shall get a reward, and he will be punished as well. When the king
        heard of the peasant&#39;s words he fell into a passion, and commanded the Jew to go and bring
        the offender to him. The Jew ran to the peasant, you are to go at once to the lord king in
        the very clothes you have on. I know what&#39;s right better than that, answered the peasant,
        I shall have a new coat made first. Do you think that a man with so much money in his
        pocket should go there in his ragged old coat. The Jew, as he saw that the peasant would
        not stir without another coat, and as he feared that if the king&#39;s anger cooled, he
        himself would lose his reward, and the peasant his punishment, said, I will out of pure
        friendship lend you a coat for the short time. What people will not do for love. The
        peasant was contented with this, put the Jew&#39;s coat on, and went off with him. The king
        reproached the countryman because of the evil speaking of which the Jew had informed him.
        Ah, said the peasant, what a Jew says is always false - no true word ever comes out of his
        mouth. That rascal there is capable of maintaining that I have his coat on. What is that,
        shrieked the Jew, is the coat not mine. Have I not lent it to you out of pure friendship,
        in order that you might appear before the lord king. When the king heard that, he said,
        the Jew has assuredly deceived one or the other of us, either myself or the peasant. And
        again he ordered something to be counted out to him in hard thalers. The peasant, however,
        went home in the good coat, with the good money in his pocket, and said to himself, this
        time I have made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/feeds/7459287945668201024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-good-bargain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default/7459287945668201024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default/7459287945668201024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-good-bargain.html' title='The Good Bargain'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxf-0nwHlvXgPew0_zqU_k7T8OQmLwbOyl20gkO-CBhCvrtFvh27c5EYwYWu4San9RZW95Z_WkT3Da8TSXBmxKWLxCiTfmGv7yCVD-f60K6x6zZ1TAPFvt8uq91C25XpYfyTYTMAvt6uoe/s72-c/The+Good+Bargain+.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756207418844386470.post-2696193444350156227</id><published>2012-08-02T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-02T01:04:38.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十二兄弟</title><content type='html'>从前有一个国王和一个王后，他们幸福地生活在一起，并且生了十二个孩子，可这十二个孩子全是男孩。国王对王后说：“你快要生第十三个孩子了。要是这
个孩子是个女孩，我就下令杀掉那十二个男孩，好让她得到更多的财产，并且让她继承王位。”国王不只是说说而已，他甚至让人做了十二副棺材，在棺材里装满刨
花，还在里面放上一个小寿枕。他让人把棺材全部锁进一个密室，把秘室的钥匙交给王后，不许她告诉任何人。&lt;br /&gt;
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　　做母亲的现在整天坐在那里伤心，终于有一天，一直和她呆在一起的最小的儿子——她给他起了个《圣经》上的名字便雅明——问她：“亲爱的妈妈，你为什么
这样忧伤？”“亲爱的孩子，”她回答，“我不能告诉你。”可是便雅明老是缠着王后，终于逼得她打开了密室，让他看了那十二副里面装满了刨花的棺材。她随后
说：“我亲爱的便雅明，这些棺材是你父亲为你和你的十一个哥哥准备的，因为如果我生下一个小妹妹，你们就会被杀死，用这些棺材埋葬掉。”她边说边哭，便雅
明安慰她说：“别哭了，亲爱的妈妈，我们不会被杀死的。我们可以逃走。”可是王后说：“你和十一个哥哥逃到森林里去吧！你们要时刻派人在能找到的最高的树
上放哨，注视城堡里的高塔。如果我生下的是个小弟弟，我就升起一面白旗，你们就可以回来了。如果我生下的是个小妹妹，我就升起一面红旗，你们就赶紧远走高
飞，愿上帝保佑你们。我每天晚上都会起来为你们祈祷，祈祷你们在冬天能有炉火暖暖身子，祈祷你们在夏天不要中暑。”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　在接受了母亲的祝福之后，十二位王子便来到了森林里。他们一个个轮流放哨，坐在最高的橡树上，望着王宫里的高塔。十一天过去了，轮到便雅明放哨。他看
到高塔上升起了一面旗子，可这旗子不是白色的，而是血红色的，这意味着他们只有死路一条。当便雅明的哥哥们听到这个消息后都气坏了，说：“难道要我们大家
为一个女孩去死吗？我们发誓要为自己报仇，不管在什么地方，只要见到女孩，就一定让她流出鲜红的血液！”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　于是，他们便向森林的深处走去，在森林中最黑暗的地方发现了一座被人使了魔法的小空屋。他们说：“我们就住在这里。便雅明，你是我们当中年纪最小、身
子最弱的，所以你就呆在家里看家，我们其他人出去找吃的东西。”随后，他们走进林子去射野兔、野鹿、各种各样的鸟和鸽子，并且寻找任何可以吃的东西，一起
带回来给便雅明，让他做好了给大家填肚子。他们在这小屋子里一起生活了十年，并没有感到时间很长。&lt;br /&gt;
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　　王后生下的小姑娘现在也长大了。她心地善良，美丽可爱，额头上还有一颗金色的星星。一天大扫除，她看到洗的衣服里有十二件男衬衣，便问她的妈妈：“这
些衬衣是谁穿的呀？它们太小了，肯定不是爸爸穿的。”王后心情沉重地回答：“亲爱的孩子，这些是你十二个哥哥的衣服。”小姑娘说：“我的十二个哥哥在哪里
呀？我怎么从来没有听说过他们呀？”王后回答：“他们四处流浪，只有上帝才知道他们在哪里。”说着，王后把小姑娘带到密室那里，打开门，让她看了里面装着
刨花和寿枕的十二副棺材。她说：“这些棺材是为你的哥哥们准备的，但他们在你出世前偷偷逃跑了。”王后把事情的的经过原原本本地告诉了小姑娘，而小姑娘则
说：“不要伤心，亲爱的妈妈。我去把哥哥们找回来。”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　于是，她带上那十二件衬衣，径直向森林走去。她走了整整一天，傍晚时来到了这座被人使了魔法的小屋。她走进小屋，看到里面有个少年。看到她长得非常漂
亮，而且身上穿着华丽的衣服，额头上还有一颗金色的星星，少年感到很惊讶，便问：“你从哪里来？要到哪里去？”她回答：“我是公主，在寻找我的十二个哥
哥。哪怕是走到天涯海角，我也一定要找到他们。”她说着便拿出他们的十二件衬衣给他看，便雅明这才知道她是他的妹妹。他说：“我叫便雅明，是你最小的哥
哥。”公主高兴得哭了起来，便雅明也流下了热泪。他们亲热地又是亲吻又是拥抱。过了一会儿，便雅明说：“亲爱的妹妹，我们还有一件麻烦事。我们十二个人发
过誓，要杀掉我们见到的任何一个姑娘，因为我们就是为了一个女孩而被迫逃离王国的。”她说：“只要能救我的十二个哥哥，我愿意去死。”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　“不行，”便雅明回答，“你不会死的。你先躲在这只桶下面，等十一个哥哥回来，我会说服他们的。”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　于是，公主便躲到了桶下面。晚上，另外十一位王子打猎回来时，便雅明已经把晚饭做好了。他们在桌子旁坐下来，边吃边问：“有什么新闻吗？”便雅明说：
“难道你们什么也不知道？”“没有，”他们回答。便雅明说：“你们去了森林，我一个人呆在家里，可我知道的却比你们知道的还要多。”“快告诉我们吧，”他
们嚷道。他说：“不过你们得向我保证，决不杀死见到的第一个女孩。”“好的，”他们一起说，“我们饶了她。快把新闻告诉我们吧。”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　便雅明说：“我们的妹妹来了！”然后，他提起木桶，公主从里面走出来了。只见她穿着华丽的衣服，额头上有一颗金色的星星，显得非常美丽、温柔、文雅。他们一个个喜出望外，搂着她的脖子，亲吻她，真心实意地爱她。&lt;br /&gt;
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　　从此，她便和便雅明呆在家里，帮他做家务。十一个哥哥去森林里打猎，抓来鹿、斑鸠和别的鸟，让小妹妹和便雅明仔细烧好了填肚子。小姑娘出去捡柴火，采
来花草当蔬菜，把锅子放在火塘上，总是在十一个哥哥回来之前把饭菜做好。她还收拾小屋，给小床铺上了漂漂亮亮、干干净净的床单。哥哥们对她非常满意，和她
快乐地生活在一起。&lt;br /&gt;
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　　有一天，留在家里的公主和便雅明做了一顿非常丰盛的饭菜，等着哥哥们回来后一起坐下来开心地又吃又喝。这座被人使了魔法的屋子有个小花园，里面开着十
二朵百合花。公主想让哥哥们高兴一下，便摘下了那十二朵花，准备在吃晚饭时送给每位哥哥一朵。但是，就在她摘下那些百合花的同时，十二个哥哥变成了十二只
乌鸦，从森林上空飞了过去。屋子和花园也立刻消失了，荒凉的森林里现在只剩下了公主一个人。她朝四周看了看，见身边站着一位老太婆。老太婆说：“我的孩
子，瞧你都干了些什么！你为什么不让那些花长在那儿呢？那些花就是你的哥哥呀。他们现在要永远变成乌鸦了。” &lt;br /&gt;
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　　小姑娘哭着问：“难道没有办法救他们了吗？”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　“没有，”老太婆说，“这个世界上只有一个办法能救你的哥哥们，可这个办法太难了，你不会愿意用这个办法救他们的，因为你要做七年哑巴，不能说话也不能笑。要是你说了一个字，哪怕是离七年只有一个小时，你的一切努力都会付诸东流——他们会因你说了一个字而全部死掉。”&lt;br /&gt;
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　　公主心中想：“我知道，我一定能救活我的哥哥们。”于是，她就走到一棵大树旁，爬上去坐在上面纺纱，既不说话也不笑。说来也巧，一位年轻的国王打猎来
到了这座森林。国王有条大狼犬，它跑到公主坐着的大树下，不停地围着大树跳上跳下，对着姑娘吠叫不止。国王跟了过来，看到了额头上有金色星星的美丽公主，
一下子就被她的美貌迷住了。他大声问她愿不愿意做他的妻子。她没有开口回答，但微微点了点头。于是，国王便亲自爬到树上，把她抱下来放到马背上，带着她回
到宫中。庄严的婚礼壮观而又热闹，可新娘却既不说话也不欢笑。他们一起幸福地生活了好几年。国王的母亲是个邪恶的女人，开始说新王后的坏话了，她对国王
说：“你带回来的姑娘是个穷要饭的。谁知道她在搞什么鬼名堂呢！就算她是个哑巴，就算她不会说话，可她总能笑一笑吧？从来不笑的人一定心肠很坏！”国王起
初不相信这些话，可他的母亲一直在他的面前念叨，而且总是说王后干了这样那样的坏事，到后来，国王终于被蒙住了，而且判了王后死刑。&lt;br /&gt;
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　　王宫的院子里点燃了一大堆火，王后将被这堆火烧死。国王站在楼上的窗口前，眼泪汪汪地看着，因为他仍然深深地爱着王后。就在王后被紧紧地绑在火刑架
上，红红的火舌开始吞噬她的衣裳时，七年的最后一刹那终于过去了。空中传来了一阵呼啦呼啦的声音，十二只乌鸦飞到这里落了下来。它们刚落地就变成了王后的
十二个哥哥。他们拆掉火堆，扑灭火焰，把他们的好妹妹放了下来，并且亲吻她、拥抱她。王后现在终于能开口说话了，她把自己当哑巴、从来不笑的原因告诉了国
王。国王知道她清白无辜后，非常高兴，与她幸福地生活在一起，直到白发千古。国王那邪恶的母亲受到了审判，被塞进一只装着沸油和毒蛇的大桶，死得很惨。&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/feeds/2696193444350156227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-twelve-brothers-cn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default/2696193444350156227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default/2696193444350156227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-twelve-brothers-cn.html' title='十二兄弟'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBuld9Jgoz9gSs6c69YS6Ksv9LPdb7Qbav9FHqZE7frT9G5KUQayiOhPEOk6bxPEGaSXb1KwNhXIAekf1ii_Ib7ia9A-tSFvbOJ-sjq4pvs0xEfp_JPdZAdw8JZW4r6jA8kBOrgX0hv6S/s72-c/il_570xN.204923749.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756207418844386470.post-2128865855370732086</id><published>2012-08-02T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-02T00:57:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twelve Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;There were once upon a time a king and a queen who lived happily
        together and had twelve children, but they were all boys. Then said the king to his wife,
        if the thirteenth child which you are about to bring into the world, is a girl, the twelve
        boys shall die, in order that her possessions may be great, and that the kingdom may fall
        to her alone. He even caused twelve coffins to be made, which were already filled with
        shavings, and in each lay a little death pillow, and he had them taken into a locked-up
        room, and then he gave the queen the key of it, and bade her not to speak of this to
        anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;The mother, however, now sat and lamented all day long, until the
        youngest son, who was always with her, and whom she had named benjamin, from the bible,
        said to her, dear mother, why are you so sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Dearest child, she answered, I may not tell you. But he let her have
        no rest until she went and unlocked the room, and showed him the twelve coffins ready
        filled with shavings. Then she said, my dearest benjamin, your father has had these
        coffins made for you and for your eleven brothers, for if I bring a little girl into the
        world, you are all to be killed and buried in them. And as she wept while she was saying
        this, the son comforted her and said, weep not, dear mother, we will save ourselves, and
        go hence. But she said, go forth into the forest with your eleven brothers, and let one
        sit constantly on the highest tree which can be found, and keep watch, looking towards the
        tower here in the castle. If I give birth to a little son, I will put up a white flag, and
        then you may venture to come back. But if I bear a daughter, I will hoist a red flag, and
        then fly hence as quickly as you are able, and may the good God protect you. And every
        night I will rise up and pray for you - in winter that you may be able to warm yourself at
        a fire, and in summer that you may not faint away in the heat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;After she had blessed her sons therefore, they went forth into the
        forest. They each kept watch in turn, and sat on the highest oak and looked towards the
        tower. When eleven days had passed and the turn came to benjamin, he saw that a flag was
        being raised. It was, however, not the white, but the blood-red flag which announced that
        they were all to die. When the brothers heard that, they were very angry and said, are we
        all to suffer death for the sake of a girl. We swear that we will avenge ourselves -
        wheresoever we find a girl, her red blood shall flow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Thereupon they went deeper into the forest, and in the midst of it,
        where it was the darkest, they found a little bewitched hut, which was standing empty.
        Then said they, here we will dwell, and you benjamin, who are the youngest and weakest,
        you shall stay at home and keep house, we others will go out and fetch food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Then they went into the forest and shot hares, wild deer, birds and
        pigeons, and whatsoever there was to eat. This they took to benjamin, who had to dress it
        for them in order that they might appease their hunger. They lived together ten years in
        the little hut, and the time did not appear long to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;The little daughter which their mother the queen had given birth to,
        was now grown up. She was good of heart, and fair of face, and had a golden star on her
        forehead. Once, on a great washing, she saw twelve men&#39;s shirts among the things, and
        asked her mother, to whom do these twelve shirts belong, for they are far too small for
        father. Then the queen answered with a heavy heart, dear child, these belong to your
        twelve brothers. Said the maiden, where are my twelve brothers, I have never yet heard of
        them. She replied, God knows where they are, they are wandering about the world. Then she
        took the maiden and opened the chamber for her, and showed her the twelve coffins with the
        shavings, and the death pillows. These coffins, said she, were destined for your brothers,
        who went away secretly before you were born, and she related to her how everything had
        happened. Then said the maiden, dear mother, weep not, I will go and seek my brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;So she took the twelve shirts and went forth, and straight into the
        great forest. She walked the whole day, and in the evening she came to the bewitched hut.
        Then she entered it and found a young boy, who asked, from whence do you come, and whither
        are you bound, and was astonished that she was so beautiful, and wore royal garments, and
        had a star on her forehead. And she answered, I am a king&#39;s daughter, and am seeking my
        twelve brothers, and I will walk as far as the sky is blue until I find them. And she
        showed him the twelve shirts which belonged to them. Then benjamin saw that she was his
        sister, and said, I am benjamin, your youngest brother. And she began to weep for joy, and
        benjamin wept also, and they kissed and embraced each other with the greatest love. But
        after this he said, dear sister, there is still one difficulty. We have agreed that every
        maiden whom we meet shall die, because we have been obliged to leave our kingdom on
        account of a girl. Then said she, I will willingly die, if by so doing I can save my
        twelve brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;No, answered he, you shall not die. Seat yourself beneath this tub
        until our eleven brothers come, and then I will soon come to an agreement with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;She did so, and when it was night the others came from hunting, and
        their dinner was ready. And as they were sitting at table, and eating, they asked, what
        news is there. Said benjamin, don&#39;t you know anything. No, they answered. He continued,
        you have been in the forest and I have stayed at home, and yet I know more than you do.
        Tell us then, they cried. He answered, but promise me that the first maiden who meets us
        shall not be killed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Yes, they all cried, she shall have mercy, only do tell us. Then
        said he, our sister is here, and he lifted up the tub, and the king&#39;s daughter came forth
        in her royal garments with the golden star on her forehead, and she was beautiful,
        delicate and fair. Then they were all rejoiced, and fell on her neck, and kissed and loved
        her with all their hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Now she stayed at home with benjamin and helped him with the work.
        The eleven went into the forest and caught game, and deer, and birds, and wood-pigeons
        that they might have food, and the little sister and benjamin took care to make it ready
        for them. She sought for the wood for cooking and herbs for vegetables, and put the pans
        on the fire so that the dinner was always ready when the eleven came. She likewise kept
        order in the little house, and put beautifully white clean coverings on the little beds
        and the brothers were always contented and lived in great harmony with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time the two at home had prepared a wonderful feast, and
        when they were all together, they sat down and ate and drank and were full of gladness.
        There was, however, a little garden belonging to the bewitched house wherein stood twelve
        lily flowers, which are likewise called student-lilies. She wished to give her brothers
        pleasure, and plucked the twelve flowers, and thought she would present each brother with
        one while at dinner. But at the self-same moment that she plucked the flowers the twelve
        brothers were changed into twelve ravens, and flew away over the forest, and the house and
        garden vanished likewise. And now the poor maiden was alone in the wild forest, and when
        she looked around, an old woman was standing near her who said, my child, what have you
        done. Why did you not leave the twelve white flowers growing. They were your brothers, who
        are now forevermore changed into ravens. The maiden said, weeping, is there no way of
        saving them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;No, said the woman, there is but one in the whole world, and that is
        so hard that you will not save them by it, for you must be dumb for seven years, and may
        not speak or laugh, and if you speak one single word, and only an hour of the seven years
        is wanting, all is in vain, and your brothers will be killed by the one word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Then said the maiden in her heart, I know with certainty that I
        shall set my brothers free, and went and sought a high tree and seated herself in it and
        spun, and neither spoke nor laughed. Now it so happened that a king was hunting in the
        forest, who had a great greyhound which ran to the tree on which the maiden was sitting,
        and sprang about it, whining, and barking at her. Then the king came by and saw the
        beautiful king&#39;s daughter with the golden star on her brow, and was so charmed with her
        beauty that he called to ask her if she would be his wife. She made no answer, but nodded
        a little with her head. So he climbed up the tree himself, carried her down, placed her on
        his horse, and bore her home. Then the wedding was solemnized with great magnificence and
        rejoicing, but the bride neither spoke nor smiled. When they had lived happily together
        for a few years, the king&#39;s mother, who was a wicked woman, began to slander the young
        queen, and said to the king, this is a common beggar girl whom you have brought back with
        you. Who knows what wicked tricks she practises secretly. Even if she be dumb, and not
        able to speak, she still might laugh for once. But those who do not laugh have bad
        consciences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;At first the king would not believe it, but the old woman urged this
        so long, and accused her of so many evil things, that at last the king let himself be
        persuaded and sentenced her to death. And now a great fire was lighted in the courtyard in
        which she was to be burnt, and the king stood above at the window and looked on with
        tearful eyes, because he still loved her so much. And when she was bound fast to the
        stake, and the fire was licking at her clothes with its red tongue, the last instant of
        the seven years expired. Then a whirring sound was heard in the air, and twelve ravens
        came flying towards the place, and sank downwards, and when they touched the earth they
        were her twelve brothers, whom she had saved. They tore the fire asunder, extinguished the
        flames, set their dear sister free, and kissed and embraced her. And now as she dared to
        open her mouth and speak, she told the king why she had been dumb, and had never laughed.
