Snowdrop & Other Tales. Grimm Jacob

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      ‘Heaven defend us!’ screamed the Jew, ‘his lies are as thick as flies on the wall.’

      And the Judge did not believe him either, and said:

      ‘That is a very lame excuse; no Jew ever did such a thing.’ So he sentenced the honest Servant to the gallows for having committed a robbery upon the king’s highway.

      When he was being led away, the Jew screamed after him; ‘You vagabond, you dog of a fiddler, now you will get your deserts!’

      The Servant mounted the ladder to the gallows quite quietly, with the halter round his neck; but at the last rung he turned round and said to the Judge: ‘Grant me one favour before I die.’

      ‘Certainly,’ said the Judge, ‘as long as you don’t ask for your life.’

      ‘Not my life,’ answered the Servant. ‘I only ask to play my fiddle once more.’

      The Jew raised a tremendous cry. ‘Don’t allow it, your worship, for heaven’s sake, don’t allow it!’

      But the Judge said: ‘Why should I deny him that short pleasure? His wish is granted, and there’s an end of the matter!’

      He could not have refused even if he had wished, because of the Mannikin’s gift to the Servant.

      The Jew screamed, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! Tie me tight, tie me tight!’

      The good Servant took his fiddle from his neck, and put it into position, and at the first chord everybody began to wag their heads, the Judge, his Clerk, and all the Officers of Justice, and the rope fell out of the hand of the man about to bind the Jew.

      At the second scrape, they all lifted their legs, and the Hangman let go his hold of the honest Servant, to make ready to dance.

      At the third scrape they one and all leapt into the air, and began to caper about, the Judge and the Jew at the head, and they all leapt their best.

      Soon, every one who had come to the market-place out of curiosity, old and young, fat and lean, were dancing as hard as they could; even the dogs got upon their hind legs, and pranced about with the rest. The longer he played, the higher they jumped, till they knocked their heads together, and made each other cry out.

      At last the Judge, quite out of breath, cried: ‘I will give you your life, if only you will stop playing.’

      The honest Servant allowed himself to be prevailed upon, laid his fiddle aside, and came down the ladder. Then he went up to the Jew, who lay upon the ground gasping, and said to him:

      ‘You rascal, confess where you got the money, or I will begin to play again.’

      ‘I stole it! I stole it!’ he screamed; ‘but you have honestly earned it.’

      The Judge then ordered the Jew to the gallows to be hanged as a thief.

      Ashenputtel

      THE wife of a rich man fell ill, and when she felt that she was nearing her end, she called her only daughter to her bedside, and said:

      ‘Dear child, continue devout and good, then God will always help you, and I will look down upon you from heaven, and watch over you.’

      Thereupon she closed her eyes, and breathed her last.

      The maiden went to her mother’s grave every day and wept, and she continued to be devout and good. When the winter came, the snow spread a white covering on the grave, and when the sun of spring had unveiled it again, the husband took another wife. The new wife brought home with her two daughters, who were fair and beautiful to look upon, but base and black at heart.

      Then began a sad time for the unfortunate step-child.

      ‘Is this stupid goose to sit with us in the parlour?’ they said.

      ‘Whoever wants to eat bread must earn it; go and sit with the kitchenmaid.’

      They took away her pretty clothes, and made her put on an old grey frock, and gave her wooden clogs.

      ‘Just look at the proud Princess, how well she’s dressed,’ they laughed, as they led her to the kitchen. There, the girl was obliged to do hard work from morning till night, to get up at daybreak, carry water, light the fire, cook, and wash. Not content with that, the sisters inflicted on her every vexation they could think of; they made fun of her, and tossed the peas and lentils among the ashes, so that she had to sit down and pick them out again. In the evening, when she was worn out with work, she had no bed to go to, but had to lie on the hearth among the cinders. And because, on account of that, she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Ashenputtel.

      It happened one day that the Father had a mind to go to the Fair. So he asked both his step-daughters what he should bring home for them.

      ‘Fine clothes,’ said one.

      ‘Pearls and jewels,’ said the other.

      ‘But you, Ashenputtel?’ said he, ‘what will you have?’

      ‘Father, break off for me the first twig which brushes against your hat on your way home.’

      Well, for his two step-daughters he brought beautiful clothes, pearls and jewels, and on his way home, as he was riding through a green copse, a hazel twig grazed against him and knocked his hat off. Then he broke off the branch and took it with him.

      When he got home he gave his step-daughters what they had asked for, and to Ashenputtel he gave the twig from the hazel bush.

      Ashenputtel thanked him, and went to her mother’s grave and planted the twig upon it; she wept so much that her tears fell and watered it. And it took root and became a fine tree.

      Ashenputtel went to the grave three times every day, wept and prayed, and every time a little white bird came and perched upon the tree, and when she uttered a wish, the little bird threw down to her what she had wished for.

      Now it happened that the King proclaimed a festival, which was to last three days, and to which all the beautiful maidens in the country were invited, in order that his son might choose a bride.

      When the two step-daughters heard that they were also to be present, they were in high spirits, called Ashenputtel, and said:

      ‘Brush our hair and clean our shoes, and fasten our buckles, for we are going to the feast at the King’s palace.’

      Ashenputtel obeyed, but wept, for she also would gladly have gone to the ball with them, and begged her Step-mother to give her leave to go.

      ‘You, Ashenputtel!’ she said. ‘Why, you are covered with dust and dirt. You go to the festival! Besides you have no clothes or shoes, and yet you want to go to the ball.’

      As she, however, went on asking, her Step-mother said:

      ‘Well, I have thrown a dishful of lentils into the cinders, if you have picked them all out in two hours you shall go with us.’

      The girl went through the back door into the garden, and cried, ‘Ye gentle doves, ye turtle doves, and all ye little birds СКАЧАТЬ