The Red Fairy Book - Illustrated by H. J. Ford and Lancelot Speed. Andrew Lang
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Название: The Red Fairy Book - Illustrated by H. J. Ford and Lancelot Speed
Автор: Andrew Lang
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Andrew Lang's Fairy Books
isbn: 9781473365292
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Father Lawrence, conceiving himself to be addressed by an angel, falls on his knees before him.
Darkestail meeting his various friends on his journey to the king’s palace.
The Princess Zizi is restored to her proper shape.
The sleeping King, guided by his attendants, cuts the fingers of the beautiful maiden.
Biography
of
Andrew Lang
Andrew Lang was born in Selkirk, Scotland in 1844. He attended the University of St. Andrews – which now holds the Andrew Lang lecture series in his honour – and Balliol College, Oxford, where he studied classical languages and literature. In 1875, Lang moved to London to pursue journalism. He became contributing editor of Longman’s Magazine, and published widely in a number of other publications, including Cornhill Magazine, MacMillan’s, The Daily Post, Fortnightly Review, the Overland Mail, Fraser’s and Time magazine. He also wrote a good amount of fiction, much of it inspired by the folklore and myth of Scottish history. His Fairy Book series (1889-1910) remains popular to this day. Lang died in 1912, while living in Aberdeen, Scotland.
Biography
of
H. J. Ford
Henry Justice Ford was born in London, England in 1860. He was educated at Repton School and Clare College, Cambridge – where he gained a first class degree in the Classical Tripos – before returning to London to study at the Slade School of Fine Art. Starting in 1889, Ford began to produce the drawings for which he is now best-remembered, as part of Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books.
In 1892, Ford began exhibiting paintings of historical and natural subjects at the Royal Academy of Art. Over the next two decades, while continuing to work on Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books, he also illustrated The Arabian Nights Entertainments (1898) and A School History of England by Charles Fletcher and Rudyard Kipling (1911). Hailing from a family of enthusiastic cricketers, Ford also played a lot of high-level cricket, including with J.M. Barrie. He was also an acquaintance of P. G. Wodehouse and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Ford died in 1941, aged 81.
The Twelve Princesses quit the castle by the secret staircase.
Preface
IN a second gleaning of the fields of Fairy Land we cannot expect to find a second Perrault. But there are good stories enough left, and it is hoped that some in the Red Fairy Book may have the attraction of being less familiar than many of the old friends. The tales have been translated, or, in the case of those from Madame d’Aulnoy’s long stories, adapted, by Mrs. Hunt from the Norse, by Miss Minnie Wright from Madame d’Aulnoy, by Mrs. Lang and Miss Bruce from other French sources, by Miss May Sellar, Miss Farquharson, and Miss Blackley from the German, while the story of ‘Sigurd’ is condensed by the Editor from Mr. William Morris’s prose version of the ‘Volsunga Saga.’ The Editor has to thank his friend, M. Charles Marelles, for permission to reproduce his versions of the ‘Pied Piper,’ of ‘Drakestail,’ and of ‘Little Golden Hood’ from the French, and M. Henri Carnoy for the same privilege in regard to ‘The Six Sillies’ from La Tradition.
Lady Frances Balfour has kindly copied an old version of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk,’ and Messrs. Smith and Elder have permitted the publication of two of Mr. Ralston’s versions from the Russian.
A. L.
The Twelve Dancing Princesses
I
ONCE upon a time there lived in the village of Montignies-sur-Roc a little cow-boy, without either father or mother. His real name was Michael, but he was always called the Star Gazer, because when he drove his cows over the commons to seek for pasture, he went along with his head in the air, gaping at nothing.
As he had a white skin, blue eyes, and hair that curled all over his head, the village girls used to cry after him, ‘Well, Star Gazer, what are you doing?’ and Michael would answer, ‘Oh, nothing,’ and go on his way without even turning to look at them.
The fact was he thought them very ugly, with their sun-burnt necks, their great red hands, their coarse petticoats and their wooden shoes. He had heard that somewhere in the world there were girls whose necks were white and whose hands were small, who were always dressed in the finest silks and laces, and were called princesses, and while his companions round the fire saw nothing in the flames but common everyday fancies, he dreamed that he had the happiness to marry a princess.
II
One morning about the middle of August, just at mid-day when the sun was hottest, Michael ate his dinner of a piece of dry bread, and went to sleep under an oak. And while he slept he dreamt that there appeared before him a beautiful lady, dressed in a robe of cloth of gold, who said to him: ‘Go to the castle of Beloeil, and there you shall marry a princess.’
That evening the little cow-boy, who had been thinking a great deal about the advice of the lady in the golden dress, told his dream to the farm people. But, as was natural, they only laughed at the Star Gazer.
The next day at the same hour he went to sleep again under the same tree. The lady appeared to him a second time, and said: ‘Go to the castle of Beloeil, and you shall marry a princess.’
In the evening Michael told his friends that he had dreamed the same dream again, but they only laughed at him more than before. ‘Never mind,’ he thought to himself; ‘if the lady appears to me a third time, I will do as she tells me.’
The following day, to the great astonishment of all the village, about two o’clock in the afternoon a voice was heard singing:
‘Raleo, raleo, How the cattle go!’
It was the little cow-boy driving his herd back to the byre.
The farmer began to scold him furiously, but he answered quietly, ‘I am going away,’ made his clothes into a bundle, said good-bye to all his friends, and boldly set out to seek his fortunes.
There was great excitement through all the village, and on the top of the hill the people stood holding their sides with laughing, as they watched the Star Gazer trudging bravely along the valley with his bundle at the end of his stick.
It was enough to make anyone laugh, certainly.
III
It was well known for full twenty miles round that there lived in the castle of Beloeil twelve princesses of wonderful beauty, and as proud as they were beautiful, and who were besides so very sensitive and of such truly royal blood, that they would have felt at once the presence of a pea in their beds, even if the mattresses had been laid over it.
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