        The king rejoiced when he heard that she was innocent, and they all lived in great unity
        until their death. The wicked step-mother was taken before the judge, and put into a
        barrel filled with boiling oil and venomous snakes, and died an evil death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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从前爆发了一场大战，国王招募了许多士兵，而发给士兵的军饷少得可怜，士兵简直无以聊生。于是，三个士兵相约逃跑。只听一个士兵对另两个说：“如果
我们被抓住，就会被绞死，怎样才能顺利地逃走呢？”另一个说：“瞧那边不是块玉米地吗？如果我们藏到里面，谁能找到我们？再说，部队又不许进入玉米地，何
况明天他们就要出发了！”他们偷偷溜进了玉米地。不过部队并没有像他们想象的那样出发，而是继续驻扎在玉米地的周围。他们三人在里面藏了两天两夜，简直快
饿死了。如果他们现在就出来那是必死无疑了。他们想：“如果在这里悄悄死去，那逃跑又有什么意义呢？”正在这时，空中有一条火龙，向他们飞下来，问他们为
什么藏在那儿。他们告诉它说：“我们三个都是当兵的，由于军饷太少，就当了逃兵。可现在，呆在这里我们只会饿死，就是出去也会被绞死。”“假如你们甘愿为
我当七年的奴仆，”龙说，“我保证能把你们带出去，根本不会被抓住。”“既然如此，我们还有什么法子呢？”他们回答说。于是龙用爪子钳住他们三个，飞过军
营的上空，最后将他们放到了远处的地上。原来这条龙不是别人，而是一个魔鬼，他给了三人一条小鞭，说：“只要将鞭子啪啪地抽响，你们四周就会涌现许多金
子，要多少就有多少。这样你们就可以过上富翁的生活，有马骑，有车坐。可七年一过，你们就归我啦！”他拿着一本簿子逼着他们一一签字。“不过到时后我会给
你们一个谜语猜，”他接着说，“如果猜对了，你们就自由了，不再属我的管束了。”说完，龙便飞走了。&lt;br /&gt;
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   他们就带着鞭子开始旅行了，果然他们有了许多金子。他们换上了华丽的衣服，招摇过市；他们住的是富丽堂皇的宫殿，出进都是马车来马车去，吃的
尽是山珍海味。不过他们也没干什么坏事。时光飞逝，眨眼功夫，七年期限就到了。他们中的两个就焦虑不安起来，而另一个却不急不慢，只听他说：“兄弟们，别
害怕，我的头脑够好使的，我准能猜出谜语的。”他们来到外面的开阔地坐下，那两人仍是神色紧张。这时，一位老太婆向他们走来，问他们为何如此悲伤。“你老
要知道干什么呢？就是知道了您也帮不上忙。”他们没好气地说。“只管把你的心事告诉给我听，没准我能帮得上忙！”老太婆说道。于是三人告诉她，他们是魔鬼
的仆人，差不多有整整七年了，魔鬼给他们弄来了许多金子，多得不计其数；不过他们都和魔鬼写了卖身契，如果七年后他们猜不出谜语，就等于把自己出卖给魔鬼
了。老太婆听完说：“你们要想得救，你们中一人得走进森林里去，到一座像小屋模样的悬岩前，他得跨进去，以后就能找到救星。”那两个闷闷不乐的士兵想道：
“这哪能救我们？”因而坐着不动。而那个开心的士兵却站起来，径直往森林中走去。&lt;br /&gt;
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   他找到了石头房并走了进去。屋里坐着位老太龙钟的老婆子，她就是魔鬼的祖母。她问士兵从哪来，到这来要干什么。士兵把发生的一切都告诉了她，
老婆子很喜欢这士兵，动了恻隐之心，便答应帮他。他揭开了地窖上的一块大石板，对士兵说：“你藏进去，这里你可听到外面的一切，千万坐好，不要动。等龙来
了，我会问它那个谜语，他会把什么都告诉我的，你仔细听好啦。”&lt;br /&gt;
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   夜晚十二点，龙飞来要饭吃。老祖母摆好了桌子，端上酒菜。魔鬼很高兴，他一边吃喝，一边拉家常。祖母问它那天过得怎样，得到了多少灵魂。“今
天运气可真不好，”它说，“不过我抓了三个士兵，这可是十拿九稳的。”“真的吗？三个士兵！他们可有两下子，他们能逃脱的。”魔鬼轻蔑地一笑，说：“他们
肯定归我！我还有个谜语给他们猜，不过他们肯定猜不出。”老祖母问：“是个什么样的谜语？”“这我可以告诉你，在辽阔的北
海有只死长尾猿，那是他们的烤肉；一头鲸的肋骨是他们的银勺子；一条空心的老马腿是他们的酒杯。”等魔鬼睡着后，老祖母揭开石板，让士兵上来，说：“这些
都记牢了没有？””记住了，都记住了，这下我得救了。”随后他从另一条路走，悄悄地从窗户爬了出去，以最快的速度跑到了同伴身边。他向他们讲了鬼是如何中
了它祖母的计，他又怎样得知了谜底。这下三个人可高兴啦，他们拿起了鞭子，抽出了许多金币，让它们满地乱滚。&lt;br /&gt;
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   整整的七年过去了，魔鬼带着那本簿子来了，他让他们看自己签过的字，说：“我将带你们去地狱，让你们在那里吃顿饭；你们要是能猜出会吃什么样
的烤肉，你们就自由了，我们的协议不再生效，并且我可以让你们留着这鞭子。”只听第一个士兵说道：“在辽阔的北海有只死长尾猿，那肯定是烤肉。”魔鬼又惊
又气，又问第二个，“那你们用的是什么勺子？”“鲸的肋骨将是我们的勺子。”魔鬼这下气歪了脸，他咆哮着问了第三个问题，
“哼！你们可知道酒杯会是什么吗？”“一条老马的腿将是我们的酒杯。”魔鬼怒吼着飞走了，它的魔力再也管不了他们了。从此他们三人留下了那条鞭子，需要钱
时就抽几下，一起愉快地生活着，一直到死。&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;There was a great war, and the king had many soldiers, but gave them
        small pay, so small that they could not live upon it, so three of them agreed among
        themselves to desert. One of them said to the others, &quot;If we are caught we shall be
        hanged on the gallows, how shall we manage it?&quot; Another said, &quot;Look at that
        great cornfield, if we were to hide ourselves there, no one could find us, the troops are
        not allowed to enter it, and to-morrow they are to march away.&quot; They crept into the
        corn, only the troops did not march away, but remained lying all round about it. They
        stayed in the corn for two days and two nights, and were so hungry that they all but died,
        but if they had come out, their death would have been certain. Then said they, &quot;What
        is the use of our deserting if we have to perish miserably here?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;But now a fiery dragon came flying through the air, and it came down
        to them, and asked why they had concealed themselves there. They answered, &quot;We are
        three soldiers who have deserted because the pay was so bad, and now we shall have to die
        of hunger if we stay here, or to dangle on the gallows if we go out.&quot; &quot;If you
        will serve me for seven years,&quot; said the dragon, &quot;I will convey you through the
        army so that no one shall seize you.&quot; &quot;We have no choice and are compelled to
        accept,&quot; they replied. Then the dragon caught hold of them with his claws, and
        carried them away through the air over the army, and put them down again on the earth far
        from it, but the dragon was no other than the devil. He gave them a small whip and said,
        &quot;Whip with it and crack it, and then as much gold will spring up round about as you
        can wish for, then you can live like great lords, keep horses, and drive your carriages,
        but when the seven years have come to an end, you are my property.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Then he put before them a book which they were all three forced to
        sign. &quot;But first I will ask you a riddle,&quot; said he, &quot;and if you can guess
        it, you shall be free, and released from my power.&quot; Then the dragon flew away from
        them, and they went away with their whip, had gold in plenty, ordered themselves rich
        apparel, and traveled about the world. Wherever they were they lived in pleasure and
        magnificence, rode on horseback, drove in carriages, ate and drank, but did nothing
        wicked. The time slipped quickly by, and when the seven years were coming to an end, two
        of them were terribly anxious and alarmed, but the third took the affair easily, and said,
        &quot;Brothers, fear nothing, I still have my wits about me, I shall guess the
        riddle.&quot; They went out into the open country and sat down, and the two pulled
        sorrowful faces. Then an aged woman came up to them who inquired why they were so sad.
        &quot;Well,&quot; said they, &quot;what has that got to do with you? After all, you cannot
        help us.&quot; &quot;Who knows?&quot; said she. &quot;Just confide your trouble to
        me.&quot; So they told her that they had been the devil&#39;s servants for nearly seven years,
        and that he had provided them with gold as though it were hay, but that they had sold
        themselves to him, and were forfeited to him, if at the end of the seven years they could
        not guess a riddle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;The old woman said, &quot;If you are to be saved, one of you must go
        into the forest, there he will come to a fallen rock which looks like a little house, he
        must enter that, and then he will obtain help.&quot; The two melancholy ones thought to
        themselves, &quot;That will still not save us,&quot; and stayed where they were, but the
        third, the merry one, got up and walked on in the forest until he found the rockhouse. In
        the little house a very aged woman was sitting, who was the devil&#39;s grandmother, and asked
        the soldier where he came from, and what he wanted there. He told her everything that had
        happened, and as he pleased her well, she had pity on him, and said she would help him.
        She lifted up a great stone which lay above a cellar, and said, &quot;Conceal yourself
        there, you can hear everything that is said here, only sit still, and do not stir. When
        the dragon comes, I will question him about the riddle, he tells everything to me, so
        listen carefully to his answer.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;At twelve o&#39;clock at night, the dragon came flying thither, and
        asked for his dinner. The grandmother laid the table, and served up food and drink, so
        that he was pleased, and they ate and drank together. In the course of conversation, she
        asked him what kind of a day he had had, and how many souls he had got. &quot;Nothing went
        very well to-day,&quot; he answered, &quot;but I have laid hold of three soldiers, I have
        them safe.&quot; &quot;Indeed? Three soldiers, they&#39;re clever, they may escape you
        yet.&quot; The devil said mockingly, &quot;They are mine. I will set them a riddle, which
        they will never be able to guess.&quot; &quot;What riddle is that?&quot; she inquired.
        &quot;I will tell you, in the great north sea lies a dead dogfish, that shall be your
        roast meat, and the rib of a whale shall be your silver spoon, and a hollow old horse&#39;s
        hoof shall be your wineglass.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;When the devil had gone to bed, the old grandmother raised up the
        stone, and let out the soldier. &quot;Did you give heed to everything?&quot;
        &quot;Yes,&quot; said he, &quot;I know enough, and will save myself.&quot; Then he had to
        go back another way, through the window, secretly and with all speed to his companions. He
        told them how the devil had been outwitted by the old grandmother, and how he had learned
        the answer to the riddle from him. Then they were all delighted, and of good cheer, and
        took the whip and whipped so much gold for themselves that it ran all over the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;When the seven years had fully gone by, the devil came with the
        book, showed the signatures, and said, &quot;I will take you with me to hell. There you
        shall have a meal. If you can guess what kind of roast meat you will have to eat, you
        shall be free and released from your bargain, and may keep the whip as well.&quot; Then
        the first soldier began and said, &quot;In the great north sea lies a dead dogfish, that
        no doubt is the roast meat.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

        &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;The devil was angry, and began to mutter, &quot;Hm. Hm. Hm.&quot;
        And asked the second, &quot;But what will your spoon be?&quot; &quot;The rib of a whale,
        that is to be our silver spoon.&quot; The devil made a wry face, again growled, &quot;Hm.
        Hm. Hm.&quot; He said to the third, &quot;And do you also know what your wineglass is to
        be?&quot; &quot;An old horse&#39;s hoof is to be our wineglass.&quot; Then the devil flew away
        with a loud cry, and had no more power over them, but the three kept the whip, whipped as
        much money for themselves with it as they wanted, and lived happily to their end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;从前有个女孩，非常懒惰，怎么着都不愿意纺纱。&lt;br /&gt;
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终于有一天，母亲感到忍无可忍，就打了她一顿，她于是嚎啕大哭起来。正巧这时王后乘车从门前经过，听见了哭声，吩咐把车停下来，进屋问那位母亲为什么
打女儿。做母亲的怎好意思说自己的女儿如何如何的懒惰，于是就回答说：“我叫她不要再纺了，可她就是不听，在纺车上仍然纺个不停。 &lt;br /&gt;
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我穷啊，哪买得起那么多的亚麻呀。”&lt;br /&gt;
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王后听了说道：“我最爱纺纱。让你的女儿随我进宫去吧，我有的是亚麻，她愿意纺多少就纺多少。”&lt;br /&gt;
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母亲听了这话，打心眼儿里高兴，满口答应下来，王后便带着女孩走了。&lt;br /&gt;
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她们到了王宫之后，王后领着女孩上了楼，把三间库房指给她看，只见库房里装满了最好的亚麻。“喏，你就为我纺这些亚麻吧，”王后说道，“你什么时候纺完了，就嫁给我的长子。”&lt;br /&gt;
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女孩听了心里一阵惊恐——即使她每天从早纺到晚，纺到她三百岁的时候，也休想把那么多的亚麻纺完。剩下女孩独自一人时，她就哭了起来。她就这样哭哭啼
啼地坐着，一晃儿三天过去了，还没动手纺纱呢。第三天，女孩不知如何是好，忧心忡忡地来到窗前。恰在这时她看见有三个女人走了过来：第一个女人的一个脚板
又宽又平；第二个的下嘴唇很长，耷拉到下巴上；而第三个的一只大拇指非常宽大。这三个女人走到窗下停住了脚，问女孩为什么忧心忡忡，她就向她们诉说了自己
的苦恼。“只要你不嫌我们丢人，”他们对女孩说道，“请我们参加你的婚礼，说我们是你的表姐，并且让我们与你同桌喝喜酒，我们就帮你把这些亚麻纺完。” &lt;br /&gt;
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“我非常乐意。”女孩回答说。&lt;br /&gt;
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说罢，女孩就让这三个长相奇特的女人进屋来。她们进来后刚一坐下就开始纺纱。每次王后来，女孩生怕王后发现，便把那三个纺纱女藏起来，而让王后看已经纺好的纱。王后看了之后，对她赞不绝口。&lt;br /&gt;
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库房里所有的亚麻都纺完了，这三个纺织女便跟女孩告别，临行前对她说道：“你可千万不要忘记了对我们许下的诺言，这关系到你自己的幸福啊。” &lt;br /&gt;
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女孩领着王后看了三间空荡荡的库房和堆得像小山似的纱线，王后于是就安排了婚礼。&lt;br /&gt;
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“我有三位表姐，”女孩说，“她们待我非常好。在我自己幸福如意的时候，怎么也不愿意冷漠了她们。请允许我邀请她们来参加婚礼，并且让她们在婚宴上和我们坐在一起。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
王后和王子欣然同意。婚礼那天，三个纺纱女果然来了。她们打扮得怪模怪样的，很令人发笑。新娘马上迎上去说：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“欢迎你们，亲爱的表姐们。”&lt;br /&gt;
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“你的几个表姐怎么长得这么丑？”王子问道。随后，他转身走到那个大脚板女人身边，问道：“您的一只脚怎么会这样大呢？”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“踏纺车踏的呗。”她回答道。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
新郎又走到第二个女人身旁，问道：“您的嘴唇怎么会耷拉着呢？”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“舔麻线舔的呗。”她回答说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
然后他问第三个女人：“您的大拇指怎么会这样宽呢？”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“捻麻线捻的呗。”她回答说。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
王子听罢三人的回答，大惊失色，于是就说：“我美丽的新娘今后绝不再碰纺车一下。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
就这样，女孩从此再也用不着干纺纱这个讨厌的活儿了。&lt;br /&gt;
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        and let her mother say what she would, she could not bring her to it. At last the mother
        was once so overcome with anger and impatience, that she beat her, at which the girl began
        to weep loudly. Now at this very moment the queen drove by, and when she heard the weeping
        she stopped her carriage, went into the house and asked the mother why she was beating her
        daughter so that the cries could be heard out on the road. Then the woman was ashamed to
        reveal the laziness of her daughter and said, I cannot get her to leave off spinning. She
        insists on spinning for ever and ever, and I am poor, and cannot procure the flax. Then
        answered the queen, there is nothing that I like better to hear than spinning, and I am
        never happier than when the wheels are humming. Let me have your daughter with me in the
        palace. I have flax enough, and there she shall spin as much as she likes. The mother was
        heartily satisfied with this, and the queen took the girl with her. When they had arrived
        at the palace, she led her up into three rooms which were filled from the bottom to the
        top with the finest flax. Now spin me this flax, said she, and when you have done it, you
        shall have my eldest son for a husband, even if you are poor. I care not for that, your
        untiring industry is dowry enough. The girl was secretly terrified, for she could not have
        spun the flax, no, not if she had lived till she was three hundred years old, and had sat
        at it every day from morning till night. When therefore she was alone, she began to weep,
        and sat thus for three days without moving a finger. On the third day came the queen, and
        when she saw that nothing had yet been spun, she was surprised, but the girl excused
        herself by saying that she had not been able to begin because of her great distress at
        leaving her mother&#39;s house. The queen was satisfied with this, but said when she was going
        away, tomorrow you must begin to work. When the girl was alone again, she did not know
        what to do, and in her distress went to the window. Then she saw three women coming
        towards her, the first of whom had a broad flat foot, the second had such a great underlip
        that it hung down over her chin, and the third had a broad thumb. They remained standing
        before the window, looked up, and asked the girl what was amiss with her. She complained
        of her trouble, and then they offered her their help and said, if you will invite us to
        the wedding, not be ashamed of us, and will call us your aunts, and likewise will place us
        at your table, we will spin up the flax for you, and that in a very short time. With all
        my heart, she replied, do but come in and begin the work at once. Then she let in the
        three strange women, and cleared a place in the first room, where they seated themselves
        and began their spinning. The one drew the thread and trod the wheel, the other wetted the
        thread, the third twisted it, and struck the table with her finger, and as often as she
        struck it, a skein of thread fell to the ground that was spun in the finest manner
        possible. The girl concealed the three spinners from the queen, and showed her whenever
        she came the great quantity of spun thread, until the latter could not praise her enough.
        When the first room was empty she went to the second, and at last to the third, and that
        too was quickly cleared. Then the three women took leave and said to the girl, do not
        forget what you have promised us - it will make your fortune. When the maiden showed the
        queen the empty rooms, and the great heap of yarn, she gave orders for the wedding, and
        the bridegroom rejoiced that he was to have such a clever and industrious wife, and
        praised her mightily. I have three aunts, said the girl, and as they have been very kind
        to me, I should not like to forget them in my good fortune, allow me to invite them to the
        wedding, and let them sit with us at table. The queen and the bridegroom said, why should
        we not allow that. Therefore when the feast began, the three women entered in strange
        apparel, and the bride said, welcome, dear aunts. Ah, said the bridegroom, how do you come
        by these odious friends. Thereupon he went to the one with the broad flat foot, and said,
        how do you come by such a broad foot. By treading, she answered, by treading. Then the
        bridegroom went to the second, and said, how do you come by your falling lip. By licking,
        she answered, by licking. Then he asked the third, how do you come by your broad thumb. By
        twisting the thread, she answered, by twisting the thread. On this the king&#39;s son was
        alarmed and said, neither now nor ever shall my beautiful bride touch a spinning-wheel.
        And thus she got rid of the hateful flax-spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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有一只猫认识了一只老鼠，便对它大谈特谈自己是多么喜欢老鼠，原意和它交朋友，弄得老鼠终于同意和猫住在一起，共同生活。“我们得准备过冬的东
西了，不然我们到冬天会挨饿的，”猫说，“至于你嘛，我的小老鼠，哪里也不要去，我真怕你会被什么老鼠夹子夹住。”老鼠接受了猫的好建议，于是它们买来了
一罐猪油，然而两个人都不知道该把猪油放在什么地方。它们左思考右思考，最后猫说：“我觉得这猪油放在教堂里是再合适不过的了，因为谁也不敢偷教堂里的东
西。我们把猪油藏在祭坛下，不到万不得已的时候决不动它。”猪油罐就这样被放到了安全的地方。可是没过多久，猫开始想吃猪油了，便对老鼠说：“小老鼠，我
想跟你说点事。我的表姐刚刚生了一个小宝宝，还请我当小宝贝的教母。那小宝贝全身雪白，带着一些褐色的斑点。我要抱着它去接受洗礼，所以今天要出去一下，
你一个人在家看家，好吗？”“好的，好的，”老鼠说，“你尽管去吧。要是有什么好吃的东西，千万要记着我。我很想尝一点洗礼时用的红葡萄酒。”这一切当然
都不是真的，因为猫并没有表姐，也没有被请去当教母。它直接去了教堂，偷偷爬到猪油罐那里，开始舔呀舔，把顶上一层猪油舔得精光。然后，它在城里的屋顶上
散了散步，想碰碰别的运气；接着便躺下来晒太阳。每当想起那罐猪油，它都情不自禁地舔舔自己的嘴唇。它一直等到天黑才回家。“啊，你终于回来了，”老鼠
说，“这一天肯定过得很开心吧？”“一切顺利。”猫答道。“你们给那孩子起了什么名字？”“没了顶层！”猫冷淡地说。“没了顶层！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个
古怪的名字可不多见。你们家常取这样的名字吗？”“那有什么？”猫说，“不比你的那些教子叫什么‘偷面包屑的’更糟吧？” &lt;br /&gt;
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没过多久，猫又想吃猪油了。它对老鼠说：“你得帮我一个忙，再一个人看一次家。又有人请我当教母了，而且这个孩子的脖子上有一道白圈，我实在无法推
辞。”好心的老鼠同意了。猫从城墙后面溜进教堂，一口气吃掉了半罐猪油。“什么东西也没有比吃到自己的嘴里更好，”它说，心里对这一天的收获感到很满意。
等它到家时，老鼠问道：“这个孩子起的什么名字呀？”“吃了一半，”猫回答。“吃了一半！你在说什么呀？我长这么大了还从来没有听说过这样的名字。我敢打
赌，就是年历上也不会有这样的名字！”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
不久，猫的嘴巴又开始流口水了，想再去舔一舔猪油。 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“好事成三嘛，”它说，“又有人请我去当教母了。这个孩子除了爪子是白色的，浑身黑黝黝的，连一根白毛都没有。这是好几年才会碰上的事情，你当然会同
意我去的，是吗？”“没了顶层！吃了一半！”老鼠回答，“这些名字真怪！我实在弄不明白。”“你白天又不出门，”猫说，“整天穿着深灰色的皮袄，拖着长长
的尾巴，坐在家里胡思乱想，当然弄不明白啦！”趁着猫不在家，老鼠把屋子打扫了一下，把东西放得整整齐齐。可是那只馋猫把剩下的猪油吃得干干净净。“人只
有把东西吃得干干净净才能放心，”它自言自语地说。它吃得饱饱的，直到天黑了才挺着圆圆的肚子回家。老鼠看到它回来，立刻问它这第三个孩子起的什么名字。
“你也不会喜欢这个名字，”猫说，“它叫‘吃得精光’。”“吃得精光！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个名字太令人费解了！我从来没有在书上见过。吃得精光！这是什
么意思呢？”它摇摇头，蜷缩起身子，躺下睡着了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
从此，猫再也没有被邀请去当教母。可是冬天来到了，外面再也找不到任何吃的东西。老鼠想到了它们准备的过冬的东西，便说：“走吧，猫！我们去取储存的
猪油吧。我们可以美美吃上一顿。”“是的，”猫回答，“那准会把你美得就像把你那尖尖的舌头伸到窗外去喝西北风一样。”它们动身去教堂，可它们到达那里
后，看到猪油罐倒是还在那里，里面却是空的。“天哪！”老鼠说，“我现在终于明白是怎么回事了！你可真是个好朋友！你在去当什么教母的时候，把这猪油全吃
光了！先是吃了顶上一层，然后吃了一半，最后……” 
“你给我住嘴！”猫嚷道，“你要是再罗嗦，我连你也吃了！”“……吃得精光，”可怜的老鼠脱口而出。它刚把话说完，猫就扑到了它的身上，抓住它，把它吞进
了肚子。这世界就是这样！&lt;br /&gt;
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        mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her,
        that at length the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. But we must
        make a provision for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger, said the cat, and you,
        little mouse, cannot venture everywhere, or you will be caught in a trap some day. The
        good advice was followed, and a pot of fat was bought, but they did not know where to put
        it. At length, after much consideration, the cat said, I know no place where it will be
        better stored up than in the church, for no one dares take anything away from there. We
        will set it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are really in need of it. So the
        pot was placed in safety, but it was not long before the cat had a great yearning for it,
        and said to the mouse, I want to tell you something, little mouse, my cousin has brought a
        little son into the world, and has asked me to be godmother, he is white with brown spots,
        and I am to hold him over the font at the christening. Let me go out to-day, and you look
        after the house by yourself. Yes, yes, answered the mouse, by all means go, and if you get
        anything very good to eat, think of me, I should like a drop of sweet red christening wine
        myself. All this, however, was untrue, the cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be
        godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it,
        and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked
        out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever
        she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home. Well,
        here you are again, said the mouse, no doubt you have had a merry day. All went off well,
        answered the cat. What name did they give the child. Top off, said the cat quite coolly.
