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There was once a woman who lived all by herself and was very lonely. She never had any children of her own, but she wished very much to have a child. So, one day she went to an old witch and told her:
— I so very much wish to have a little daughter!
— That can be easily managed! — said the witch. — Here is a barley corn for you. Take it and plant it in a flower pot, and then wait and see what happens.
The woman did as she was told. The next morning a magnificent flower grew up in the pot. It opened its petals, a tiny little girl sitting inside, scarcely as tall as a thumb. So, she was given the name of Thumbelina.
A walnut shell served her as a cradle, a rose petal – as a blanket. All day long she would sing beautiful songs and play on the table where the woman put a plateful of water for her and it seemed to Thumbelina as large as a lake.
One night, while Thumbelina was asleep in her bed, a large ugly toad crept into the room. She saw the pretty little girl and exclaimed in excitement:
— Here is a perfect wife for my little son!
The toad grabbed the walnut shell in which Thumbelina lay sleeping and hopped with it out the window and into the garden.
Through that garden flowed a broad stream and on its muddy banks the toad lived with her son. Ugh! What an ugly, clammy thing was he! Just like his mother.
— Croak! Croak! What have you brought! — he cried as he saw little Thumbelina.
— Quiet! — hushed the toad. — Don't wake her up. She might run away from us. We must put her on a lily pad out in the stream so that she wouldn't escape while I'm making a stately room in the mud for you two to live in when you're married.
When the poor girl woke up in the middle of the stream, she was very scared.
But the little fish that lived in the water beneath the lilies saw the toad and heard what she was up to. They felt sorry for the girl, so they bit off the green stalk that held the lily pad, and the pad floated away down the stream with little Thumbelina on it. She was free!
As she sailed down the stream, a butterfly saw her and wished to help. Thumbelina took off her waistband and tied it around the butterfly, and the pad glided on much faster. No way the ugly toad could catch up with her now!
But just then a great cockchafer came flying by above the stream.
"What a precious little thing!" — he thought as he saw Thumbelina sailing on a lily pad. He dived down, snatched her and flew with her into the tree where the cockchafers lived.
But all the other cockchafers looked at the girl with curiosity and did not like her at all:
— She has only two legs!
— She has no wings!
— Pooh! She looks like a human. What a miserable sight!
Hearing that, the cockchafer found at once that Thumbelina was not at all as pretty as she seemed to him at first. He did not want anything to do with her anymore, so he told her to go wherever she pleased. He took her down to the ground and put her on a daisy flower.
Poor Thumbelina cried bitterly. Was she really so ugly that even the cockchafers sent her away?
All the summer and all the autumn poor Tumbelina lived by herself in the woods, and with the first snow of winter she went to look for a shelter. She was so frail and delicate, she would freeze to death in the cold!
As she wandered she found a mousehole in the ground. A field mouse lived there in warmth and contentment with lots of food stocked up for the winter. She liked Thumbelina and said to her:
— You can stay with me through the winter, if you like, but in return you must clean my rooms and tell me stories.
So, Thumbelina did everything the field mouse asked her.
The mouse had a neighbor, a mole, who was completely blind. He was also rich and had large rooms, but he hated the sun and the flowers. Of course, he had never seen them!
— If you could only have him for a husband, — the mouse would say. — You would be set for life!
But Thumbelina did not want to marry the greedy and boring mole. All the more so as there was a dead swallow lying in one of the passages of his large hole.
— I have no idea how he got here, — said the mole. — I guess he must have hurt his wings and frozen to death. Don't you mind him.
But how can one turn their back to such misery! Thumbelina wove a blanket of hay and covered the swallow with it to keep him warm.
— My dear swallow, you sang to me so sweetly in the summer!
And right then the bird's heart gave a thump — the warmth of the blanket restored him to life!
All through the winter Thumbelina nursed the swallow and took care of him. The mole and the field mouse knew nothing about it. When spring came, his wing was healed, and the swallow was ready to fly away.
But with spring the day came when the mole asked Thumbelina to be his wife. The mouse was busy preparing a dowry for the wedding.
— My dear swallow, take me with you! — cried Thumbelina. — If I stay, I will have to live under ground as the wife of the mole, and I will never see the sun and the flowers again!
Of course, the swallow took Thumbelina with him gladly to warmer countries where the sun shines so bright and the flowers bloom with such beauty that there is no better place in the whole world.
He put Thumbelina down upon the flower that she chose as a beautiful home for her to live in. But how surprised was she when the flowers around her opened and out came lots of lovely little elves. They surrounded the girl and could not take their eyes off of her.
