Tales of Passed Times - Illustrated by Charles Robinson. Charles Perrault
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Название: Tales of Passed Times - Illustrated by Charles Robinson
Автор: Charles Perrault
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
isbn: 9781473365278
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“Does she live far from here?” asked the Wolf.
“Oh, yes!” replied Little Red Riding-Hood, “on the further side of the mill that you see down there; hers is the first house in the village.”
“Well, I was thinking of going to visit her myself,” rejoined the Wolf, “so I will take this path, and you take the other, and we will see which of us gets there first.”
The Wolf then began running off as fast as he could along the shorter way, which he had chosen, while the little girl went by the longer way, and amused herself with stopping to gather nuts, or run after butterflies, and with making little nosegays of all the flowers she could find.
It did not take the Wolf long to reach the grandmother’s house; he knocked: tap, tap.
“Who is there?”
“It is your grand-daughter, Little Red Riding-Hood,” answered the Wolf, imitating the child’s voice. “I have brought a cake and a little jar of butter, which my mother has sent you.” The good grandmother, who was ill in bed, called out, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.” The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. He leaped on to the poor old woman, and ate her up in less than no time, for he had been three days without food. He then shut the door again, and laid himself down in the grandmother’s bed, to wait for Little Red Riding-Hood. Presently she came and knocked at the door: tap, tap.
Grandma, what great ears you have!
“Who is there?” Little Red Riding-Hood was frightened at first, on hearing the Wolf’s gruff voice, but thinking that her grandmother had a cold, she answered,—
“It is your grand-daughter, Little Red Riding-Hood. I have brought a cake and a little jar of butter, which my mother has sent you.”
The Wolf called out, this time in rather a softer voice, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.” Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
When the Wolf saw her come in, he hid himself under the bedclothes, and said to her, “Put the cake and the little jar of butter in the cupboard, and come into bed with me.”
Little Red Riding-Hood undressed, and went to the bedside, and was very much astonished to see how different her grandmother looked to what she did when she was up and dressed.
“Grandmother,” she exclaimed, “what long arms you have!”
“All the better to embrace you with, my little girl.”
“Grandmother, what long legs you have!”
“All the better to run with, child.”
“Grandmother, what long ears you have!”
“All the better to hear with, child.”
“Grandmother, what large eyes you have!”
“All the better to see with, child.”
“Grandmother, what large teeth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with!” and saying these words, the wicked Wolf sprang out upon Little Red Riding-Hood, and ate her up.
MORAL
Now, children, take warning, and chiefly, I pray, You maidens so gentle and fair, When you come across all kinds of folk, have a care Not to listen to what they may say; For it can’t be thought strange if you do, Should the Wolf choose to eat up a few. The Wolf, I say here, for you’ll find Wolves are many, and vary in kind; There are some, easy-mannered and tame, Without malice, or temper, the same, Most obliging and sweet in their way, Like to follow their tender young prey, And will track them right into their homes—lack-a-day! Who among us has not learnt by this time to know, The most dangerous of wolves is the soft, smooth-tongued foe!
Blue Beard
Once upon a time there was a man who had fine houses in town and country, gold and silver plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilt all over; but, unfortunately, this man had a blue beard, which made him look so ugly and terrible, that there was not a woman or girl who did not run away from him.
One of his neighbours, a lady of rank, had two daughters, who were perfectly beautiful. He proposed to marry one of them, leaving the mother to choose which of the two she would give him. Neither of the daughters, however, would have him, and they sent him from one to the other, each being unable to make up her mind to marry a man with a blue beard. A further reason which they had for disliking him was, that he had already been married several times, and nobody knew what had become of his wives. Blue Beard, in order to improve the acquaintance, took the girls with their mother, three or four of their most intimate friends, and some other young people who resided in the neighbourhood, to one of his country seats, where they spent an entire week. Nothing was thought of but excursions, hunting and fishing-parties, balls, entertainments, suppers; nobody went to bed; the whole night was passed in games and playing merry tricks on one another. In short, all went off so well, that the youngest daughter began to think that the beard of the master of the house was not so blue as it used to be, and that he was a very worthy man. Immediately upon their return to town the marriage took place.
At the end of a month, Blue Beard told his wife that he was obliged to take a journey, which would keep him away from home for six weeks at least, as he had business of great importance to attend to. He begged her to amuse herself as well as she could during his absence, to invite her best friends, and, if she liked, take them into the country, and wherever she was, to have the best of everything for the table.
“Here,” said he to her, “are the keys of my two large store-rooms; these are those of the chests in which the gold and silver plate, not in general use, is kept; these are the keys of the strong boxes in which I keep my money; these open the caskets that contain my jewels, and this is the master-key of all the rooms. As for this little key, it is that of the closet at the end of the long gallery on the ground floor. Open everything, and go everywhere except into that little closet, which I forbid you to enter, and I forbid you so strictly, that if you should venture to open the door, there is nothing that you may not have to dread from my anger!” She promised to obey his orders to the letter, and, after having embraced her, he got into his coach and set out on his journey.
The friends and neighbours of the young bride did not wait for her invitation, so eager were they to see all the rich treasures in the house, and not having ventured to visit her while her husband was at home, so frightened were they at his blue beard. They were soon to be seen running through all the rooms, and into the closets and wardrobes, each one more beautiful and splendid than the last. Then they went upstairs to the store-rooms; there they could not sufficiently express their admiration at the number and beauty of the hangings, the beds, the sofas, the cabinets, the elegant little stands, the tables, the mirrors in which they could see themselves from head to foot, framed some with glass, some with silver, some with gilt metal, all of a costliness beyond what had ever before been seen. They never ceased enlarging upon, and envying, the good fortune of their friend, who, meanwhile, took no pleasure in the sight of all these treasures, so great was her longing to go and open the door of the closet on the ground floor. Her curiosity at last reached such a pitch that, without stopping to consider how rude it was to leave her guests, she СКАЧАТЬ