        Top off, cried the mouse, that is a very odd and uncommon name, is it a usual one in your
        family. What does that matter, said the cat, it is no worse than crumb-stealer, as your
        God-children are called. Before long the cat was seized by another fit of yearning. She
        said to the mouse, you must do me a favor, and once more manage the house for a day alone.
        I am again asked to be godmother, and, as the child has a white ring round its neck, I
        cannot refuse. The good mouse consented, but the cat crept behind the town walls to the
        church, and devoured half the pot of fat. Nothing ever seems so good as what one keeps to
        oneself, said she, and was quite satisfied with her day&#39;s work. When she went home the
        mouse inquired, and what was this child christened. Half-done, answered the cat.
        Half-done. What are you saying. I never heard the name in my life, I&#39;ll wager anything it
        is not in the calendar. The cat&#39;s mouth soon began to water for some more licking. All
        good things go in threes, said she, I am asked to stand godmother again. The child is
        quite black, only it has white paws, but with that exception, it has not a single white
        hair on its whole body, this only happens once every few years, you will let me go, won&#39;t
        you. Top-off. Half-done, answered the mouse, they are such odd names, they make me very
        thoughtful. You sit at home, said the cat, in your dark-grey fur coat and long tail, and
        are filled with fancies, that&#39;s because you do not go out in the daytime. During the cat&#39;s
        absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order but the greedy cat entirely
        emptied the pot of fat. When everything is eaten up one has some peace, said she to
        herself, and well filled and fat she did not return home till night. The mouse at once
        asked what name had been given to the third child. It will not please you more than the
        others, said the cat. He is called all-gone. All-gone, cried the mouse, that is the most
        suspicious name of all. I have never seen it in print. All-gone, what can that mean, and
        she shook her head, curled herself up, and lay down to sleep. From this time forth no one
        invited the cat to be godmother, but when the winter had come and there was no longer
        anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their provision, and said, come cat, we
        will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves - we shall enjoy that.
        Yes, answered the cat, you will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty
        tongue of yours out of the window. They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the
        pot of fat certainly was still in its place, but it was empty. Alas, said the mouse, now I
        see what has happened, now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You have devoured all
        when you were standing godmother. First top off then half done, then -. Will you hold your
        tongue, cried the cat, one word more and I will eat you too. All gone was already on the
        poor mouse&#39;s lips, scarcely had she spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her,
        and swallowed her down. Verily, that is the way of the world.&lt;div&gt;
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从前有一个男人和一个女人，他俩一直想要个孩子，可总也得不到。最后，女人只好希望上帝能赐给她一个孩子。他们家的屋子后面有个小窗户，从那里可以看到一个美丽的花园，里面长满了奇花异草。可是，花园的周围有一道高墙，谁也不敢进去，因为那个花园属于一个女巫。这个女巫的法力非常大，世界上人人都怕她。一天，妻子站在窗口向花园望去，看到一块菜地上长着非常漂亮的莴苣。这些莴苣绿油油、水灵灵的，立刻就勾起了她的食欲，非常想吃它们。这种欲望与日俱增，而当知道自己无论如何也吃不到的时候，她变得非常憔悴，脸色苍白，痛苦不堪。她丈夫吓坏了，问她：“亲爱的，你哪里不舒服呀？”“啊，”她回答，“我要是吃不到我们家后面那个园子里的莴苣，我就会死掉的。”丈夫因为非常爱她，便想：“与其说让妻子去死，不如给她弄些莴苣来，管它会发生什么事情呢。”黄昏时分，他翻过围墙，溜进了女巫的花园，飞快地拔了一把莴苣，带回来给她妻子吃。妻子立刻把莴苣做成色拉，狼吞虎咽地吃了下去。这莴苣的味道真是太好了，第二天她想吃的莴苣居然比前一天多了两倍。为了满足妻子，丈夫只好决定再次翻进女巫的园子。于是，黄昏时分，他偷偷地溜进了园子，可他刚从墙上爬下来，就吓了一跳，因为他看到女巫就站在他的面前。“你好大的胆子，”她怒气冲冲地说，“竟敢溜进我的园子来，像个贼一样偷我的莴苣！”“唉，”他回答，“可怜可怜我，饶了我吧。我是没办法才这样做的。我妻子从窗口看到了你园子中的莴苣，想吃得要命，吃不到就会死掉的。”女巫听了之后气慢慢消了一些，对他说：“如果事情真像你说的这样，我可以让你随便采多少莴苣，但我有一个条件：你必须把你妻子将要生的孩子交给我。我会让她过得很好的，而且会像妈妈一样对待她。”丈夫由于害怕，只好答应女巫的一切条件。妻子刚刚生下孩子，女巫就来了，给孩子取了个名字叫“莴苣”，然后就把孩子带走了。&lt;/div&gt;
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“莴苣”慢慢长成了天底下最漂亮的女孩。孩子十二岁那年，女巫把她关进了一座高塔。这座高塔在森林里，既没有楼梯也没有门，只是在塔顶上有一个小小的窗户。每当女巫想进去，她就站在塔下叫道：&lt;/div&gt;
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莴苣姑娘长着一头金丝般浓密的长发。一听到女巫的叫声，她便松开她的发辫，把顶端绕在一个窗钩上，然后放下来二十公尺。女巫便顺着这长发爬上去。&lt;/div&gt;
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一两年过去了。有一天，王子骑马路过森林，刚好经过这座塔。这时，他突然听到美妙的歌声，不由得停下来静静地听着。唱歌的正是莴苣姑娘，她在寂寞中只好靠唱歌来打发时光。王子想爬到塔顶上去见她，便四处找门，可怎么也没有找到。他回到了宫中，那歌声已经深深地打动了他，他每天都要骑马去森林里听。一天，他站在一棵树后，看到女巫来了，而且听到她冲着塔顶叫道：&lt;/div&gt;
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把你的头发垂下来。”&lt;/div&gt;
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莴苣姑娘立刻垂下她的发辫，女巫顺着它爬了上去。王子想：“如果那就是让人爬上去的梯子，我也可以试试我的运气。”第二天傍晚，他来到塔下叫道：&lt;/div&gt;
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把你的头发垂下来。”&lt;/div&gt;
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头发立刻垂了下来，王子便顺着爬了上去。&lt;/div&gt;
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莴苣姑娘看到爬上来的是一个男人时，真的大吃一惊，因为她还从来没有看到过男人。但是王子和蔼地跟她说话，说他的心如何如何被她的歌声打动，一刻也得不到安宁，非要来见她。莴苣姑娘慢慢地不再感到害怕，而当他问她愿不愿意嫁给他时，她见王子又年轻又英俊，便想：“这个人肯定会比那教母更喜欢我。”她于是就答应了，并把手伸给王子。她说：“我非常愿意跟你一起走，可我不知道怎么下去。你每次来的时候都给我带一根丝线吧，我要用丝线编一个梯子。等到梯子编好了，我就爬下来，你就把我抱到你的马背上。” 因为老女巫总是在白天来，所以他俩商定让王子每天傍晚时来。女巫什么也没有发现，直到有一天莴苣姑娘问她：“我问你，教母，我拉你的时候怎么总觉得你比那个年轻的王子重得多？他可是一下子就上来了。”“啊！你这坏孩子！”女巫嚷道，“你在说什么？我还以为你与世隔绝了呢，却不想你竟然骗了我！”她怒气冲冲地一把抓住莴苣姑娘漂亮的辫子，在左手上缠了两道，又用右手操起一把剪刀，喳喳喳几下，美丽的辫子便落在了地上。然后，她又狠心地把莴苣姑娘送到一片荒野中，让她凄惨痛苦地生活在那里。&lt;/div&gt;
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莴苣姑娘被送走的当天，女巫把剪下来的辫子绑在塔顶的窗钩上。王子走来喊道：&lt;/div&gt;
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女巫放下头发，王子便顺着爬了上去。然而，他没有见到心爱的莴苣姑娘，却看到女巫正恶狠狠地瞪着他。“啊哈！”她嘲弄王子说，“你是来接你的心上人的吧？可美丽的鸟儿不会再在窝里唱歌了。她被猫抓走了，而且猫还要把你的眼睛挖出来。你的莴苣姑娘完蛋了，你别想再见到她。”王子痛苦极了，绝望地从塔上跳了下去。他掉进了刺丛里，虽然没有丧生，双眼却被刺扎瞎了。他漫无目的地在森林里走着，吃的只是草根和浆果，每天都为失去爱人而伤心地痛哭。他就这样痛苦地在森林里转了好几年，最后终于来到了莴苣姑娘受苦的荒野。莴苣姑娘已经生下了一对双胞胎，一个儿子，一个女儿。王子听到有说话的声音，而且觉得那声音很耳熟，便朝那里走去。当他走近时，莴苣姑娘立刻认出了他，搂着他的脖子哭了起来。她的两滴泪水润湿了他的眼睛，使它们重新恢复了光明。他又能像从前一样看东西了。他带着妻子儿女回到自己的王国，受到了人们热烈的欢迎。他们幸福美满地生活着，直到永远。&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The man, who loved her, thought, sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will. At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he let himself down again. But when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How can you dare, said she with angry look, descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief. You shall suffer for it. Ah, answered he, let mercy take the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat. Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him, if the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make one condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring into the world. It shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The man in his terror consented to everything, and when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name of rapunzel, and took it away with her. Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower, which lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but quite at the top was a little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried, rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the enchantress she unfastened her braided tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it. After a year or two, it came to pass that the king&#39;s son rode through the forest and passed by the tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Then he heard a song, which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound. The king&#39;s son wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried, rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Then rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her. If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune, said he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried, rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Immediately the hair fell down and the king&#39;s son climbed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At first rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her. But the king&#39;s son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he had been forced to see her. Then rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and handsome, she thought, he will love me more than old dame gothel does. And she said yes, and laid her hand in his. She said, I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bring with you a skein of silk every time that you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready I will descend, and you will take me on your horse. They agreed that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked nothing of this, until once rapunzel said to her, tell me, dame gothel, how it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king&#39;s son - he is with me in a moment. Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You wicked child, cried the enchantress. What do I hear you say. I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you have deceived me. In her anger she clutched rapunzel&#39;s beautiful tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the same day that she cast out rapunzel, however, the enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when the king&#39;s son came and cried, rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair, she let the hair down. The king&#39;s son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks. Aha, she cried mockingly, you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rapunzel is lost to you. You will never see her again. The king&#39;s son was beside himself with pain, and in his despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at length came to the desert where rapunzel, with the twins to which she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached, rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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從前，有一個富人的妻子得了重病，在臨終前，她把自己的獨生女兒叫到身邊說：“乖&lt;br /&gt;
女兒，媽去了以後會在九泉之下守護你、保佑你的。”說完她就閉上眼睛死了。&lt;br /&gt;
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她被葬在了花園裡，小姑娘是一個虔誠而又善良的女孩，她每天都到她母親的墳前去哭&lt;br /&gt;
泣。冬天來了，大雪為她母親的墳蓋上了白色的毛毯。春風吹來，太陽又卸去了墳上的銀裝&lt;br /&gt;
素裹。冬去春來，人過境遷，他爸爸又娶了另外一個妻子。&lt;br /&gt;
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新妻子帶著她以前生的兩個女兒一起來安家了。她們外表很美麗，但是內心卻非常丑陋&lt;br /&gt;
邪惡。她們到來之時，也就是這個可憐的小姑娘身受苦難之始。她們說：“要這樣一個沒用&lt;br /&gt;
的飯桶在廳堂裡干什麼？誰想吃上麵包，誰就得自己去掙得，滾到廚房裡做廚房女傭去&lt;br /&gt;
吧！”說完又脫去她漂亮的衣裳，給她換上灰色的舊外套，惡作劇似地嘲笑她，把她趕到廚&lt;br /&gt;
房裡去了。她被迫去干艱苦的活兒。每天天不亮就起來擔水、生火、做飯、洗衣，而且還要&lt;br /&gt;
忍受她們姐妹對她的漠視和折磨。到了晚上，她累得筋疲力盡時，連睡覺的床舖也沒有，不&lt;br /&gt;
得不睡在爐灶旁邊的灰燼中，這一來她身上都沾滿了灰燼，又髒，又難看，由於這個原因她&lt;br /&gt;
們就叫她灰姑娘。&lt;br /&gt;
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有一次，父親要到集市去，他問妻子的兩個女兒，要他給她們帶什麼回來。第一個說：&lt;br /&gt;
“我要漂亮的衣裳。”第二個叫道：“我要珍珠和鑽石。”他又對自己的女兒說：“孩子，&lt;br /&gt;
你想要什麼？”灰姑娘說：“親愛的爸爸，就把你回家路上碰著你帽子的第一根樹枝折給我&lt;br /&gt;
吧。”父親回來時，他為前兩個女兒帶回了她們想要的漂亮衣服和珍珠鑽石。在路上，他穿&lt;br /&gt;
過一片濃密的矮樹林時，有一根榛樹枝條碰著了他，幾乎把他的帽子都要掃下來了，所以他&lt;br /&gt;
把這根樹枝折下來帶上了。回到家裡時，他把樹枝給了他女兒，她拿著樹枝來到母親的墳&lt;br /&gt;
前，將它栽到了墳邊。她每天都要到墳邊哭三次，每次傷心地哭泣時，淚水就會不斷地滴落&lt;br /&gt;
在樹枝上，澆灌著它，使樹枝很快長成了一棵漂亮的大樹。不久，有一只小鳥來樹上築巢，&lt;br /&gt;
她與小鳥交談起來。後來她想要什麼，小鳥都會給她帶來。&lt;br /&gt;
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國王為了給自己的兒子選擇未婚妻，準備舉辦一個為期三天的盛大宴會，邀請了不少年&lt;br /&gt;
青漂亮的姑娘來參加。王子打算從這些參加舞會的姑娘中選一個作自己的新娘。灰姑娘的兩&lt;br /&gt;
個姐姐也被邀請去參加。她們把她叫來說道：“現在來為我們梳好頭髮，擦亮鞋子，繫好腰&lt;br /&gt;
帶，我們要去參加國王舉辦的舞會。”她按她們的要求給她們收拾打扮完畢後，禁不住哭了&lt;br /&gt;
起來，因為她自己也想去參加舞會。她苦苦哀求她的繼母讓她去，可繼母說道：“哎喲！灰&lt;br /&gt;
姑娘，你也想去？你穿什麼去呀！你連禮服也沒有，甚至連舞也不會跳，你想去參加什麼舞&lt;br /&gt;
會啊？”灰姑娘不停地哀求著，為了擺脫她的糾纏，繼母最後說道：“我把這一滿盆碗豆倒&lt;br /&gt;
進灰堆裡去，如果你在兩小時內把它們都揀出來了，你就可以去參加宴會。”說完，她將一&lt;br /&gt;
盆碗豆倒進灰燼裡，揚長而去。灰姑娘沒辦法，只好跑出後門來到花園裡喊道：&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “掠過天空的鴿子和斑鳩，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 飛來吧！飛到這裡來吧！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快樂的鳥雀朋友們，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 飛來吧！快快飛到這裡來吧！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 大伙快來幫我忙，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快快揀出灰中的碗豆來吧！”&lt;br /&gt;
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先飛來的是從廚房窗子進來的兩隻白鴿，跟著飛來的是兩隻斑鳩，接著天空中所有的小&lt;br /&gt;
鳥都嘰嘰喳喳地拍動著翅膀，飛到了灰堆上。小白鴿低下頭開始在灰堆裡揀起來，一顆一顆&lt;br /&gt;
地揀，不停地揀！其它的鳥兒也開始揀，一顆一顆地揀，不停地揀！它們把所有的好豆子都&lt;br /&gt;
從灰裡揀出來放到了一個盤子裡面，只用一個小時就揀完了。她向它們道謝後，鳥雀從窗子&lt;br /&gt;
裡飛走開了。她懷著興奮的心情，端著盤子去找繼母，以為自己可以去參加舞宴了。但她卻&lt;br /&gt;
說道：“不行，不行！你這個邋遢女孩，你沒有禮服，不會跳舞，你不能去。”灰姑娘又苦&lt;br /&gt;
苦地哀求她讓她去。繼母這次說道：“如果你能在一個小時之內把這樣的兩盤碗豆從灰堆裡&lt;br /&gt;
揀出來，你就可以去了。”她滿以為這次可以擺脫灰姑娘了，說完將兩盤碗豆倒進了灰堆&lt;br /&gt;
裡，還攪和了一會，然後得意洋洋地走了。但小姑娘又跑到屋後的花園裡和前次一樣地喊道：&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “掠過天空的鴿子和斑鳩，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 飛來吧！飛到這裡來吧！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快樂的鳥雀朋友們，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 飛來吧！快快飛到這裡來吧！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 大伙快來幫我忙，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快快揀出灰中的碗豆來吧！”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
先飛來的是從廚房窗子進來的兩隻白鴿，跟著飛來的是兩隻斑鳩，接著天空中所有的小&lt;br /&gt;
鳥都嘰嘰喳喳地拍動著翅膀，飛到了灰堆上。小白鴿低下頭開始在灰堆裡揀起來，一顆一顆&lt;br /&gt;
地揀，不停地揀！其它的鳥兒也開始揀，一顆一顆地揀，不停地揀！它們把所有的好豆子都&lt;br /&gt;
從灰裡揀出來放到了盤子裡面，這次只用半個小時就揀完了。鳥雀們飛去之後，灰姑娘端著&lt;br /&gt;
盤子去找繼母，懷著極其興奮的心情，以為自己可以去參加舞會了。但繼母卻說道：“算&lt;br /&gt;
了！你別再白費勁了，你是不能去的。你沒有禮服，不會跳舞，你只會給我們丟臉。”說完&lt;br /&gt;
他們夫妻與她自己的兩個女兒出發參加宴會去了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
現在，家裡的人都走了，只留下灰姑娘孤伶伶地一個人悲傷地坐在榛樹下哭泣：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “榛樹啊！請你幫幫我，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 請你搖一搖，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 為我抖落金銀禮服一整套。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
她的朋友小鳥從樹上飛出來，為她帶了一套金銀制成的禮服和一雙光亮的絲制舞鞋。收&lt;br /&gt;
拾打扮、穿上禮服之後，灰姑娘在她兩個姐妹之後來到了舞廳。穿上豪華的禮服之後，她看&lt;br /&gt;
起來是如此高雅、漂亮、美麗動人極了。她們都認不出她，以為她一定是一位陌生的公主，&lt;br /&gt;
根本就沒有想到她就是灰姑娘，她們以為灰姑娘仍老老實實地待在家中的灰堆裡呢&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
王子看到她，很快向她走來，伸出手挽著她，請她跳起舞來。他再也不和其他姑娘跳舞&lt;br /&gt;
了，他的手始終不肯放開她。每當有人來請她跳舞時，王子總是說：“這位女士在與我跳&lt;br /&gt;
舞。”他們一起跳到很晚，她才想起要回家去了。王子想知道這位美麗的姑娘到底住在哪&lt;br /&gt;
裡，所以說道：“我送你回家去吧。”灰姑娘表面上同意了，但卻趁他不注意時，悄悄地溜&lt;br /&gt;
走，拔腿向家裡跑去。王子在後面緊追不捨，她只好跳進鴿子房並把門關上。王子等在外面&lt;br /&gt;
不肯離去，一直到她父親回家時，王子才上前告訴他，說那位他在舞會上遇到的不知道姓名&lt;br /&gt;
的姑娘藏進了這間鴿子房。當他們砸開鴿子房門時，裡面卻已空無一人，他只好失望地回宮&lt;br /&gt;
去了。父母進屋子時，灰姑娘已經身穿邋遢的衣服躺在灰堆邊上了，就像她一直躺在那兒似&lt;br /&gt;
地，昏暗的小油燈在煙囪柱上的牆洞裡搖晃著。實際上，灰姑娘剛才很快穿過鴿子房來到榛&lt;br /&gt;
樹前脫下了漂亮的禮服，將它們放回樹上，讓小鳥把它們帶走，自己則回到屋裡坐到了灰堆&lt;br /&gt;
上，穿上了她那灰色的外套。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
第二天，當舞會又要開始時，她的爸爸、繼母和兩個姐妹都去了。灰姑娘來到樹下說：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “榛樹啊！請你幫幫我，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 請你搖一搖，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 為我抖落金銀禮服一整套。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
那只小鳥來了，它帶來了一套比她前一天穿的那套更加漂亮的禮服。當她來到舞會大廳&lt;br /&gt;
時，她的美麗使所有的人驚訝不已。一直在等待她到來的王子立即上前挽著她的手，請她跳&lt;br /&gt;
起舞來。每當有人要請她跳舞時，他總是和前一天一樣說：“這位女士在與我跳舞。”到了&lt;br /&gt;
半夜她要回家去的時候，王子也和前一天一樣跟著她，以為這樣可以看到她進了哪一幢房&lt;br /&gt;
子。但她還是甩掉了他，並立即跳進了她父親房子後面的花園裡。花園裡有一棵很漂亮的大&lt;br /&gt;
梨樹，樹上結滿了成熟的梨。灰姑娘不知道自己該藏在什麼地方，只好爬到了樹上。王子沒&lt;br /&gt;
有看到她，他不知道她去了哪兒，只好又一直等到她父親回來，才走上前對他說：“那個與&lt;br /&gt;
我跳舞的不知姓名的姑娘溜走了，我認為她肯定是跳上梨樹去了。”父親暗想：“難道是灰&lt;br /&gt;
姑娘嗎？”於是，他要人去拿來一柄斧子，把樹砍倒了一看，樹上根本沒有人。當父親和繼&lt;br /&gt;
母到廚房來看時，灰姑娘和平時一樣正躺在灰燼裡。原來她跳上梨樹後，又從樹的另一邊溜&lt;br /&gt;
下來，脫下漂亮的禮服，讓榛樹上的小鳥帶了回去，然後又穿上了她自己的灰色小外套。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
第三天，當她父親、繼母和兩個姐妹走了以後，她又來到花園裡說道：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “榛樹啊！請你幫幫我，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 請你搖一搖，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 為我抖落金銀禮服一整套。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
她善良的朋友又帶來了一套比第二天那套更加漂亮的禮服和一雙純金編製的舞鞋。當她&lt;br /&gt;
趕到舞會現場時，大家都被她那無法用語言表達的美給驚呆了。王子只與她一個人跳舞，每&lt;br /&gt;
當有其他人請她跳舞時，他總是說：“這位女士是我的舞伴。”當午夜快要來臨時，她要回&lt;br /&gt;
家了，王子又要送她回去，並暗暗說道：“這次我可不能讓她跑掉了。”然而，灰姑娘還是&lt;br /&gt;
設法從他身邊溜走了。由於走得過於匆忙，她竟把左腳的金舞鞋失落在樓梯上了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
王子將舞鞋拾起，第二天來到他的國王父親面前說：“我要娶正好能穿上這只金舞鞋的&lt;br /&gt;
姑娘作我的妻子。”灰姑娘的兩個姐妹聽到這個消息後非常高興，因為她們都有一雙很漂亮&lt;br /&gt;
的腳，她們認為自己穿上那只舞鞋是毫無疑問的。姐姐由她媽媽陪著先到房子裡去試穿那只&lt;br /&gt;
舞鞋，可她的大腳趾卻穿不進去，那只鞋對她來說太小了。於是她媽媽拿給她一把刀說：&lt;br /&gt;
“沒關係，把大腳趾切掉！只要你當上了王后，還在乎這腳趾頭干嘛，你想到哪兒去根本就&lt;br /&gt;
不需要用腳了。”大女兒聽了，覺得有道理，這傻姑娘忍著痛苦切掉了自己的大腳趾，勉強&lt;br /&gt;
穿在腳上來到王子面。王子看她穿好了鞋子，就把她當成了新娘，與她並排騎在馬上，把她&lt;br /&gt;
帶走了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
但在他們出門回王宮的路上，經過後花園灰姑娘栽的那棵榛樹時，停在樹枝上的一只小&lt;br /&gt;
鴿子唱道：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “再回去！再回去！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快看那只鞋！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 鞋太小，不是為她做的！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 王子！王子！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 再找你的新娘吧，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 坐在你身邊的不是你的新娘！”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
王子聽見後，下馬盯著她的腳看，發現鮮血正從鞋子裡流出來，他知道自己被欺騙了，&lt;br /&gt;
馬上掉轉馬頭，把假新娘帶回她的家裡說道：“這不是真新娘，讓另一個妹妹來試試這只鞋&lt;br /&gt;
子吧。”於是妹妹試著把鞋穿在腳上，腳前面進去了，可腳後跟太大了，就是穿不進去。她&lt;br /&gt;
媽媽讓她削去腳後跟穿進去，然後拉著她來到王子面前。王子看她穿好了鞋子，就把她當做&lt;br /&gt;
新娘扶上馬，並肩坐在一起離去了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
但當他們經過榛樹時，小鴿子仍棲息在樹枝頭上，它唱道：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “再回去！再回去！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快看那只鞋！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 鞋太小，不是為她做的！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 王子！王子！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 再找你的新娘吧，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 坐在你身邊的不是你的新娘！”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