— You are so pretty! Would you like to live with us and fly like we do? — they asked her.
— Yes, that would be wonderful! — said Thumbelina.
And the elves presented her with a pair of wings so that she, too, could fly with them from flower to flower!
Puss in Boots
Once upon a time there lived a miller who had three sons. When the miller died, the only inheritance that he left to his sons were his scarce possessions: a mill, a donkey and a cat. The elder son got the mill, the second son got the donkey, and the younger son was left with the cat.
— A bequest that's just right for you, — laughed the elder brothers, who never would miss a chance to make fun of the youngest.
— Do not be concerned, my good master, — mewed the cat. — I am no mill and no donkey, but neither am I just an ordinary cat. I cannot grind the grain like a mill or carry heavy weights like a donkey, but I've got the smarts aplenty. If you will but give me a bag and have a pair of boots made for me, then soon you shall live a life that you've never even dreamed of.
The master was surprised but he did as the cat asked.
The cat pulled on the boots, put some oat into the bag, slung the bag about his neck and went out hunting. In the forest he found a place where there was an abundance of rabbits, opened the bag, threw it on the ground and hid himself in the bushes.
He did not have to wait long. Curious, some young rabbits hopped up to the bag, sniffed it and jumped inside to treat themselves to the oat. Just as the cat had expected. He leaped out of the bushes, pulled the strings closing the bag and set out with it to the palace.
One must say that the king was a big eater who loved a good meal. Not less than food he was fond of money. Nothing gave him such joy as a grilled hen or a clinker.
The cat made a low bow and said to the king:
— Your Majesty! I have brought you this modest gift from my noble master as a token of his deepest respect.
— How generous of him! What is the name of your master?
— The Marquis of Carabas, Your Majesty, — the cat quickly invented the name.
— Tell your master, that I thank him, and that I am very pleased with his gift.
The cat bowed again and took off back home to his master. From that day on for several months he continued to take game to His Majesty on behalf of the Marquis of Carabas — rabbits and quail that he caught in the forest. And his master had no idea of the cat's exploits.
— Oh, what an honorable man the Marquis of Carabas is! — the king would say in delight.
— Indeed he is, Your Majesty, — the cat would nod. — Quite honorable and quite rich.
The daughter of the king, the beautiful princess, was also quite curious about the mysterious marquis.
— I wish I could meet your master! — she said to the cat.
The cat looked at the princess and thought: "Now here's a wonderful wife for my master!"
— Oh, that we can easily arrange, Your Highness, — exclaimed the cat. — Tomorrow you can find him taking his walk by the river. He goes there every day, as he believes that there's no better place to resign himself to quiet meditation.
— Father, we must pay a visit to the Marquis of Carabas! — the princess begged of the king.
The king nodded his consent, and the cat rushed home to the miller's son in all haste.
— Tomorrow, my master, your fortune will be made. All you must do is bathe yourself in the river.
— I've never heard of fortunes being made simply by bathing in a river. But I don't mind having a swim.
Next morning the miller's son, accompanied by the cat, went to the river. As soon as the master was in the water, the cat grabbed all his clothes and hid it in the bushes.
That instant the royal carriage appeared on the road. The cat jumped into the road and yelled at the top of his lungs:
— Help! Help! The Marquis of Carabas is drowning!
The king heard his yelling and commanded his coachman to stop.
— Hurry, father, we must help him! — exclaimed the princess as she looked out of the carriage.
— Hey, guardsmen! Pull the Marquis immediately out of the water! — commanded the king.
The miller's son had the fright of his life when two big fellows started drawing him out of the river, when he was enjoying the warm water.
The king's servants searched every bush on the shore but failed to find the young man's clothes. The king commanded them to run and fetch his silk suit for the Lord Marquis of Carabas. The miller's son refused at first, but he rather liked the magnificent suit embroidered with gold, so he gladly put on the royal dress.
— After you, Marquis, — said the king inviting the young man to enter the carriage, where the beautiful princess was waiting, and join them on their drive.
The poor miller's son was stunned at such a great honor, but he needed no persuasion to climb into the carriage. They rode on past meadows and fields that belonged to a wealthy ogre that lived nearby.
Meanwhile, the cat ran on ahead, quite overjoyed to see how his project was succeeding.
On his way he met some countrymen who were mowing a meadow.
— My good fellows, — he addressed them gallantly. — the king will soon be driving past the meadow you are mowing in his carriage. If you do not tell him that the meadow belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped up like mincemeat!
The mowers barely had time to get surprised when the king's carriage approached.
— Tell me, my fellows, whose meadow are you mowing? — the king did not fail to ask them.