王子低頭一看，發現血正從舞鞋裡流出來，連她的白色長襪也浸紅了，他撥轉馬頭，同&lt;br /&gt;
樣把她送了回去，對她的父親說：”這不是真新娘，你還有女兒嗎？“父親回答說：“沒有&lt;br /&gt;
了，只有我前妻生的一個叫灰姑娘的小邋遢女兒，她不可能是新娘的。”然而，王子一定要&lt;br /&gt;
他把她帶來試一試。灰姑娘先把臉和手洗乾淨，然後走進來很有教養地向王子屈膝行禮。王&lt;br /&gt;
子把舞鞋拿給她穿，鞋子穿在她腳上就像是專門為她做的一樣。他走上前仔細看清楚她的臉&lt;br /&gt;
後，認出了她，馬上興奮的說道：“這才是我真正的新娘。”繼母和她的兩個姐妹大吃一&lt;br /&gt;
驚，當王子把灰姑娘扶上馬時，她們氣得臉都發白了，眼睜睜地看著王子把她帶走了。他們&lt;br /&gt;
來到榛樹邊時，小白鴿唱道：&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “回家吧！回家吧！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快看那只鞋！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 王妃！這是為你做的鞋！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 王子！王子！&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 快帶新娘回家去，&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 坐在你身邊的才是真正的新娘”&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 鴿子唱完之後，飛上前來，停在了灰姑娘的右肩上。他們一起向王宮走去。&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;pre style=&quot;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;      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 you, and I will look down on you
from heaven and be near you.  Thereupon she closed her eyes and
departed.  Every day the maiden went out to her mother&#39;s grave,
and wept, and she remained pious and good.  When winter came
the snow spread a white sheet over the grave, and by the time the
spring sun had drawn it off again, the man had taken another wife.
The woman had brought with her into the house two daughters,
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 parlor with us, they said.  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 hearth in the cinders.  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 you, cinderella, said he, what will you 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&#39;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 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 gave orders for 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 wedding at the king&#39;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.  You go, cinderella, said she, covered in dust and
dirt as you are, and would go to the festival.  You have no clothes
and shoes, and yet would dance.  As, however, cinderella went on
asking, the step-mother said at last, I have emptied a dish of
lentils into the ashes for you, if you have picked them out again in
two hours, you shall 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, you have no clothes and
you can not dance.  You would only be laughed at.  And as
cinderella wept at this, the step-mother said, if you can pick two
dishes of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour, you shall go
with us.  And she thought to herself, that she most certainly
cannot do again.  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 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 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 was delighted, and believed that she might now go
with them to the wedding.  But the step-mother said, all this will
not help.  You cannot go with us, for you have no clothes and can
not dance.  We should be ashamed of you.  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&#39;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 wedding.  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 approached her, took her by the hand and danced with her.
He would dance with no other maiden, and never let 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&#39;s son said, I will go with you and bear you 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&#39;s son waited until her father came, and
then he told him that the unknown 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 seated 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 wedding
in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty.  The king&#39;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, this is my partner.  When evening came she wished
to leave, and the king&#39;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&#39;s son did not
know where she was gone.  He waited until her father came, and
said to him, the unknown 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 among 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&#39;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&#39;s son
danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said
this is my partner.
      When evening came, cinderella wished to leave, and the king&#39;s
son was anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly
that he could not follow her.  The king&#39;s son, however, had
employed a ruse, and had caused the whole staircase to be smeared
with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden&#39;s left
slipper remained stuck.  The king&#39;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 you are queen you will 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&#39;s son.  Then he took her on his
his horse as his bride and rode away with her.  They were
obliged, however, to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree,
sat the two pigeons and cried -
           turn and peep, turn and peep,
           there&#39;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 trickling
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 your heel, when you are queen you will 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&#39;s son.  He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away
with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons
sat on it and cried -
           turn and peep, turn and peep,
           there&#39;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 quite
red.  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&#39;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.  But 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&#39;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&#39;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 horrified 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&#39;s shoulders, one on the right,
the other on the left, and remained sitting there.
When the wedding with the king&#39;s son was to be celebrated, the
two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor 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 from
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 from each.  And thus, for their
wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness
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很久以前，有个老国王生了重病，当他意识到自己剩下的时间已经不多时，就对身边的人说：“传忠实的约翰进来见我。”忠实的约翰是一个仆人，老国王之所 以这样称呼他，是因为他侍候国王很久了，而且非常忠诚可靠，也最受老国王喜爱。当约翰来到床边时，国王说道：“我忠实的约翰，我知道自己不行了。现在我放 不下心的就是我的儿子，他还小，需要良师益友的辅助，除了你，我没有什么好托付的朋友了。如果你不发誓把他应该懂得的东西教给他，做他的干爹，我不能安然 瞑目。”听到这些话，约翰说道：“我决不会离他而去，我一定忠实地辅助他，即使献出我的生命也在所不惜。”国王欣然说道：“现在我就放心了。我死后，你领 着他把整座王宫的所有房间和库房，包括房子里的所有财宝看一遍。但要注意，有一间房子不能让他进去，就是那间挂有金屋公主画像的房间。如果他进去看了，就 会深深地爱上她，并会因此而陷入万劫不复的险境。你千万要负起这个责任来。”当忠实的约翰再一次问老国王发誓以后，老国王安然地躺在枕头上死去了。&lt;/div&gt;
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老国王被安葬之后，忠实的约翰把老国王临终前的一切嘱托和自己的誓言都告诉了年青的国王，并说道：“我一定会忠实地执行自己的诺言，对你就像对你的父亲一样忠诚不二，即使献出自己的生命也在所不辞。”年青的国王哭泣着说：&lt;/div&gt;
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“我永远也不会忘记你的忠心。”&lt;/div&gt;
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丧事办完以后，忠实的约翰对他的小主人说：“现在你应该看看你所继承的财产了，我带你去你父亲的宫殿里看看吧。”接着他引导小主人在王宫上上下下的各 个地方都巡视了一遍，让他看过了所有的财富和豪华的房厅，唯独挂着图像的那间房子没有打开。因为，那里面挂着的画像只要门一打开就看得见。那画像画得实在 是太美了，让人看了会有种呼之欲出的感觉，世界上再也没有什么东西比画上的女子更可爱、更美丽了。年青的国王发现忠实的约翰总是直接走过这间房子，却并不 打开房门，就问道：“你为什么不打开这间房子呢？”  他回答说：“里面有会使你感到恐惧的东西。”但国王说：“我已把整个王宫看完了，也想知道这里面是什么。”说完，他走上去用力要打开那扇房门，可忠实的约 翰拉着他的后背说：“在你父亲临终前我发过誓，无论如何也不能让你走进这间房子，否则你和我都会大难临头的。”年青的国王固执地说道：“对我来说，最大的 不幸就是不能进去看看，只要没有进去看，我就会日夜不得安宁，所以你不打开它，我就不走。”&lt;/div&gt;
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忠实的约翰看到他再怎么劝说，年青的国王就是不肯离去，心里有了不祥的预感，沉重地叹了叹气，从一大串钥匙中找出一片钥匙，打开了这个房子的门。门一 打开，约翰便先走了进去，站在了国王和画像之间，希望能挡着画像不让国王看见，但年青的国王却踮着脚尖从他的肩头看过去，一下子就看到了公主的肖像。目睹 画上穿金戴银的少女如此美丽动人、娇艳妩媚的容貌，他心情激动极了，竟马上倒在楼板上昏了过去。忠实的约翰赶紧将他扶起，把他抱到他自己的床上，心里一个 劲地想：“唉——！不幸已经降临在我们的头上，上帝啊！这可怎么办呢？”&lt;/div&gt;
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经过努力，国王才好不容易被救醒，但他说的第一句话就是：“那美丽画像上的少女是谁呀？”忠实的约翰回答说：“那是金屋国王女儿的画像。”国王又继续 问道：“我太爱她了，就是树上的叶子全部变成我的舌头也难以诉说我对她的爱恋。我要去找她！哪怕是冒着生命危险也要去找她！你是我忠实的朋友，你必须帮助 我。”&lt;/div&gt;
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对于如何来帮助年青的国王，满足他的愿望，约翰思考了很久，最后他对国王说：“据传说，她周围的一切用具都是金子做的：桌子、凳子、杯子、碟子和屋子 里的所有东西都是金质的，并且她还在不停地寻求新的财宝。你现在贮藏了许多金子，找一些工匠把这些金子做成各种容器和珍禽异兽，然后我们带着这些财宝去碰 碰运气吧。”于是，国王下令找来了所有技艺高超的金匠，他们夜以继日地用金子赶制各种工艺品，终于把金子都做成了最漂亮的珍玩。忠实的约翰把它们都装上一 条大船，他和国王都换上商人的服饰，这样别人也就不可能认出他们了。&lt;/div&gt;
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一切准备停当后，他们扬帆出海了。经过昼夜不停的航行，他们终于找到了金屋国王管辖的领地。船靠岸后，忠实的约翰要国王待在船上等着他回来，他说： “或许我有可能把金屋公主带来，因此，你们要把船内收拾整齐，将金器珍玩摆设出来，整条船都要用它们装饰起来。”接着他把每样金制品都拿了一个放进篮子 里，上岸向王宫走去。&lt;/div&gt;
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当他来到城堡的大院时，看见一口井边站着一个漂亮的少女，她正提着两只金桶在井里打水。就在少女担着金光闪闪的水桶转过身时，她也看到了这个陌生人， 她问他是谁。他走上前去说道：“我是一个商人。”说罢打开篮子，让她来看篮子里的东西。少女一看，惊奇地叫道：“嗬！多么漂亮的东西呀！”她放下水桶，把 一件又一件金器看过之后说道：“国王的女儿最喜欢这些东西了，应该让她看看，她会把这些全都买下的。”说完，她牵着他的手，把他带进了王宫，因为她是国王 女儿的一名侍女，她向卫兵说明情况之后，他们就放行了。&lt;/div&gt;
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公主看过他带的这些货样后，非常兴奋地说道：“太漂亮了，我要把它们全买下。”忠实的约翰说道：“我只是一位富商的仆人，我带的这些和他放在船上的比 根本算不了什么，他那儿还有你从来没有见过的最精致最昂贵的金制工艺品哩！”公主听了之后，要他把所有的东西都拿上岸来，但他说道：“要拿的话得要不少天 才能卸完，因为太多了，就是把它们放在这儿最大的房间里也放不下呀。”他这一说，公主的好奇心和欲望越发大了，忍不住说道：“带我到你们的船上去吧，我要 亲自看看你主人的货物。”&lt;/div&gt;
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忠实的约翰非常高兴，引着她来到岸边。当国王看见她时，他觉得自己的心都要跳出嗓子眼了，情不自禁地马上迎了上去。公主一上船他就引她进船舱去了。忠实的约翰来到船尾找着舵手，令他马上起航，“张满风帆！”他喊道，“让船在波涛中像鸟儿在空中飞行一样地前进。”&lt;/div&gt;
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国王把船上的金制品一件一件地拿给公主过目，其中有各种各样的碟子、杯子、盆子和珍禽异兽等等。公主满心欢喜地欣赏着每一件艺术珍品，一点也没有察觉 船离岸起航。几个小时过去了，在看完所有的东西后，她很有礼貌地对这个商人表示了谢意，说她应该回家了。可当她走出船舱、来到船头时，才发现船早已离岸， 此刻船正张满风帆在茫茫大海上飞速航行。公主吓得尖声叫道：“上帝啊！我被诱骗了，被拐走了，落进了一个流动商贩的掌握之中，我宁可死去。”但国王却拉着 她的手说道：“我不是一个商人，我是一个国王，和你一样出身于王室。用这种蒙骗你的方法把你带出来，是因为我非常非常地爱你。当第一次看到你的画像时我就 情不自禁地昏倒在地上。”金屋公主听完后，这才放下心来。经过交谈了解，她很快也倾心于他，愿意嫁给他做妻子了。&lt;/div&gt;
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但就在他们在茫茫大海上航行之时，却发生了这样一件事情。这天，忠实的约翰正坐在船头吹奏他的长笛，突然看见三只渡鸦在天空中向他飞过来，嘴里不停地 叽叽喳喳。约翰懂得鸟语，所以，他马上停止吹奏，留心听着渡鸦之间的对话。第一只渡鸦说：“他去了！他赢得了金屋公主的爱，让他去吧！”第二只渡鸦说： “不！他这一去，仍然得不到公主。” 第三只渡鸦说：“他这一去，一定能娶她，你们看他俩在船上并肩在一起的亲热样子吧！”  接着第一只渡鸦又开口说道：“那对他有什么用？不信你就看吧，当他们登上岸后，会有一匹红棕色的马向他跑来。看到那匹马，他肯定会骑上去。只要他骑上那匹 马，那马就会载着他跳到空中去，他就再也别想看到他的爱人了。”第二只渡鸦接着说道：“正是这样！正是这样！但有什么办法吗？”第一只渡鸦说：“有，有！ 如果有人坐上那匹马，抽出插在马鞍里的匕首把马刺死，年青的国王才能得救，可有谁知道呢？就是有人知道，谁又会告诉他呢？因为只要他将此事告诉国王，并因 此而救了国王的命，那么，他的腿从脚趾到膝部整个都会变成石头。”第二只渡鸦说：“正是这样，正是这样！但我还知道别的哩！尽管那马死了，国王还是娶不到 新娘。因为当他们一起走进王宫时，就会看到睡椅上有一套新婚礼服，那套礼服看起来就像用金子和银子编织而成的，其实那都是一些硫磺和沥膏。只要他穿上那套 礼服，礼服就会把他烧死，一直烧到骨髓里面去。”第三只渡鸦说道：“哎呀呀！难道就没救了吗？”第二只渡鸦说：“哦！有，有！如果有人抢上前去，抓起礼服 把它们扔进火盆里去，年青的国王就得救了。但那有什么用呢？要是有谁知道，并告诉了这个人，他按这种办法救了国王，那他的身体从膝盖到胸部都会变成石头， 谁又会这样干呢？”第三只渡鸦又说道：“还有，还有！我知道的还要多一些哩！即使礼服被烧掉了，但国王仍然娶不成新娘。因为，在结婚典礼之后，当舞会开始 时，只要年青的王后上去跳舞，她马上会倒在地上，脸色苍白得像死人一样。不过，这时要是有人上前扶起她，从她的右乳房中吸出三滴血，她才不会死去。但要是 有谁知道这些，又将这个方法告诉某个人，这个人按这个方法救了新娘，那他的身体从脚尖到头顶都会变成石头。”接着，渡鸦拍着翅膀飞走了。忠实的约翰已听懂 了一切，他开始犯愁了，可他并没有把他听到的事情告诉他的主人。因为他知道如果告诉了他，他一定会舍生救自己，最后他自言自语地说：“我一定要忠实地执行 我的诺言，那怕付出自己的生命也要救我的主人。”&lt;/div&gt;
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在他们上岸后，渡鸦的预言应验了，岸边突然跳出一匹神俊的红棕色马来，国王喊道：  “快看，他一定会把我们送到王宫去的。”说完就要去上马。说时迟，那时快，忠实的约翰抢在他之前骑上马，抽出匕首把马杀死了。国王的其他仆人原来就对他很 嫉妒，这一来，他们都叫道：“他杀死送国王回宫的骏马，太不像话了！”但国王却说道：“让他去做吧，他是我忠实的约翰，谁知道他这样做不是为了有好的结果 呢？” &lt;/div&gt;
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当他们来到王宫，看见有间房子的靠椅上放着一套漂亮的礼服，礼服闪烁着金色和银色的光芒。年青的国王走上前去准备把它们拿起来，但忠实的约翰却把它们 一把抓过，扔进火里烧掉了。其他的仆人又咕哝着说：“看吧，现在他又把结婚礼服给烧掉了。”但国王还是说道：“谁知道他这么做是为了什么呢？让他做吧！他 是我忠实的仆人约翰。”&lt;/div&gt;
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结婚盛典举行后，舞会开始了，新娘一走进舞场，约翰就全神贯注地盯着她的脸，突然间，新娘脸色苍白，就像死了一样倒在地上。约翰迅速地弹身向她跃去， 将她挟起，抱着她来到内室一张靠椅上，从她的右乳房中吸出了三滴血。新娘又开始呼吸，并活了过来。但年青的国王看到了全部过程，他不知道忠实的约翰为什么 要这样做，只是对他的胆大妄为非常气愤，便下令说道：“把他关到牢房里去。” &lt;/div&gt;
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第二天上午，忠实的约翰被押出牢房，推到了绞刑架前，面对绞刑架，他说道：“在我死之前，我可以说件事吗？”国王回答说：“准许你的请求。”于是，约 翰将在海上听到渡鸦的对话以及他如何决心救自己主子的全部经过都说了出来，最后他说道：“我现在受到了错误的判决，但我自始至终都是忠实而真诚的。”&lt;/div&gt;
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当听完约翰的叙述，国王大声呼喊道：“哎呀！我最忠实的约翰！请原谅我！请原谅我！快把他放下来！”但就在忠实的约翰说完最后一句话之后，他倒下去变 成了一块没有生命的石头。国王和王后趴在石像上悲痛不已，国王说道：“天哪！我竟然以这种忘恩负义的方法来对待你的忠诚呀！”他令人将石像扶起，抬到了他 的卧室，安放在自己的床边，使自己能经常看到它、哀悼它。他对石像说：“唉——！我忠实的约翰，但愿我能让你复活！” &lt;/div&gt;
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过了一年，王后生下了两个双胞胎儿子，看着他们慢慢长大，她心里高兴极了。有一天，她去了教堂，两个儿子和国王待在王宫里。小家伙到处玩耍，国王对着 石像唉声叹气，哭泣着说道：“唉，我忠实的约翰，但愿我能够让你复活！”这一次，石像竟开始说话了，它说道：“国王啊！要是你为我能舍弃你最亲爱的人儿， 就能让我复活。”国王一听，坚定地说道：“为了你，我愿付出世界上的任何东西。”“既然这样，”石像说道，“只要你砍下你两个孩子的头，将他们的血洒在我 身上，我就会复活了。”听到这里，国王马上震惊起来，但他想到忠实的约翰是为他而死去的，想到他对自己忠心耿耿、誓死如归的高尚品行，便站直身来，拔出佩 剑，准备去砍下他两个孩子的头，将他们的血洒在石像上。但就在他拔出佩剑的一刹那，忠实的约翰复活了，他站在国王的面前，挡住了他的去路，说道：“你的真 心诚意应该得到报答。”两个孩子仍欢蹦活跳、喧闹嘻戏着，就像什么事也没有发生过一样。&lt;/div&gt;
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国王满心欢喜。当他看到王后回来了，就想试一试她。他把忠实的约翰和两个儿子藏进了一个大衣橱里面。当走她进房子后，他对她说：“你去教堂祈祷了 吗？”王后回答：“是的，我总是思念着忠实的约翰，想着他对我们的忠诚。”国王说道：“亲爱的夫人，我们能够使约翰复活，但必须以我们小儿子的死作代价， 要救他就得舍去他们。”王后听了大吃一惊，脸唰地变得毫无血色，但她仍坚定地说道：“只好这样了，没有他无私的忠心与真诚，就没有我们的今天，没有我们的 小孩。”国王欣喜若狂地欢呼起来，因为妻子和自己的想法完全一样。他马上跑去打开衣橱，把两个孩子和忠实的约翰放了出来，说道：“上帝也会为此而感到骄 傲！他又和我们在一起了，我们的儿子也安然无恙。”接着他把全部经过告诉了她，大家高高兴兴欢地欢聚一堂，生活又充满了幸福和快乐。&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was once upon a time an old king who was ill and thought to         himself &#39;I am lying on what must be my deathbed.&#39; Then said he &#39;tell faithful John to come         to me.&#39; Faithful John was his favorite servant, and was so called, because he had for his         whole life long been so true to him. When therefore he came beside the bed, the king said         to him &#39;most faithful John, I feel my end approaching, and have no anxiety except about my         son. He is still of tender age, and cannot always know how to guide himself. If you do not         promise me to teach him everything that he ought to know, and to be his foster-father, I         cannot close my eyes in peace.&#39; Then answered faithful John &#39;I will not forsake him, and         will serve him with fidelity, even if it should cost me my life.&#39; At this, the old king         said &#39;now I die in comfort and peace.&#39; Then he added &#39;after my death, you shall show him         the whole castle - all the chambers, halls, and vaults, and all the treasures which lie         therein, but the last chamber in the long gallery, in which is the picture of the princess         of the golden dwelling, shall you not show. If he sees that picture, he will fall         violently in love with her, and will drop down in a swoon, and go through great danger for         her sake, therefore you must protect him from that.&#39; And when faithful John had once more         given his promise to the old king about this, the king said no more, but laid his head on         his pillow, and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the old king had been carried to his grave, faithful John told         the young king all that he had promised his father on his deathbed, and said &#39;this will I         assuredly keep, and will be faithful to you as I have been faithful to him, even if it         should cost me my life.&#39; When the mourning was over, faithful John said to him &#39;it is now         time that you should see your inheritance. I will show you your father&#39;s palace.&#39; Then he         took him about everywhere, up and down, and let him see all the riches, and the         magnificent apartments, only there was one room which he did not open, that in which hung         the dangerous picture. The picture, however, was so placed that when the door was opened         you looked straight on it, and it was so admirably painted that it seemed to breathe and         live, and there was nothing more charming or more beautiful in the whole world. The young         king noticed, however, that faithful John always walked past this one door, and said &#39;why         do you never open this one for me.&#39; &#39;There is something within it, he replied, &#39;which         would terrify you.&#39; But the king answered &#39;I have seen all the palace, and I want to know         what is in this room also, and he went and tried to break open the door by force. Then         faithful John held him back and said &#39;I promised your father before his death that you         should not see that which is in this chamber, it might bring the greatest misfortune on         you and on me.&#39; &#39;Ah, no, replied the young king, &#39;if I do not go in, it will be my certain         destruction. I should have no rest day or night until I had seen it with my own eyes. I         shall not leave the place now until you have unlocked the door.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then faithful John saw that there was no help for it now, and with a         heavy heart and many sighs, sought out the key from the great bunch. When he opened the         door, he went in first, and thought by standing before him he could hide the portrait so         that the king should not see it in front of him. But what good was this. The king stood on         tip-toe and saw it over his shoulder. And when he saw the portrait of the maiden, which         was so magnificent and shone with gold and precious stones, he fell fainting to the         ground. Faithful John took him up, carried him to his bed, and sorrowfully thought &#39;the         misfortune has befallen us, Lord God, what will be the end of it.&#39; Then he strengthened         him with wine, until he came to himself again. The first words the king said were &#39;ah, the         beautiful portrait. Whose it it.&#39; &#39;That is the princess of the golden dwelling, answered         faithful John. Then the king continued &#39;my love for her is so great, that if all the         leaves on all the trees were tongues, they could not declare it. I will give my life to         win her. You are my most faithful John, you must help me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The faithful servant considered within himself for a long time how         to set about the matter, for it was difficult even to obtain a sight of the king&#39;s         daughter. At length he thought of a way, and said to the king &#39;everything which she has         about her is of gold - tables, chairs, dishes, glasses, bowls, and household furniture.         Among your treasures are five tons of gold, let one of the goldsmiths of the kingdom         fashion these into all manner of vessels and utensils, into all kinds of birds, wild         beasts and strange animals, such as may please her, and we will go there with them and try         our luck.&#39;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The king ordered all the goldsmiths to be brought to him, and they         had to work night and day until at last the most splendid things were prepared. When         everything was stowed on board a ship, faithful John put on the dress of a merchant, and         the king was forced to do the same in order to make himself quite unrecognizable. Then         they sailed across the sea, and sailed on until they came to the town wherein dwelt the         princess of the golden dwelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Faithful John bade the king stay behind on the ship, and wait for         him. &#39;Perhaps I shall bring the princess with me, said he, &#39;therefore see that everything         is in order, have the golden vessels set out and the whole ship decorated.&#39; Then he         gathered together in his apron all kinds of golden things, went on shore and walked         straight to the royal palace. When he entered the courtyard of the palace, a beautiful         girl was standing there by the well with two golden buckets in her hand, drawing water         with them. And when she was just turning round to carry away the sparkling water she saw         the stranger, and asked who he was. So he answered &#39;I am a merchant, and opened his apron,         and let her look in. Then she cried &#39;oh, what beautiful golden things.&#39; And put her pails         down and looked at the golden wares one after the other. Then said the girl &#39;the princess         must see these, she has such great pleasure in golden things, that she will buy all you         have.&#39; She took him by the hand and led him upstairs, for she was the waiting-maid. When         the king&#39;s daughter saw the wares, she was quite delighted and said &#39;they are so         beautifully worked, that I will buy them all from you.&#39; But faithful John said &#39;I am only         the servant of a rich merchant. The things I have here are not to be compared with those         my master has in his ship. They are the most beautiful and valuable things that have ever         been made in gold.&#39; When she wanted to have everything brought up to her, he said &#39;there         are so many of them that it would take a great many days to do that, and so many rooms         would be required to exhibit them, that your house is not big enough.&#39; Then her curiosity         and longing were still more excited, until at last she said &#39;conduct me to the ship, I         will go there myself, and behold the treasures of your master.&#39; At this faithful John was         quite delighted, and led her to the ship, and when the king saw her, he perceived that her         beauty was even greater than the picture had represented it to be, and thought no other         than that his heart would burst in twain. Then she boarded the ship, and the king led her         within. Faithful John, however, remained with the helmsman, and ordered the ship to be         pushed off, saying &#39;set all sail, till it fly like a bird in the air.&#39; Within, the king         showed her the golden vessels, every one of them, also the wild beasts and strange         animals. Many hours went by whilst she was seeing everything, and in her delight she did         not observe that the ship was sailing away. After she had looked at the last, she thanked         the merchant and wanted to go home, but when she came to the side of the ship, she saw         that it was on the high seas far from land, and hurrying onwards with all sail set. &#39;Ah,         cried she in her alarm, &#39;I am betrayed. I am carried away and have fallen into the power         of a merchant - I would rather die.&#39; The king, however, seized her hand, and said &#39;I am         not a merchant. I am a king, and of no meaner origin than you are, and if I have carried         you away with subtlety, that has come to pass because of my exceeding great love for you.         The first time that I looked on your portrait, I fell fainting to the ground.&#39; When the         princess of the golden dwelling heard this, she was comforted, and her heart was drawn to         him, so that she willingly consented to be his wife. It so happened, while they were         sailing onwards over the deep sea, that faithful John, who was sitting on the fore part of         the vessel, making music, saw three ravens in the air, which came flying towards them. At         this he stopped playing and listened to what they were saying to each other, for that he         well understood. One cried &#39;oh, there he is carrying home the princess of the golden         dwelling.&#39; &#39;Yes, replied the second, &#39;but he has not got her yet.&#39; Said the third &#39;but he         has got her, she is sitting beside him in the ship.&#39; Then the first began again, and cried         &#39;what good will that do him. When they reach land a chestnut horse will leap forward to         meet him, and the prince will want to mount it, but if he does that, it will run away with         him, and rise up into the air, and he will never see his maiden more.&#39; Spoke the second         &#39;but is there no escape.&#39; &#39;Oh, yes, if someone else mounts it swiftly, and takes out the         pistol which he will find in its holster, and shoots the horse dead, the young king is         saved. But who knows that. And whosoever does know it, and tells it to him, will be turned         to stone from the toe to the knee.&#39; Then said the second &#39;I know more than that, even if         the horse be killed, the young king will still not keep his bride. When they go into the         castle together, a wrought bridal garment will be lying there in a dish, and looking as if         it were woven of gold and silver, it is, however, nothing but sulphur and pitch, and if he         put it on, it will burn him to the very bone and marrow.&#39; Said the third &#39;is there no         escape at all.&#39; &#39;Oh, yes, replied the second, &#39;if any one with gloves on seizes the         garment and throws it into the fire and burns it, the young king will be saved. But what         good will that do. Whosoever knows it and tells it to him, half his body will become stone         from the knee to the heart.&#39; Then said the third &#39;I know still more, even if the bridal         garment be burnt, the young king will still not have his bride. After the wedding, when         the dancing begins and the young queen is dancing, she will suddenly turn pale and fall         down as if dead, and if some one does not lift her up and draw three drops of blood from         her right breast and spit them out again, she will die. But if any one who knows that were         to declare it, he would become stone from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot.&#39;         When the ravens had spoken of this together, they flew onwards, and faithful John had well         understood everything, but from that time forth he became quiet and sad, for if he         concealed what he had heard from his master, the latter would be unfortunate, and if he         disclosed it to him, he himself must sacrifice his life. At length, however, he said to         himself &#39;I will save my master, even if it bring destruction on myself.&#39; When therefore         they came to shore, all happened as had been foretold by the ravens, and a magnificent         chestnut horse sprang forward. &#39;Good, said the king, &#39;he shall carry me to my palace, and         was about to mount it when faithful John got before him, jumped quickly on it, drew the         pistol out of the holster, and shot the horse. Then the other attendants of the king, who         were not very fond of faithful John, cried &#39;how shameful to kill the beautiful animal,         that was to have carried the king to his palace.&#39; But the king said &#39;hold your peace and         leave him alone, he is my most faithful John. Who knows what good may come of this.&#39; They         went into the palace, and in the hall there stood a dish, and therein lay the bridal         garment looking no otherwise than as if it were made of gold and silver. The young king         went towards it and was about to take hold of it, but faithful John pushed him away,         seized it with gloves on, carried it quickly to the fire and burnt it. The other         attendants again began to murmur, and said &#39;behold, now he is even burning the king&#39;s         bridal garment.&#39; But the young king said &#39;who knows what good he may have done, leave him         alone, he is my most faithful John.&#39; And now the wedding was solemnized - the dance began,         and the bride also took part in it, then faithful John was watchful and looked into her         face, and suddenly she turned pale and fell to the ground as if she were dead. On this he         ran hastily to her, lifted her up and bore her into a chamber - then he laid her down, and         knelt and sucked the three drops of blood from her right breast, and spat them out.         Immediately she breathed again and recovered herself, but the young king had seen this,         and being ignorant why faithful John had done it, was angry and cried &#39;throw him into a         dungeon.&#39; Next morning faithful John was condemned, and led to the gallows, and when he         stood on high, and was about to be executed, he said &#39;every one who has to die is         permitted before his end to make one last speech, may I too claim the right.&#39; &#39;Yes,         answered the king, &#39;it shall be granted unto you.&#39; Then said faithful John &#39;I am unjustly         condemned, and have always been true to you, and he related how he had hearkened to the         conversation of the ravens when on the sea, and how he had been obliged to do all these         things in order to save his master. Then cried the king &#39;oh, my most faithful John.         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从前有只老山羊。它生了七只小山羊，并且像所有母亲爱孩子一样爱它们。一天，它要到森林里去取食物，便把七个孩子全叫过来，对它们说：“亲爱的孩子 们，我要到森林里去一下，你们一定要提防狼。要是让狼进屋，它会把你们全部吃掉的——连皮带毛通通吃光。这个坏蛋常常把自己化装成别的样子，但是，你们只 要一听到他那粗哑的声音、一看到它那黑黑的爪子，就能认出它来。”小山羊们说：“好妈妈，我们会当心的。你去吧，不用担心。”老山羊咩咩地叫了几声，便放 心地去了。&lt;/div&gt;
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没过多久，有人敲门，而且大声说：“开门哪，我的好孩子。你们的妈妈回来了，还给你们每个人带来了一点东西。”可是，小山羊们听到粗哑的声音，立刻知 道是狼来了。“我们不开门，”它们大声说，“你不是我们的妈妈。我们的妈妈说话时声音又软又好听，而你的声音非常粗哑，你是狼！”于是，狼跑到杂货商那 里，买了一大块白垩土，吃了下去，结果嗓子变细了。然后它又回来敲山羊家的门，喊道：“开门哪，我的好孩子。你们的妈妈回来了，给你们每个人都带了点东 西。”可是狼把它的黑爪子搭在了窗户上，小山羊们看到黑爪子便一起叫道：“我们不开门。我们的妈妈没有你这样的黑爪子。你是狼！”于是狼跑到面包师那里， 对他说：“我的脚受了点伤，给我用面团揉一揉。”等面包师用面团给它揉过之后，狼又跑到磨坊主那里，对他说：“在我的脚上洒点白面粉。”磨坊主想：“狼肯 定是想去骗什么人”，便拒绝了它的要求。可是狼说：“要是你不给我洒面粉，我就把你吃掉。”磨坊主害怕了，只好洒了点面粉，把狼的爪子弄成了白色。人就是 这个德行！&lt;/div&gt;
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这个坏蛋第三次跑到山羊家，一面敲门一面说：“开门哪，孩子们。你们的好妈妈回来了，还从森林里给你们每个人带回来一些东西。”小山羊们叫道：“你先 把脚给我们看看，好让我们知道你是不是我们的妈妈。”狼把爪子伸进窗户，小山羊们看到爪子是白的，便相信它说的是真话，打开了屋门。然而进来的是狼！小山 羊们吓坏了，一个个都想躲起来。第一只小山羊跳到了桌子下，第二只钻进了被子，第三只躲到了炉子里，第四只跑进了厨房，第五只藏在柜子里，第六只挤在洗脸 盆下，第七只爬进了钟盒里。狼把它们一个个都找了出来，毫不客气地把它们全都吞进了肚子。只有躲在钟盒里的那只最小的山羊没有被狼发现。狼吃饱了之后，心 满意足地离开了山羊家，来到绿草地上的一棵大树下，躺下身子开始呼呼大睡起来。&lt;/div&gt;
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没过多久，老山羊从森林里回来了。啊！它都看到了些什么呀！屋门敞开着，桌子、椅子和凳子倒在地上，洗脸盆摔成了碎片，被子和枕头掉到了地上。它找它 的孩子，可哪里也找不到。它一个个地叫它们的名字，可是没有一个出来答应它。最后，当它叫到最小的山羊的名字时，一个细细的声音喊叫道：“好妈妈，我在钟 盒里。”老山羊把它抱了出来，它告诉妈妈狼来过了，并且把哥哥姐姐们都吃掉了。大家可以想象出老山羊失去孩子后哭得多么伤心！&lt;/div&gt;
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老山羊最后伤心地哭着走了出去，最小的山羊也跟着跑了出去。当它们来到草地上时，狼还躺在大树下睡觉，呼噜声震得树枝直抖。老山羊从前后左右打量着 狼，看到那家伙鼓得老高的肚子里有什么东西在动个不停。“天哪，”它说，“我的那些被它吞进肚子里当晚餐的可怜的孩子，难道它们还活着吗？”最小的山羊跑 回家，拿来了剪刀和针线。老山羊剪开那恶魔的肚子，刚剪了第一刀，一只小羊就把头探了出来。它继续剪下去，六只小羊一个个都跳了出来，全都活着，而且一点 也没有受伤，因为那贪婪的坏蛋是把它们整个吞下去的。这是多么令人开心的事啊！它们拥抱自己的妈妈，像当新娘的裁缝一样高兴得又蹦又跳。可是羊妈妈说： “你们去找些大石头来。我们趁这坏蛋还没有醒过来，把石头装到它的肚子里去。”七只小山羊飞快地拖来很多石头，拼命地往狼肚子里塞；然后山羊妈妈飞快地把 狼肚皮缝好，结果狼一点也没有发觉，它根本都没有动弹。&lt;/div&gt;
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狼终于睡醒了。它站起身，想到井边去喝水，因为肚子里装着的石头使它口渴得要死。可它刚一迈脚，肚子里的石头便互相碰撞，发出哗啦哗啦的响声。它叫道：&lt;/div&gt;
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它到了井边，弯腰去喝水，可沉重的石头压得它掉进了井里，淹死了。七只小山羊看到后，全跑到这里来叫道：“狼死了！狼死了！”它们高兴地和妈妈一起围着水井跳起舞来。&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=fairytale0a-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000XU6VFA&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/feeds/4851948543833772496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_4453.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default/4851948543833772496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756207418844386470/posts/default/4851948543833772496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fay9070.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_4453.html' title='狼和七只小山羊'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2-0lOarM69p4-_KeqdtiI1VwsJ8HmqQ1QtdvDnq3Ddol5TfWsYg6hAVIQ8XgbAk5RB9nGo2heS5kq2tL2VotGRyM34KvuJ59SpW-CCtSr3G2MuEbTx39yBQY609SXCRXROGihN_rVvQF/s72-c/il_430xn_53754774.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756207418844386470.post-5965700380704411137</id><published>2011-06-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:23:17.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was once upon a time an old goat who had seven little kids,         and loved them with all the love of a mother for her children. One day she wanted to go         into the forest and fetch some food. So she called all seven to her and said, dear         children, I have to go into the forest, be on your guard against the wolf, if he comes in,         he will devour you all - skin, hair, and everything. The wretch often disguises himself,         but you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet. The kids said, dear         mother, we will take good care of ourselves, you may go away without any anxiety. Then the         old one bleated, and went on her way with an easy mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was not long before some one knocked at the house-door and         called, open the door, dear children, your mother is here, and has brought something back         with her for each of you. But the little kids knew that it was the wolf, by the rough         voice. We will not open the door, cried they, you are not our mother. She has a soft,         pleasant voice, but your voice is rough, you are the wolf. Then the wolf went away to a         shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk, ate this and made his voice soft with         it. The he came back, knocked at the door of the house, and called, open the door, dear         children, your mother is here and has brought something back with her for each of you. But         the wolf had laid his black paws against the window, and the children saw them and cried,         we will not open the door, our mother has not black feet like you, you are the wolf. Then         the wolf ran to a baker and said, I have hurt my feet, rub some dough over them for me.         And when the baker had rubbed his feet over, he ran to the miller and said, strew some         white meal over my feet for me. The miller thought to himself, the wolf wants to deceive         someone, and refused, but the wolf said, if you will not do it, I will devour you. Then         the miller was afraid, and made his paws white for him. Truly, this the way of mankind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So now the wretch went for the third time to the house-door, knocked         at it and said, open the door for me, children, your dear little mother has come home, and         has brought every one of you something back from the forest with her. The little kids         cried, first show us your paws that we may know if you are our dear little mother. Then he         put his paws in through the window, and when the kids saw that they were white, they         believed that all he said was true, and opened the door. But who should come in but the         wolf they were terrified and wanted to hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the         second into the bed, the third into the stove, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth into         the cupboard, the sixth under the washing-bowl, and the seventh into the clock-case. But         the wolf found them all, and used no great ceremony, one after the other he swallowed them         down his throat. The youngest, who was in the clock-case, was the only one he did not         find. When the wolf had satisfied his appetite he took himself off, laid himself down         under a tree in the green meadow outside, and began to sleep. Soon afterwards the old goat         came home again from the forest. Ah. What a sight she saw there. The house-door stood wide         open. The table, chairs, and benches were thrown down, the washing-bowl lay broken to         pieces, and the quilts and pillows were pulled off the bed. She sought her children, but         they were nowhere to be found. She called them one after another by name, but no one         answered. At last, when she caame to the youngest, a soft voice cried, dear mother, I am         in the clock-case. She took the kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and had         eaten all the others. Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with         her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that         the branches shook. She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and         struggling in his gorged belly. Ah, heavens, she said, is it possible that my poor         children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still alive. Then the kid had         to run home and fetch scissors, and a needle and thread and the goat cut open the         monster&#39;s stomach, and hardly had she make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head         out, and when she cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were all still         alive, and had suffered no injury whatever, for in his greediness the monster had         swallowed them down whole. What rejoicing there was. They embraced their dear mother, and         jumped like a sailor at his wedding. The mother, however, said, now go and look for some         big stones, and we will fill the wicked beast&#39;s stomach with them while he is still         asleep. Then the seven kids dragged the stones thither with all speed, and put as many of         them into his stomach as they could get in, and the mother sewed him up again in the         greatest haste, so that he was not aware of anything and never once stirred.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the wolf at length had had his fill of sleep, he got on his         legs, and as the stones in his stomach made him very thirsty, he wanted to go to a well to         drink. But when he began to walk and move about, the stones in his stomach knocked against         each other and rattled. Then cried he, what rumbles and tumbles against my poor bones. I         thought &#39;twas six kids, but it feels like big stones. And when he got to the well and         stooped over the water to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in, and he had to drown         miserably. When the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried aloud,         the wolf is dead. The wolf is dead, and danced for joy round about the well with their         mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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有位父亲，膝下有两个儿子。大儿子聪明伶俐，遇事都能应付自如；小儿子呢，却呆头呆脑，啥也不懂，还啥也不学，人们看见他时都异口同声地说：“他父亲为他得操多少心哪！”&lt;/div&gt;
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遇到有什么事儿要办的时候，总得大儿子出面去办；不过，要是天晚了，或者深更半夜的时候，父亲还要他去取什么东西的话，而且要路过墓地，或者其它令人毛骨悚然的地方，他就会回答说：“啊，爸爸，我可不去，我害怕！”他是真的害怕。 &lt;/div&gt;
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晚上，一家人围坐在火炉旁讲故事，讲到令人毛发悚立的时候，听故事的人里就会有人说：“真可怕呀！”小儿子在这种时候，总是一个人坐在屋角里听他们说 话，却怎么也不明白他们说的是什么意思，于是他常常大声地说：“他们都说，‘我害怕！我害怕！’可我从来不害怕。我想这一定是一种本领，是一种我完全弄不 懂的本领。”&lt;br /&gt;
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有一天，父亲对他说：“你就呆在角落里，给我听好了。你已经是一个强壮的小伙子了，也该学点养活自己的本事了。你看你哥哥，多么勤奋好学；你再看看你自己，好话都当成了耳边风。” &lt;/div&gt;
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“爸爸，你说的没错，”小儿子回答说，“我非常愿意学点本事。要是办得到的话，我很想学会害怕，我还一点儿也不会害怕呢。”&lt;/div&gt;
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哥哥听了这话，哈哈大笑起来，心想，“我的天哪，我弟弟可真是个傻瓜蛋；他一辈子都没什么指望了。三岁看小，七岁看老嘛。”父亲叹了一口气，对小儿子回答说：“我保证，你早晚能学会害怕；不过，靠害怕是养活不了自己的。” &lt;/div&gt;
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过了不多日子，教堂的执事到他们家来作客，于是父亲向他诉说了自己的心事，抱怨他的小儿子简直傻透了，啥也不会，还啥也不学。他对执事说：“您想一想，我问他将来打算靠什么来养活自己，他却说要学会害怕。”&lt;/div&gt;
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执事听了回答说：“如果他想的只是这个的话，那他很快能学会的。让他跟我走好啦，我替你整治他。”&lt;/div&gt;
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父亲满口答应，心想，“不论怎么说，这小子这回该长进一点啦。”于是，执事就把小儿子带回了家，叫他在教堂敲钟。 &lt;/div&gt;
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几天后的一个深夜，执事把小儿子叫醒，要他起床后到教堂钟楼上去敲钟。“这回我要教教你什么是害怕。”执事心里想着，随后悄悄地先上了钟楼。小儿子来到钟楼，转身去抓敲钟的绳子的时候，却发现一个白色的人影儿，正对着窗口站在楼梯上。&lt;/div&gt;
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“那是谁呀？”他大声地问，可是那个影子却不回答，一动不动地站在那儿。 &lt;/div&gt;
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“回话呀！”小伙子扯着嗓子吼道，“要不就给我滚开！深更半夜的你来干啥！”&lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子又一次大声吼道：“你想在这儿干啥？说呀，你实话实说，不说我就把你扔到楼下去。” &lt;/div&gt;
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执事心想：“他不会那么做”，因此他依然一声不响，一动不动地站在那儿，就像泥塑木雕的一般。&lt;/div&gt;
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接着小伙子第三次冲他吼叫，可还是没有一点儿用，于是小伙子猛扑过去，一把将鬼怪推下了楼梯。鬼怪在楼梯上翻滚了十多级，才躺在墙角不动了。接着小伙子去敲钟，敲完钟回到了他自己的房间后，一言未发，倒头便睡。 &lt;/div&gt;
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执事的太太左等右等却不见丈夫回来，后来她感到很担忧，就叫醒了小伙子，问他： “你知不知道我丈夫在哪儿？他在你之前上的钟楼。” &lt;/div&gt;
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“不知道，”小伙子回答说，“不过，有个人当时对着窗口站在楼梯上。我朝他大吼大叫，他不答话，也不走开，我想那一定是个坏蛋，就一下子把他从楼梯上推了下去。您去看看，就知道是不是您丈夫了。要是的话，我非常抱歉。” &lt;/div&gt;
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执事的太太急匆匆跑了出去，发现她丈夫正躺在墙角，一边呻吟一边叹息，因为他的一条腿给摔断了。 &lt;/div&gt;
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执事的太太把他背回了家，随后跑去见小伙子的父亲，对着他大喊大叫：“你的那个小子闯下了大祸。他把我丈夫从钟楼的楼梯上一把给推了下来，腿都摔断了。把这个废物从我们家领走吧。” &lt;/div&gt;
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一听这些，父亲惊慌失措，风风火火地跑到执事家，对着儿子破口大骂：“你一定是着了魔，竟干出这等混账事来！” &lt;/div&gt;
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“爸爸，”小伙子申辩说，“一点儿都不怪我呀。您听我说：他深更半夜的站在那里，好像是来干坏事的。我哪里知道那是谁呀！我一连三次大声地告诉他，要么答腔儿，要么走开。” &lt;/div&gt;
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“唉！”父亲说道，“你只会给我召灾惹祸。你给我走得远远的，别让我再见到你。” &lt;/div&gt;
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“好吧，爸爸，”小伙子回答说，“可得等到天亮才成。天一亮，我就去学害怕。起码我要学会养活自己的本事。” &lt;/div&gt;
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“你想学啥就去学吧，”父亲说道，“反正对我都是一回事。给你五十个银币，拿着闯荡世界去吧。记着，跟谁也别说你是从哪儿出去的，你父亲是谁。有你这样一个儿子我脸都丢光了。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“那好吧，爸爸，我就照您说的去做好啦。”小伙子回答说，“如果您不再提别的要求的话，这事太容易办到啦。”&lt;/div&gt;
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天亮了，小伙子把那五十个银币装进衣袋里，从家中走出来，上了大路。他一边走，一边不停地自言自语：“我要是会害怕该多好啊！我要是会害怕该多好啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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过了不久，有一个人从后面赶了上来，听见了小伙子自言自语时所说的话。他们一块儿走了一段路程，来到了一个看得见绞架的地方，这个人对小伙子说：“你瞧！那边有棵树，树上一共吊着七个强盗。你坐在树下，等到天黑了，你准能学会害怕。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“如果只要我做这个的话，那太容易啦。”小伙子回答说，“要是我真的这么快就学会了害怕，我这五十个银币就归你啦。明天早晨你再来一趟。” &lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子说完就朝绞架走去，然后坐在绞架的下面，等着夜幕的降临。他坐在那里感到很冷，于是就生起了一堆火。可是夜半风起，寒冷难耐，他虽然烤着火，还 是感到很冷。寒风吹得吊着的死尸荡来荡去，相互碰撞。他心想，“我坐在火堆旁还感到挺冷的，那几个可怜的家伙吊在那里，该多冷呀。”小伙子的心肠可真好： 他搭起梯子，然后爬上去，解开了这些被绞死的强盗身上的绳索，再一个接一个地把他们放下来。接着他把火拨旺，吹了又吹，使火堆熊熊燃烧起来。然后他把他们 抱过来，围着火堆坐了一圈，让他们暖暖身子。可是这些家伙坐在那里纹丝不动，甚至火烧着了他们的衣服，他们还是一动也不动。于是小伙子对他们说：“你们在 干什么？小心点啊！要不我就把你们再吊上去。”可是这些被绞死的强盗根本听不见他的话，他们仍然一声不吭，让自己的破衣烂衫被火烧着。 &lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子这下子可真生气了，于是就说：“你们一点儿都不小心，我可帮不了你们啦，我才不愿意和你们一起让火烧死呢。”说完，他又把他们一个接一个地全都吊了上去。然后，他在火堆旁坐了下来，不一会儿就睡着了。&lt;/div&gt;
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第二天清早，那个人来到小伙子面前，想得到他的五十个银币。他对小伙子说：“喂，我想你现在知道什么是害怕了吧？”&lt;/div&gt;
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“不知道哇，”小伙子回答说，“我怎样才能知道呢？上边吊着的那些可怜的家伙，怎么都不开口，个个是傻瓜，身上就穿那么点儿破破烂烂的衣服，烧着了还不在乎。”&lt;/div&gt;
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听了这话，那个人心里就明白了，他是怎么也赢不到小伙子的五十个银币了，于是，他就走了，走的时候说道：“我活这么大岁数还从来没有见到过这样的人呢。”&lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子又上了路，路上又开始嘀嘀咕咕地自言自语：“我要是会害怕该多好啊！我要是会害怕该多好啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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一个从后面赶上来的车夫听见了小伙子的话，就问道：&lt;/div&gt;
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“我不知道。”小伙子答道。&lt;/div&gt;
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车夫接着问道：“你打哪儿来呀？”&lt;/div&gt;
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“你父亲是谁？”&lt;/div&gt;
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“你一个劲儿地在嘀咕些啥呢？”&lt;/div&gt;
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“咳，”小伙子回答说，“我想学会害怕，可没谁能教会我。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“别说蠢话啦，”车夫说道，“跟我走吧。我先给你找个住的地方。”&lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子跟着车夫上了路，傍晚时分他们来到了一家小旅店，打定主意要在这儿过夜。他们进屋时，小伙子又高声大嗓门地说了起来：“我要是会害怕该多好啊！我要是会害怕该多好啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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店主无意中听到了这话，就大声地笑了起来，然后说：&lt;/div&gt;
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“你要是想这个的话，这里倒是有一个好机会呀。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“别再说了，”店主的太太说道，“有多少冒失鬼都在那里送了命啊。要是这个小伙子的那双漂亮的眼睛，再也见不到阳光了，那多可惜呀。”&lt;/div&gt;
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听了店主太太的这番话，小伙子却说：“我一定要学会，不管多么艰难，我都不在乎。正是为了这个我才从家里出来闯荡的。”小伙子死缠着店主不放，店主只 好告诉他：离小旅店不远，有一座魔宫，谁要想知道害怕是怎么一回事，只要在那里呆三个夜晚就行了。国王已经许下诺言，谁愿意到魔宫里一试身手，就把公主许 配给谁。那位公主啊，是天底下最最美丽的少女呢。在魔宫里，藏着大量的金银财宝，由一群恶魔把守着。谁要是能得到这些金银财宝，就是一个穷光蛋也会成为大 富翁的。不少人冒险进到魔宫里去，可是都是有去无还。 &lt;/div&gt;
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第二天早晨，小伙子去见国王，他对国王说：“如果能得到您的允许，我很高兴到魔宫里去守夜三天。”&lt;/div&gt;
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国王对小伙子上下打量了一番，觉得他挺不错的，就回答说：“你可以去，你还可以要三样东西带到魔宫里去，但必须是无生命的东西。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“那么，”小伙子回答说，“我就要一把火、一个木匠工作台，还要一台带刀的车床。”&lt;/div&gt;
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国王吩咐把小伙子所要的东西在白天搬深到魔宫里去。黄昏时分，小伙子走进魔宫，在一个房间里生起了一堆熊熊燃烧的大火，把木匠工作台和车刀放在火堆旁边，自己则靠着车床坐下。“我要是会害怕该多好啊！”他说道，“没准在这儿我还是学不会害怕。”&lt;/div&gt;
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快到半夜的时候，小伙子打算往火堆里添柴，好让火烧得旺些。正当他使劲儿吹火的时候，突然听到从房间的一个角落里传来的叫声：“喵儿，喵儿，我们好冷啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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“你们这帮笨蛋，”小伙子说道，“喵喵地叫喊个啥？要是真冷，就坐过来烤烤火。”&lt;/div&gt;
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他话音刚落，就一下子跳过来两只大黑猫，在他身旁坐下，一边坐一只，瞪大眼睛恶狠狠地盯着他。过了一会儿，两只黑猫烤暖和了，就对小伙子说：“伙计，咱们一起打牌怎么样？” &lt;/div&gt;
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“那敢情好，”小伙子回答说，“不过呀，得先让我看看你们的爪子。”两只黑猫果真把爪子伸了过来。&lt;/div&gt;
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“哎呀呀，你们的指甲好长啊！”小伙子大声说道，“等一下，我来给你们剪一剪吧。”&lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子说着就掐住它们的脖子，把它们放在木匠工作台上，牢牢地夹住它们的爪子。然后他说：“我已经看过你们的爪子了，我不喜欢和你们打牌。”说完，他把两只黑猫给打死了，扔到了外面的水池里。&lt;/div&gt;
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可是，他刚刚收拾了这两只黑猫，准备回到火边坐下的时候，从房间的各个角落、各个洞穴又钻出成群的黑猫和黑狗，还拖着烧得火红的链子，而且越来越多， 多得连小伙子藏身的地方都没有了。这些黑猫黑狗尖叫着，声音非常吓人，接着它们在火堆上踩来踩去，把火堆上燃烧的柴火拖得到处都是，想将火弄灭。起先，小 伙子一声不吭地忍受着它们的恶作剧，可等到它们闹得太不像话了，他一把抓起车刀来，大声喝道：“都给我滚开，你们这帮流氓！”说着他就开始左劈右砍。有的 猫狗逃之夭夭，没逃掉的就被他砍死了，扔进了外面的水池里。&lt;/div&gt;
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他回屋后，把余烬吹了又吹，使火重新熊熊燃烧起来，然后坐在火边暖和暖和身子。他这样做着坐着，眼睛渐渐地就睁不开了，他很想睡上一觉。他环顾四周， 发现角落里有一张大床。“这正是我需要的东西。”他说道，然后就躺了上去。谁知他刚要合眼，大床却开始移动，接着在魔宫中到处滚动。 &lt;/div&gt;
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“接着滚，挺好的，”小伙子喊叫着说，“想滚多快都行啊。”话音刚落，大床就像有六匹马拉着似的，上下翻腾，飞也似的向前滚动，越过一道道门槛，翻越 一段段楼梯。忽然间，轰隆一声巨响，大床翻了个个儿，来了一个底朝天，像一座大山一样压在了小伙子的身上。可小伙子把床垫枕头什么的猛地一掀，就钻了出 来，然后说道：“现在谁想乘坐，就请便吧。”&lt;/div&gt;
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说完他便躺在火堆旁，一觉睡到大天亮。&lt;/div&gt;
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第二天早上，国王驾到。国王看见小伙子躺在地上，以为他丧生于鬼怪，确实死了，国王于是长吁短叹，说道：“多可惜啊！多帅的小伙子啊！” &lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子听到这话，一跃而起，说道：“还没到这份儿上！”&lt;/div&gt;
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国王见此情景又惊又喜，问他情况如何。&lt;/div&gt;
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“很好，”小伙子回答说，“已经过去了一夜，另外两夜也会过去的。”&lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子回到旅店，店主惊得目瞪口呆。他对小伙子说：&lt;/div&gt;
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“我以为再也见不到你了。你学会害怕了吗？”&lt;/div&gt;
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“还没有呢，”小伙子回答说，“完全是白费力气。要是有谁能教我学会害怕就好啦！”&lt;/div&gt;
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第二天晚上，小伙子又走进古老的魔宫。他在火堆旁坐下来之后，又开始老调重弹： “我要是会害怕该多好啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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时近午夜，小伙子听见一片嘈杂声，由远及近，越来越响，随后又安静了一小会儿，接着顺着烟囱跌跌撞撞下来一个半截人，一步跨到小伙子的面前。“喂，”小伙子说，“还得有半截才行，这成什么样子！”&lt;/div&gt;
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说完，嘈杂声又响了起来。随着一阵喧嚣，另半截身子也摇摇晃晃地落了下来。“等一等，”小伙子说，“我把火吹旺一点。”&lt;/div&gt;
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当小伙子把火吹旺了，转过头来时，那两个半截身子已经合在了一起，变成了一个面目狰狞可怕的家伙，正端坐在小伙子的座位上。&lt;/div&gt;
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“我可没这个意思，”小伙子大声地嚷嚷说，“那座位是我的。”&lt;/div&gt;
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那个家伙想把小伙子推开，可小伙子怎么会答应呢，一用劲儿把那家伙推开，重又坐在自己的座位上。随后，越来越多这样的家伙从烟囱落到地面，他们随身带 着九根大骨头和两个骷髅，把骨头立在地上就玩起了撞柱游戏。小伙子一见心里痒痒的，也想玩这种游戏，于是就问他们：“喂，算我一个好吗？” &lt;/div&gt;
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“好哇，”他们回答说，“有钱就来玩。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“钱我有的是，”小伙子回答说，“不过你们的球不太圆。”&lt;/div&gt;
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说完他就抓起骷髅，放在车床上把骷髅车圆了。&lt;/div&gt;
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“圆啦，”小伙子喊叫着说，“这回就滚得更顺溜啦。我们会玩得很痛快！”&lt;/div&gt;
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小伙子和他们一块儿玩了起来，结果输了一些钱。说也奇怪，午夜十二点的钟声响起时，眼前的一切消失得无影无踪。于是小伙子默默地躺下睡觉。 &lt;/div&gt;
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第三天晚上，小伙子又坐在工作台上，心情烦躁地叨咕：&lt;/div&gt;
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“我要是会害怕该多好啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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话音刚落，突然走进来一个高大的男人，个头比小伙子见过的任何人都高，样子特别可怕。他已上了年纪，留着长长的白胡子。&lt;/div&gt;
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“嘿，淘气鬼！”他吼叫道，“你马上就学会害怕啦！你死到临头啦！”“没那么容易吧，”小伙子回答说，“要我死，先得我答应。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“我这就宰了你。”这个恶魔咆哮道。&lt;/div&gt;
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“忙什么，忙什么，”小伙子对他说，“别尽吹牛皮。我觉得我和你的劲一样大，或许比你的劲还要大。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“那咱们较量较量。”老头儿大叫道，“要是你比我劲大，我就放你走。过来，咱们比试比试吧。”&lt;/div&gt;
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他领着小伙子穿过黑乎乎的通道，来到一座铁匠炉前。老头儿举起一把斧头，猛地一下，就把一个铁砧砸进了地里。&lt;/div&gt;
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“我会干得比这更漂亮。”小伙子一边说着一边朝另一个铁砧走过去。老头儿站在一旁观看，白花花的胡子垂在胸前。小伙子一把抓起斧头，一斧就把铁砧劈成两半，还把老头儿的胡子紧紧地楔了进去。&lt;/div&gt;
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“这下我可逮住你啦，”小伙子大叫道，“是你死到临头啦！”&lt;/div&gt;
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说着小伙子顺手抓起一根铁棍，对着老家伙就乱打起来，打得他鬼哭狼嚎，央求小伙子住手，并告诉小伙子说，如果他住手，他会得到一大笔财富。于是小伙子将斧头拔了出来，放开了老家伙的长胡子。&lt;/div&gt;
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老头儿领着小伙子回到魔宫，给他看了三只大箱子，箱子里装满了黄金。“一箱给穷人，”他说道，“一箱给国王，另一箱就是你的了。”&lt;/div&gt;
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正说着话的当儿，午夜十二点的钟声敲响了，这个老妖怪一下子就无影无踪了，只剩下小伙子一个人站在黑夜之中。&lt;/div&gt;
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“我自己能离开这个地方。”小伙子说道，说完就开始在四周摸索，终于找到了回房间的路。回到房间后，他就在火堆旁睡着了。&lt;/div&gt;
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次日早上，国王再次驾到，问小伙子：“我想这回你终于学会害怕了吧？”&lt;/div&gt;
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“没有，真的没有，”小伙子回答说，“害怕到底是怎么回事呢？来了一个白胡子老头儿，让我看了好多金子，可他并没告诉我害怕是怎么回事啊！” &lt;/div&gt;
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“好吧，”国王对小伙子说，“既然你解除了宫殿的魔法，你就娶我的女儿为妻吧。”&lt;/div&gt;
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“那可真是太好啦。”小伙子回答说，“可我现在还是不明白害怕到底是怎么回事啊！”&lt;/div&gt;
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黄金被取出来后，就举行了婚礼。小伙子非常爱他的妻子，感到生活无比幸福，可是他仍然不停地唠叨：“我要是会害怕该多好啊！我要是会害怕该多好啊！”对此他年轻的妻子终于恼火了，于是她的贴身丫环对她说，“我来想个办法，准叫他学会害怕。”&lt;/div&gt;
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说罢她来到流经花园的小溪边，让人把满满一桶虾虎鱼放到屋里，然后告诉她的女主人，等到她丈夫夜里熟睡时，把被子掀开，再把桶里的鱼和水一古脑倒在他身上，这样一来，虾虎鱼就会在他全身乱蹦乱跳。&lt;/div&gt;
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果然小伙子一下子就惊醒了，大喊大叫：“我害怕！哎呀，哎呀！到底是什么使我害怕的呀？亲爱的，这下我可知道害怕是怎么回事啦！”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A father had two sons. The younger, when asked by his father what he would like to learn to support himself, said he would like to learn to shudder. A sexton  told the father that he could teach the boy. After teaching him to ring  the church bell, he sent him one midnight to ring it and came after  him, dressed as a ghost. The boy demanded an explanation. When the  sexton didn&#39;t answer, the boy, unafraid, pushed him down the stairs,  breaking his leg.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His horrified father turned him out of house, so the boy set out to  learn how to shudder. He complained whenever he could, &quot;If only I could  shudder!&quot; One man advised him to stay the night beneath the gallows,  where seven hanged men were still hanging. He did so, and set a fire  for the night. When the hanged bodies shook in the wind, he thought they  must be cold. He cut them down and, while doing so their clothing  caught on fire. The boy, annoyed at their carelessness, hung them back  up in the gallows.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After the incident at the gallows, he began traveling with a  waggoner. When one night they arrived at an inn, the inn-keeper told him  that, if he wanted to know how to shudder, he should visit the haunted  castle nearby. If he could manage to stay there for three nights in a  row, he could learn how to shudder, as well as win the king&#39;s daughter  and all of the rich treasures of the castle. Many men had tried, but  none had succeeded.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The boy accepted the challenge and went to the king. The king agreed,  and told him that he may bring with him three non-living things into  the castle. He asked for a fire, a lathe, and a cutting board with a knife.&lt;/div&gt;
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The first night, as the boy sat in his room, two voices from the  corner of the room moaned into the night, complaining about the cold.  The boy, unafraid, claimed that the owners of the voices were stupid to  not warm themselves with the fire. Suddenly, two black cats jumped out  of the corner and, seeing the calm boy, proposed a card game. The boy  tricked the cats and trapped them with the cutting board and knife.  Black cats and dogs emerged from every patch of darkness in the room,  and the boy fought and killed each of them with his knife. Then, from  the darkness, a bed appeared. He lay down on it, preparing for sleep,  but it began walking all over the castle. Still unafraid, the boy urged  it to go faster. The bed turned upside down on him, but the boy,  unfazed, just tossed the bed aside and slept next to the fire until  morning.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As the boy settled in for his second night in the castle, half of a  man fell down the chimney. The boy, again unafraid, shouted up the  chimney that the other half was needed. The other half, hearing the boy,  fell from the chimney and reunited with the rest. More men followed  with human skulls and dead men&#39;s legs with which to play nine-pins.  The amused boy sharpened the skulls into better balls with his lathe  and joined the men until midnight, when they vanished into thin air.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On his third and final night in the castle, the boy heard a strange  noise. Six men entered his room, carrying a coffin. The boy, unafraid  but distraught, believed the body to be his own dead cousin. As he tried  to warm the body, it reanimated, and, confused, threatened to strangle  him. The boy, angry at his ingratitude, closed the coffin on top of the  man again. An old man heard the noise and came to see the boy. He visits  with the boy, bragging that he can knock an anvil straight to the  ground. The old man brought him to the basement and, while showing the  boy his trick, the boy split an anvil and trapped the old man&#39;s beard in  it, and then proceeded to beat the man with an iron rod. The man,  desperate for mercy, shows the boy all of the treasures in the castle.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When morning finally arrived the next day, the king told the boy that  he could marry his lovely daughter. The boy agreed, though upset that  he had still not learned how to shudder.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After being married, the boy&#39;s continuing complaints annoyed wife to  no end. Reaching her wits&#39; end, she sent for a bucketfull of stream  water, complete with gudgeons.  She tossed the freezing water onto her husband as he slept. As he  awoke, shuddering, he exclaimed that while he had finally learned to  shudder, he still did not know what true fear was.&lt;br /&gt;
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大森林边住着一位樵夫和他的妻子。他们只有一个孩子，是个三岁的女孩。可是他们非常穷，连每天要吃的面包都没有，更不知道该拿什么东西喂孩子。一天早 晨，樵夫愁眉苦脸地到森林里去砍柴，他的面前突然出现了一位高大、美丽的女人，她的头上还戴着一顶饰满了闪烁的星星的宝冠。她对樵夫说：“我是耶稣的母 亲，圣母玛利亚。你很穷，需要帮助。把你的孩子给我吧。我愿意把她带走，做她的母亲，好好照料她。”樵夫听从她的话，把孩子带来，交给了圣母玛利亚。圣母 玛利亚把孩子带到了天堂。孩子在天堂里过得很舒服，吃的是糖饼，喝的是甜牛奶，穿的是金衣服，陪她玩的是小天使。她长到十四岁时，圣母玛利亚有一天把她叫 到面前，对她说：“亲爱的孩子，我要出一趟远门。这是天国十三座门的钥匙，由你保管。你可以打开其中十二扇门，看看里面的美景。这把小钥匙是开第十三扇门 的，但是你千万不要把那扇门打开，不然你会遭到不幸的。”小女孩答应一定听圣母玛利亚的话。等圣母玛利亚走了之后，她开始参观天国的住房。她每天打开一扇 门，直到十二扇门被她一一打开。她看到每一扇门里都坐着一位耶稣的门徒，周围一片光辉灿烂。这辉煌的景象让她万分欢喜，也让昼夜陪伴她的小天使们非常高 兴。现在只剩下那扇禁止被打开的门了。她非常想知道这扇门的后面藏的是什么，便对天使们说：“我不把门全打开，也不进去。我只想打开一条缝，好让我们大家 看看里面有什么。”“啊，不行，”小天使们说，“那样做是罪过。圣母玛利亚禁止你打开它，你要是不听话，可能很容易遭到不幸。”她听到这话便不吭声了，可 她心中的愿望并没有就此消失，而是在不停地折磨着她，让她得不到片刻的安宁。一次，天使们全都出去了，她便想：“现在只有我一个人，可以进去看一眼。我想 谁也不会知道的。”她找出钥匙，一拿在手里就把它插进了锁孔，一插进锁孔就转动了一下，门一下子就开了。她看到里面在火与光之中坐着“三位一体”（基督教 认为圣父、圣子、圣灵原为一体，故称“三位一体”——译者注）。她站在那里，惊讶地望着一切，然后用手指碰了碰火光，她的手指立刻变成了金的。她顿时害怕 极了，猛地关上门，逃走了。可是无论她想什么办法，她都无法消除她的恐惧。她的心总是怦怦直跳，怎么也静不下来，而且手指上的金子怎么也去不掉，无论是擦 呀还是洗呀，那金子还在那里。 &lt;/div&gt;
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圣母玛利亚不久就旅行回来了。她把小女孩叫到跟前，向她要回天国的钥匙。当她把钥匙递过去时，圣母玛利亚盯着她的眼睛问：“你没有打开第十三扇门 吧？”“没有。”小女孩回答。圣母把手放在小女孩的心口，感觉到她的心跳得很厉害，立刻明白她没有听话，知道她打开过那扇门。于是圣母又问：“你真的没有 打开过那扇门吗？”“没有。”小女孩第二次回答。这时，圣母看到了小女孩因为碰了天火而变成了金子的手指，知道她犯了罪，便第三次问她：“你真的没有？” “没有。”小女孩第三次说。圣母玛利亚说：“你没有听我的话，而且你还撒谎。你不配再在天堂住下去了。” &lt;/div&gt;
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小姑娘昏昏沉沉地睡着了。当她醒来时，她发现自己躺在人间的一片荒野中。她想喊叫，可是她发不出任何声音。她站起来想逃走，却发现自己无论走哪个方 向，总有密密的荆棘丛挡住她的去路，怎么也越不过去。在包围她的荒地上立着一棵空心的老树，这便成了她的家。夜晚来临时，她就爬进树洞，睡在里面。刮风下 雨的时候，她也躲在里面。这种生活非常凄惨。每当她想起天堂里的幸福生活，想起和小天使们玩耍的情景，她都会伤心痛哭。草根和野果是她唯一的食物，而这些 她还得努力寻找。秋天到来的时候，她捡起掉在地上的核桃和树叶，把它们搬进洞。这些核桃是她冬天的食粮，而在雪花纷飞、天寒地冻的日子里，她只能像可怜的 小动物一样爬进那些树叶里，免得被冻死。不久，她的衣服就破了，一片一片地掉了下来。当太阳重新暖洋洋地照耀大地时，她便爬出来坐在树前。她的长头发像一 件斗篷，把她全身遮得严严实实。她就这样一年一年地坐在那里，感受着世间的凄苦与不幸。&lt;/div&gt;
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冬去春来，树木重新换上了新绿。一天，国王在森林里打猎，追赶一头狍子，可狍子钻进了包围着这片树林的灌木丛。国王下了马，拨开灌木，用剑为自己砍出 了一条路。等他终于穿过灌木丛时，他看到树下坐着一位非常美丽的姑娘。只见她坐在那里，金色的长发一直垂到脚跟，把她全身上下遮得严严实实。国王呆呆地站 在那里，无比惊讶地看着她，然后才问她：“你是谁？怎么坐在这荒野里？”可是她无法说话，因为她张不了嘴。国王又问：  “你愿意跟我回王宫吗？”她只是稍稍点了点头。国王抱起她，把她放到马背上，带着她骑马回宫。到了王宫后，他让人给她穿上最美的衣服，还给了她各种各样的 东西。她虽然不会说话，却非常美丽温柔，国王真心实意地爱上了她，没过多久就娶她做了妻子。&lt;/div&gt;
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大约过了一年，这位王后生下了一个儿子。当天夜里，当她一个人躺在床上时，圣母玛利亚出现在她的面前，并且对她说：“要是你说实话，承认自己打开过那 扇禁止打开的门，我就打开你的嘴，让你能开口说话；可要是你顽固不化，继续否认自己的罪孽，我就把你的初生婴儿带走。”圣母这时允许王后说话，可王后固执 地说：“不，我没有打开那扇禁止打开的门。”圣母玛利亚便从她怀里夺过初生的婴儿，带着他消失了。第二天早晨，看到孩子不见了，人们便在私下里议论，说王 后是吃人的恶魔，竟然杀死了自己的孩子。这些话她全听到了，却没法说什么。好在国王非常爱她，所以也不相信大家所说的话。&lt;/div&gt;
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一年过后，王后又生了一个儿子。夜里圣母玛利亚又来到了她的面前，对她说：“要是你承认打开过那扇禁止打开的门，我就把你的孩子还给你，并且让你开口 说话；可要是你继续否认，我就把你这个初生的孩子也带走。”王后仍然回答：“没有，我没有打开那扇门。”圣母只好又从她怀里夺过孩子，带着他回天国去了。 第二天早晨，人们看到这个孩子又不见了，便公开地说孩子肯定是被王后吞吃掉了。国王的大臣们要求审判她，但国王因为深爱着王后，不但不肯相信别人的话，而 且还禁止大臣们谈及这件事，违者一律处死。&lt;/div&gt;
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又过了一年，王后生了一个非常美丽的女儿。圣母玛利亚第三次在夜里出现在她的面前，对她说：“跟我来。”她牵着王后的手，带着她来到天国，让她看她的 两个儿子。那兄弟俩一面朝她微笑，一面玩着地球仪。这情景让王后很高兴，圣母玛利亚便说：“你的心还没有软下来吗？要是你承认你打开过那扇禁止打开的门， 我就把你的两个儿子还给你。”可是王后第三次回答道：“没有，我没有打开那扇门。”于是圣母让她重新回到地面，并且带走了她的第三个孩子。&lt;/div&gt;
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第二天早晨，当孩子失踪的消息传出去之后，所有的人都吼了起来：“王后是个吃人的恶魔！我们必须审判她！”这一次连国王也无法再阻拦大臣们了。大家对 她进行了审判。由于她不能说话，无法为自己辩解，她被判处火刑。木柴堆好了，她被紧紧地绑在木桩上，烈火开始在她的四周燃烧。这时，骄傲的坚冰开始融化， 她的心中充满了悔恨。她想：“我要是能在临死前承认我打开过那扇门就好了！”突然，她的嗓音恢复了，她大声喊道：“是的，圣母，我开过那扇门！”话音刚 落，大雨从天而降，浇灭了火焰。她的头顶出现了一道亮光，圣母玛利亚怀抱刚刚出生的小公主，带着两个王子落在她的身边。她慈祥地对王后说：“一个人只要承 认自己的罪过，并且为此而忏悔，他就会得到宽恕。”她把三个孩子交给王后，让她能重新说话，并且让她终身幸福。&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hard by a great forest dwelt a wood-cutter with his wife, who had an         only child, a little girl three years old. They were so poor, however, that they no longer         had daily bread, and did not know how to get food for her. One morning the wood-cutter         went out sorrowfully to his work in the forest, and while he was cutting wood, suddenly         there stood before him a tall and beautiful woman with a crown of shining stars on her         head, who said to him &#39;I am the virgin mary, mother of the child jesus. You are poor and         needy, bring your child to me, I will take her with me and be her mother, and care for         her.&#39; The wood-cutter obeyed, brought his child, and gave her to the virgin mary, who took         her up to heaven with her. There the child fared well, ate sugar-cakes, and drank sweet         milk, and her clothes were of gold, and the little angels played with her. And when she         was fourteen years of age, the virgin mary called her one day and said &#39;dear child, I am         about to make a long journey, so take into your keeping the keys of the thirteen doors of         heaven. Twelve of these you may open, and behold the glory which is within them, but the         thirteenth, to which this little key belongs, is forbidden you. Take care not to open it,         or you will be unhappy.&#39; The girl promised to be obedient, and when the virgin mary was         gone, she began to examine the dwellings of the kingdom of heaven. Each day she opened one         of them, until she had made the round of the twelve. In each of them sat one of the         apostles in the midst of a great light, and she rejoiced in all the magnificence and         splendor, and the little angels who always accompanied her rejoiced with her. Then the         forbidden door alone remained, and she felt a great desire to know what could be hidden         behind it, and said to the angels &#39;I will not open it entirely, and I will not go inside,         but I will unlock it so that we can see just a little through the opening.&#39; &#39;Oh&#39;no, said         the little angels, &#39;that would be a sin. The virgin mary has forbidden it, and it might         easily cause your unhappiness.&#39; Then she was silent, but the desire in her heart was not         stilled, but gnawed there and tormented her, and let her have no rest. And once when the         angels had all gone out, she thought &#39;now I am quite alone, and I could peep in. If I do,         no one will ever know.&#39; She sought out the key, and when she had got it in her hand, she         put it in the lock, and when she had put it in, she turned it round as well. Then the door         sprang open, and she saw there the trinity sitting in fire and splendor. She stayed there         awhile, and looked at everything in amazement, then she touched the light a little with         her finger, and her finger became quite golden. Immediately a great fear fell on her. She         shut the door violently, and ran hi there. But her terror would not quit her, let her do         what she &#39;Yes, said the girl, for the second time. Then she perceived the finger which had         become golden from touching the fire of heaven, and saw well that the child had sinned,         and said for the third time &#39;have you not done it.&#39; &#39;No, said the girl for the third time.         Then said the virgin mary &#39;you have not obeyed me, and besides that you have lied, you are         no longer worthy to be in heaven.&#39; Then the girl fell into a deep sleep, and when she         awoke she lay on the earth below, and in the midst of a wilderness. She wanted to cry out,         but she could bring forth no sound. She sprang up and wanted to run away, but         whithersoever she turned herself, she was continually held back by thick hedges of thorns         through which she could not break. In the desert, in which she was imprisoned, there stood         an old hollow tree, and this had to be her dwelling-place. Into this she crept when night         came, and here she slept. Here, too, she found a shelter from might, and her heart beat         continually and would not be still, the gold too stayed on her finger, and would not go         away, let her rub it and wash it never so much. It was not long before the virgin mary         came back from her journey. She called the girl before her, and asked to have the keys of         heaven back. When the maiden gave her the bunch, the virgin looked into her eyes and said         &#39;have you not opened the thirteenth door also.&#39; &#39;No, she replied. Then she laid her hand         on the girl&#39;s heart, and felt how it beat and beat, and saw right well that she had         disobeyed her order and had opened the door. Then she said once again &#39;are you certain         that you have not done it.&#39; storm and rain, but it was a miserable life, and bitterly did         she weep when she remembered how happy she had been in heaven, and how the angels had         played with her. Roots and wild berries were her only food, and for these she sought as         far as she could go. In the autumn she picked up the fallen nuts and leaves, and carried         them into the hole. The nuts were her food in winter, and when snow and ice came, she         crept amongst the leaves like a poor little animal that she might not freeze. Before long         her clothes were all torn, and one bit of them after another fell off her. As soon,         however, as the sun shone warm again, she went out and sat in front of the tree, and her         long hair covered her on all sides like a mantle. Thus she sat year after year, and felt         the pain and the misery of the world. One day, when the trees were once more clothed in         fresh green, the king of the country was hunting in the forest, and followed a roe, and as         it had fled into the thicket which shut in this part of the forest, he got off his horse,         tore the bushes asunder, and cut himself a path with his sword. When he had at last forced         his way through, he saw a wonderfully beautiful maiden sitting under the tree, and she sat         there and was entirely covered with her golden hair down to her very feet. He stood still         and looked at her full of surprise, then he spoke to her and said &#39;who are you. Why are         you sitting here in the wilderness.&#39; But she gave no answer, for she could not open her         mouth. The king continued &#39;will you go with me to my castle. Then she just nodded her head         a little. The king took her in his arms, carried her to his horse, and rode home with her,         and when he reached the royal castle he caused her to be dressed in beautiful garments,         and gave her all things in abundance. Although she could not speak, she was still so         beautiful and charming that he began to love her with all his heart, and it was not long         before he married her. After a year or so had passed, the queen brought a son into the         world. Thereupon the virgin mary appeared to her in the night when she lay in her bed         alone, and said &#39;if you will tell the truth and confess that you did unlock the forbidden         door, I will open your mouth and give you back your speech, but if you persevere in your         sin, and deny obstinately, I will take your new-born child away with me.&#39; The the queen         was permitted to answer, but she remained hard, and said &#39;no, I did not open the forbidden         door, and the virgin mary took the new-born child from her arms, and vanished with it.         Next morning when the child was not to be found, it was whispered among the people that         the queen was a man-eater, and had put her own child to death. She heard all this and         could say nothing to the contrary, but the king would not believe it, for he loved her so         much. When a year had gone by the queen again bore a son, and in the night the virgin mary         again came to her, and said &#39;if you will confess that you opened the forbidden door, I         will give you your child back and untie your tongue but if you continue in sin and deny         it, I will take away with me this new child also.&#39; Then the queen again said &#39;no, I did         not open the forbidden door.&#39; And the virgin took the child out of her arms, and away with         her to heaven. Next morning, when this child also had disappeared, the people declared         quite loudly that the queen had devoured it, and the king&#39;s councillors demanded that she         should be brought to justice. The king however, loved her so dearly that he would not         believe it, and commanded the councillors under pain of death not to say any more about         it. The following year the queen gave birth to a beautiful little daughter, and for the         third time the virgin mary appeared to her in the night and said &#39;follow me.&#39; She took the         queen by the hand and led her to heaven, and showed her there her two eldest children, who         smiled at her, and were playing with the ball of the world. When the queen rejoiced         thereat, the virgin mary said &#39;is your heart not yet softened. If you will own that you         opened the forbidden door, I will give you back your two little sons.&#39; But for the third         time the queen answered &#39;no, I did not open the forbidden door.&#39; Then the virgin let her         sink down to earth once more, and took from her likewise her third child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Next morning, when the loss was reported abroad, all the people         cried loudly &#39;the queen is a man-eater. She must be judged, and the king was no longer         able to restrain his councillors. Thereupon a trial was held, and as she could not answer,         and defend herself, she was condemned to be burnt at the stake. The wood was got together,         and when she was fast bound to the stake, and the fire began to burn round about her, the         hard ice of pride melted, her heart was moved by repentance, and she thought &#39;if I could         but confess before my death that I opened the door.&#39; Then her voice came back to her, and         she cried out loudly &#39;yes, mary, I did it, and straight-way rain fell from the sky and         extinguished the flames of fire, and a light broke forth above her, and the virgin mary         descended with the two little sons by her side, and the new-born daughter in her arms. She         spoke kindly to her, and said &#39;he who repents his sin and acknowledges it, is forgiven.&#39;         Then she gave her the three children, untied her tongue, and granted her happiness for her         whole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 在遙遠的古代，人們心中的美好願望往往能夠變成現實。就在那個令人神往的時代，曾經有過一位國王。國王有好幾個女兒，個個都長得非常美麗；尤其是他的小女兒，更是美如天仙，就連見多識廣的太陽，每次照在她臉上時，都對她的美麗感到驚詫不已。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 國王的宮殿附近，有一片幽暗的大森林。在這片森林中的一棵老椴樹下，有一個水潭，水潭很深。在天熱的時候，小公主常常來到這片森林，坐在清涼的水潭邊上。她坐在那裏感到無聊的時候，就取出一隻金球，把金球拋向空中，然後再用手接住。這成了她最喜愛的遊戲。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 不巧的是，有一次，小公主伸出兩只小手去接金球，金球卻沒有落進她的手裏，而是掉到了地上，而且一下子就滾到了水潭裏。小公主兩眼緊緊地盯著金球，可是金 球忽地一下子在水潭裏就沒影兒了。因為水潭裏的水很深，看不見底，小公主就哭了起來，她的哭聲越來越大，哭得傷心極了。哭著哭著，小公主突然聽見有人大聲 說：“哎呀，公主，您這是怎麼啦？您這樣嚎啕大哭，就連石頭聽了都會心疼的呀。”聽了這話，小公主四處張望，想弄清楚說話聲是從哪兒傳來的，不料卻發現一 隻青蛙，從水裏伸出他那醜陋不堪的肥嘟嘟的大腦袋。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “啊！原來是你呀，游泳健將，”小公主對青蛙說道，“我在這兒哭，是因為我的金球掉進水潭裏去了。”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “好啦，不要難過，別哭了，”青蛙回答說，“我有辦法幫助您。要是我幫您把您的金球撈出來，您拿什麼東西來回報我呢？”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “親愛的青蛙，你要什麼東西都成呵，”小公主回答說，“我的衣服、我的珍珠和寶石、甚至我頭上戴著的這頂金冠，都可以給你。”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 聽了這話，青蛙對小公主說：“您的衣服、您的珍珠、您的寶石，還有您的金冠，我哪樣都不想要。不過，要是您喜歡我，讓我做您的好朋友，我們一起遊戲，吃飯 的時候讓我和您同坐一張餐桌，用您的小金碟子吃東西，用您的小高腳杯飲酒，晚上還讓我睡在您的小床上；要是您答應所有這一切的話，我就潛到水潭裏去，把您 的金球撈出來。”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “好的，太好了，”小公主說，“只要你願意把我的金球撈出來，你的一切要求我都答應。”小公主雖然嘴上這麼說，心裏卻想：“這只青蛙可真夠傻的，盡胡說八道！他只配蹲在水潭裏，和其他青蛙一起呱呱叫，怎麼可能做人的好朋友呢？”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 青蛙得到了小公主的許諾之後，把腦袋往水裏一紮，就潛入了水潭。過了不大一會兒，青蛙嘴裏銜著金球，浮出了水面，然後把金球吐在草地上。小公主重又見到了自己心愛的玩具，心裏別提有多高興了。她把金球揀了起來，撒腿就跑。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “別跑！別跑！”青蛙大聲叫道，“帶上我呀！我可跑不了您那麼快。”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 儘管青蛙扯著嗓子拼命叫喊，可是沒有一點兒用。小公主對青蛙的喊叫根本不予理睬，而是徑直跑回了家，並且很快就把可憐的青蛙忘記得一乾二淨。青蛙只好蹦蹦跳跳地又回到水潭裏去。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 第二天，小公主跟國王和大臣們剛剛坐上餐桌，才開始用她的小金碟進餐，突然聽見啪啦啪啦的聲音。隨著聲響，有個什麼東西順著大理石台階往上跳，到了門口 時，便一邊敲門一邊大聲嚷嚷：“小公主，快開門！”聽到喊聲，小公主急忙跑到門口，想看看是誰在門外喊叫。打開門一看，原來是那只青蛙，正蹲在門前。小公 主見是青蛙，猛然把門關上，轉身趕緊回到座位，心裏害怕極了。國王發現小公主一副心慌意亂的樣子，就問她：&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “孩子，你怎麼會嚇成這個樣子？該不是門外有個巨人要把你抓走吧？”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “啊，不是的，”小公主回答說，“不是什麼巨人，而是一隻討厭的青蛙。”“青蛙想找你做什麼呢？”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “唉！我的好爸爸，昨天，我到森林裏去了。坐在水潭邊上玩的時候，金球掉到水潭裏去了，於是我就哭了。我哭得很傷心，青蛙就替我把金球撈了上來。因為青蛙 請求我做他的朋友，我就答應了，可是我壓根兒沒有想到，他會從水潭裏爬出來，爬這麼遠的路到這兒來。現在他就在門外呢，想要上咱這兒來。”正說著話的當 兒，又聽見了敲門聲，接著是大聲的喊叫：&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “小公主啊我的愛，&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 你不會忘記昨天，&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 國王聽了之後對小公主說，“你決不能言而無信，快去開門讓他進來。”小公主走過去把門打開，青蛙蹦蹦跳跳地進了門，然後跟著小公主來到座位前，接著大聲叫道，“把我抱到你身旁呀！”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 小公主聽了嚇得發抖，國王卻吩咐她照青蛙說的去做。青蛙被放在了椅子上，可心裏不太高興，想到桌子上去。上了桌子之後又說，“把您的小金碟子推過來一點兒 好嗎？這樣我們就可以一快兒吃啦。”很顯然，小公主很不情願這麼做，可她還是把金碟子推了過去。青蛙吃得津津有味，可小公主卻一點兒胃口都沒有。終於，青 蛙開口說，“我已經吃飽了。現在我有點累了，請把我抱到您的小臥室去，鋪好您的緞子被蓋，然後我們就寢吧。”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 小公主害怕這只冷冰冰的青蛙，連碰都不敢碰一下。一聽他要在自己整潔漂亮的小床上睡覺，就哭了起來。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 國王見小公主這個樣子，就生氣地對她說，“在我們困難的時候幫助過我們的人，不論他是誰，過後都不應當受到鄙視。”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 於是，小公主用兩只纖秀的手指把青蛙挾起來，帶著他上了樓，把他放在臥室的一個角落裏。可是她剛剛在床上躺下，青蛙就爬到床邊對她說，“我累了，我也想在床上睡覺。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 一聽這話，小公主勃然大怒，一把抓起青蛙，朝牆上死勁兒摔去。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “現在你想睡就去睡吧，你這個醜陋的討厭鬼！”&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 誰知他一落地，已不再是什麼青蛙，卻一下子變成了一位王子：一位兩眼炯炯有神、滿面笑容的王子。直到這時候，王子才告訴小公主，原來他被一個狠毒的巫婆施 了魔法，除了小公主以外，誰也不能把他從水潭裏解救出來。於是，遵照國王的旨意，他成為小公主親密的朋友和伴侶，明天，他們將一道返回他的王國。第二天早 上，太陽爬上山的時候，一輛八匹馬拉的大馬車已停在了門前，馬頭上都插著潔白的羽毛，一晃一晃的，馬身上套著金光閃閃的馬具。車後邊站著王子的僕人忠心耿 耿的亨利。亨利的主人被變成一隻青蛙之後，他悲痛欲絕，於是他在自己的胸口套上了三個鐵箍，免得他的心因為悲傷而破碎了。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 馬車來接年輕的王子回他的王國去。忠心耿耿的亨利扶著他的主人和王妃上了車廂，然後自己又站到了車後邊去。他們上路後剛走了不遠，突然聽見啦啦的響聲，好 像有什麼東西斷裂了。路上，啦啦聲響了一次又一次，每次王子和王妃聽見響聲，都以為是車上的什麼東西壞了。其實不然，忠心耿耿的亨利見主人是那麼地幸福， 因而感到欣喜若狂，於是那幾個鐵箍就從他的胸口上一個接一個地崩掉了。&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king         whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself,         which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face. Close by the king&#39;s         castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and         when the day was very warm, the king&#39;s child went out into the forest and sat down by the         side of the cool fountain, and when she was bored she took a golden ball, and threw it up         on high and caught it, and this ball was her favorite plaything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now it so happened that on one occasion the princess&#39;s golden ball         did not fall into the little hand which she was holding up for it, but on to the ground         beyond, and rolled straight into the water. The king&#39;s daughter followed it with her eyes,         but it vanished, and the well was deep, so deep that the bottom could not be seen. At this         she began to cry, and cried louder and louder, and could not be comforted. And as she thus         lamented someone said to her, &quot;What ails you, king&#39;s daughter? You weep so that even         a stone would show pity.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She looked round to the side from whence the voice came, and saw a         frog stretching forth its big, ugly head from the water. &quot;Ah, old water-splasher, is         it you,&quot; she said, &quot;I am weeping for my golden ball, which has fallen into the         well.&quot; &quot;Be quiet, and do not weep,&quot; answered the frog, &quot;I can help         you, but what will you give me if I bring your plaything up again?&quot; &quot;Whatever         you will have, dear frog,&quot; said she, &quot;My clothes, my pearls and jewels, and even         the golden crown which I am wearing.&quot; The frog answered, &quot;I do not care for your         clothes, your pearls and jewels, nor for your golden crown, but if you will love me and         let me be your companion and play-fellow, and sit by you at your little table, and eat off         your little golden plate, and drink out of your little cup, and sleep in your little bed -         if you will promise me this I will go down below, and bring you your golden ball up         again.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Oh yes,&quot; said she, &quot;I promise you all you wish, if         you will but bring me my ball back again.&quot; But she thought, &quot;How the silly frog         does talk. All he does is to sit in the water with the other frogs, and croak. He can be         no companion to any human being.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But the frog when he had received this promise, put his head into         the water and sank down; and in a short while came swimmming up again with the ball in his         mouth, and threw it on the grass. The king&#39;s daughter was delighted to see her pretty         plaything once more, and picked it up, and ran away with it. &quot;Wait, wait,&quot; said         the frog. &quot;Take me with you. I can&#39;t run as you can.&quot; But what did it avail him         to scream his croak, croak, after her, as loudly as he could. She did not listen to it,         but ran home and soon forgot the poor frog, who was forced to go back into his well again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next day when she had seated herself at table with the king and         all the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate, something came creeping         splish splash, splish splash, up the marble staircase, and when it had got to the top, it         knocked at the door and cried, &quot;Princess, youngest princess, open the door for         me.&quot; She ran to see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the frog         in front of it. Then she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again,         and was quite frightened. The king saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and         said, &quot;My child, what are you so afraid of? Is there perchance a giant outside who         wants to carry you away?&quot; &quot;Ah, no,&quot; replied she. &quot;It is no giant but a         disgusting frog.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;What does a frog want with you?&quot; &quot;Ah, dear father,         yesterday as I was in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell into         the water. And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for me, and because he so         insisted, I promised him he should be my companion, but I never thought he would be able         to come out of his water. And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then said the king, &quot;That which you have promised must you         perform. Go and let him in.&quot; She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in and         followed her, step by step, to her chair. There he sat and cried, &quot;Lift me up beside         you.&quot; She delayed, until at last the king commanded her to do it. Once the frog was         on the chair he wanted to be on the table, and when he was on the table he said,         &quot;Now, push your little golden plate nearer to me that we may eat together.&quot; She         did this, but it was easy to see that she did not do it willingly. The frog enjoyed what         he ate, but almost every mouthful she took choked her. At length he said, &quot;I have         eaten and am satisfied, now I am tired, carry me into your little room and make your         little silken bed ready, and we will both lie down and go to sleep.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The king&#39;s daughter began to cry, for she was afraid of the cold         frog which she did not like to touch, and which was now to sleep in her pretty, clean         little bed. But the king grew angry and said, &quot;He who helped you when you were in         trouble ought not afterwards to be despised by you.&quot; So she took hold of the frog         with two fingers, carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner, but when she was in bed         he crept to her and said, &quot;I am tired, I want to sleep as well as you, lift me up or         I will tell your father.&quot; At this she was terribly angry, and took him up and threw         him with all her might against the wall. &quot;Now, will you be quiet, odious frog,&quot;         said she. But when he fell down he was no frog but a king&#39;s son with kind and beautiful         eyes. He by her father&#39;s will was now her dear companion and husband. Then he told her how         he had been bewitched by a wicked witch, and how no one could have delivered him from the         well but herself, and that to-morrow they would go together into his kingdom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then they went to sleep, and next morning when the sun awoke them, a         carriage came driving up with eight white horses, which had white ostrich feathers on         their heads, and were harnessed with golden chains, and behind stood the young king&#39;s         servant Faithful Henry. Faithful Henry had been so unhappy when his master was changed         into a frog, that he had caused three iron bands to be laid round his heart, lest it         should burst with grief and sadness. The carriage was to conduct the young king into his         kingdom. Faithful Henry helped them both in, and placed himself behind again, and was full         of joy because of this deliverance. And when they had driven a part of the way the king&#39;s         son heard a cracking behind him as if something had broken. So he turned round and cried,         &quot;Henry, the carriage is breaking.&quot; &quot;No, master, it is not the carriage. It         is a band from my heart, which was put there in my great pain when you were a frog and         imprisoned in the well.&quot; Again and once again while they were on their way something         cracked, and each time the king&#39;s son thought the carriage was breaking, but it was only         the bands which were springing from the heart of Faithful Henry because his master was set         free and was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 很久很久以前，某個國家的王后在冬季生下了一個女孩，因此她被命名為白雪公主，王后在生下公主不久後就過世了，國王另娶了一個美麗驕傲的女人當王后。新王后有一面魔鏡，她常常問魔鏡：「魔鏡呀魔鏡，誰是世界上最美的女人？」魔鏡總是回答：「您是世界上最美麗的女人。」但隨著白雪公主的長大，有一天，魔鏡回答王后說：「王后陛下，您的確是個相當美麗的女人，但是白雪公主比妳更美麗。」&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 王后非常嫉妒白雪公主的美貌，因此她命令一名獵人帶白雪公主到森林中，並將她殺掉。為了確認白雪公主已死，王后要獵人事成之後，帶著白雪公主的肺和肝回來，作為證明。獵人帶著白雪公主到森林中，卻發現自己無法下手殺害這個女孩，獵人放了白雪公主，獵了野豬，取野豬的肺和肝向王后交差。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 在森林中，白雪公主發現一個小小的農舍，這個農舍屬於七個小矮人，她在這個農舍中住了下來。此時，王后又再度問魔鏡：「魔鏡呀魔鏡，誰是世界上最美麗的女人？」魔鏡回答：「白雪公主尚在人世，且和矮人們同住在森林中。」於是王后偽裝成一個農婦，到森林中拜訪白雪公主，並給她一個毒蘋果（有些版本中，一開始是王后先後假扮賣絲帶以及賣梳子的商婦來謀害白雪公主，但是都以失敗結束），當白雪公主咬下蘋果，立即昏了過去。當七矮人發現她時，只能哀慟地將她放在一個玻璃棺中。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 時光流逝，有一個國家的王子經 過這座森林，發現躺在玻璃棺中的白雪公主。王子被白雪公主的美麗所吸引並且愛上了她。他向矮人們要求，讓他帶走玻璃棺。王子和他的隨從在搬運的過程中，有 人不小心被絆倒，這一搖晃，讓那片毒蘋果從白雪公主的口中吐了出來，白雪公主也因此甦醒。王子向白雪公主表明了愛意，決定結婚，並訂下婚期。&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 虛榮的王后認為白雪公主已死，她再度問魔鏡誰是這個世界上最美麗的女人，魔鏡的回答卻使她震驚不已，魔鏡說：「王后陛下，您的確很美，但是新的王后比您還要美麗。」&lt;/div&gt;
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王后前往參加了這場婚禮，發現原來這個新王后就是白雪公主。&lt;/div&gt;
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為了懲罰王后惡劣的行徑，她的雙腳被套上一雙熾熱的鐵鞋，然後她一直痛苦地跳著直到死去。&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Once upon a time as a queen sits sewing at her window, she pricks her  finger on her needle and three drops of blood fall on the snow that had  fallen on her ebony  window frame. As she looks at the blood on the snow, she says to  herself, &quot;Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as  snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony&quot;. Soon after that, the  queen gives birth to a baby girl who has skin white as snow, lips red as  blood, and hair black as ebony. They name her Princess Snow White. As  soon as the child is born, the queen dies.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Soon after, the king takes a new wife, who is beautiful but also very vain. The Queen possesses a magical mirror,  an animate object that answers any question, to whom she often asks:  &quot;Mirror, mirror on the wall / Who in the land is fairest of all?&quot; to which the mirror always replies &quot;You, my queen, are fairest  of all.&quot; But when Snow White reaches the age of seven, she becomes as  beautiful as the day, and when the queen asks her mirror, it responds:  &quot;Queen, you are full fair, &#39;tis true, but Snow White is fairer than  you.&quot; Though in another version, the mirror simply replies: &quot;Snow White  is the fairest of them all.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The queen becomes jealous, and orders a huntsman to take Snow White into the woods to be killed. She demands that the huntsman, as proof of killing Snow White, return with her lungs and her liver.  The huntsman takes Snow White into the forest, but after raising his  knife to stab her, he finds himself unable to kill her. Instead, he lets  her go, telling her to flee and hide from the Queen. He then brings the  queen the lungs and the liver of a boar, which is prepared by the cook and eaten by the queen.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the forest, Snow White discovers a tiny cottage belonging to a group of seven dwarves,  where she rests. There, the dwarves take pity on her, saying &quot;If you  will keep house for us, and cook, make beds, wash, sew, and knit, and  keep everything clean and orderly, then you can stay with us, and you  shall have everything that you want.&quot; They warn her to take care and let  no one in when they are away delving in the mountains. Meanwhile, the  Queen asks her mirror once again &lt;i&gt;&quot;Who&#39;s the fairest of them all?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;,  and is horrified to learn that Snow White is not only alive and well  and living with the dwarves, but is still the fairest of them all.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Three times  the Queen disguises herself and visits the dwarves&#39; cottage while they  are away during the day, trying to kill Snow White. First, disguised as a  peddler, the Queen offers colorful stay-laces  and laces Snow White up so tight that she faints, causing the Queen to  leave her dead on the floor. However, Snow White is revived by the  dwarves when they loosen the laces. Next, the Queen dresses as a  different old woman and brushes Snow White&#39;s hair with a poisoned comb. Snow White again collapses, but again is saved by the dwarves. Finally, the Queen makes a poisoned apple,  and in the disguise of a farmer&#39;s wife, offers it to Snow White. When  she is hesitant to accept it, the Queen cuts the apple in half, eats the  white part and gives the poisoned red part to Snow White. She eats the  apple eagerly and immediately falls into a deep stupor. When the dwarves find her, they cannot revive her, and they place her in a glass coffin, assuming that she is dead.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Time passes, and a prince traveling through the land sees Snow White.  He strides to her coffin. The prince is enchanted by her beauty and  instantly falls in love with her. He begs the dwarves to let him have  the coffin. The prince&#39;s servants carry the coffin away. While doing so,  they stumble on some bushes and the movement causes the piece of  poisoned apple to dislodge from Snow White&#39;s throat, awakening her. The  prince then declares his love for her and soon a wedding is planned.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The vain Queen, still believing that Snow White is dead, once again  asks her mirror who is the fairest in the land, and yet again the mirror  disappoints her by responding that &quot;You, my queen, are fair; it is  true. But the young queen is a thousand times fairer than you.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not knowing that this new queen was indeed her stepdaughter, she  arrives at the wedding, and her heart fills with the deepest of dread  when she realizes the truth. As punishment for her wicked ways, a pair  of heated iron shoes are brought forth with tongs and placed before the  Queen. She is then forced to step into the iron shoes and dance until  she drops dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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