— It belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas! — they answered all together.
The king exclaimed: — What beautiful land you have, my dear Marquis!
The miller's son who was increasingly enjoying the role of a rich marquis, only managed to utter: — Oh yes, Sire!
In the meantime, the cat arrived at the rich ogre's castle. With feline dexterity he jumped over the stone wall and got into the castle.
The ogre was sitting at a huge table groaning with all kinds of foods. He nearly choked at the sight of a cat in boots.
— What are you doing here?
— I could not pass near your castle without having the honor of paying my respects to you! — the cat answered. — They say that you are able to change yourself into any kind of creature that you have a mind to. Even a bigger one too. You can, for example, transform yourself into a lion, or the like. But quite frankly, I find it hard to believe…
— How dare you! — roared the ogre in rage and in one blink he transformed into a giant lion with a shaggy mane.
The cat's heart sank into his boots, but he collected himself and said:
— I have further been told, — he said, — that you can also transform yourself into the smallest of animals, for example, a rat or a mouse. But I can scarcely believe that. I must admit to you that I think that would be quite impossible.
Insulted, the lion gave a furious roar and disappeared the same instant, and where he had been standing — a tiny little mouse appeared. As soon as the cat saw this, he fell upon him and ate him up.
At this very moment the royal carriage drove through the gates of the castle. The cat rushed to meet the guests.
— Your Majesty is welcome to this castle of my Lord Marquis of Carabas!
Hard to say who was more surprised to hear that: the king or the miller's son, who had long had no clue of what was happening.
— What an excellent castle! — said the king in delight. — I'm delighted to call you my loyal friend, my dear Marquis.
— Well, yes, Sire, — bewildered, the miller's son could just answer.
— May I invite you to dine with us, — said the cat and led the guests to a spacious hall where a magnificent dinner was served on a huge table.
The king ate to his heart's content, and then he said:
— Well, my dear Marquis, I can see that you are a man of great worth. I should be blessed to have you as my son-in-law.
The princess clapped her hands in happiness. Young, handsome — and wealthy at that, — the Marquis couldn't but steal her heart completely.
So, that was how the miller's son married to the princess and became a prince. They lived long and happily ever after, especially the cat, who became a great lord and henceforth preyed on mice solely for fun.
And if they sometimes asked the miller's son, how he managed to achieve such success, he would just say:
— Well... You'd better ask my cat.
The Snow Queen
In one large town there once lived a boy and a girl. His name was Kai and hers was Gerda. They were dear friends and they loved each other very much. They lived opposite one another in two attics that were so close that the children could talk to each other through the windows. On the windowsill they had a flower pot where beautiful roses grew, and they loved to spend time there together looking at pictures in picture books. Ever so often Kai would visit Gerda at her place, and her Granny would tell them stories.
One day winter came, cold winds swooped down upon the town, and a strange malady befell Kai.
— Ay! — cried Kai. — Something has struck my heart! And there's something in my eye!
— Let me see! — Gerda reached out to him, but Kai brushed her off:
— I think it's gone now! It's not hurting any more!
But he was mistaken: two splinters of ice were stuck in his eye and in his heart. They made his eyes glare with an unkind look and froze his heart into a lump of ice.
From that day Kai changed. He made fun of Granny, trampled in the rose beds that he and Gerda had once tended with so much love, and finally he shouted at Gerda:
— I don't want to be your friend any more, you're stupid! I'm going sledding with the other boys!
In the town square the boys would tie theirs sledges to large carts that passed by and, pulled along by them, got a good ride. Kai too tied his sledge to a large white sleigh in which a beautiful lady was sitting. Little did he know that that was the Snow Queen herself!
Suddenly snow began to fall thickly, and the cart drove faster and faster through the streets until the town remained far behind them.
— Help! — cried Kai, but there was no one to hear him.
The Snow Queen took Kai into her lap and gave him a kiss. That kiss made his heart freeze colder, and he forgot all at once about Gerda, Granny and everything he loved back in his home town.
The sleigh soared up into the sky and wrapped into the snowstorm it rushed on far into the northern lands.
But what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return? Everyone in town said that he must be dead, but Gerda refused to believe it. As soon as the snow melted away, the brave girl went down to the river and got into a little boat that was there, and the stream carried her away to search for her dear friend.
By the side of that river lived an old woman who understood witchcraft.
As she saw little Gerda in the boat, the old woman thought to herself:
— What a fine little girl that is! She would make a nice companion for me! — and caught hold of the boat with her crooked stick and drew it to the shore.
— I am looking for Kai! Have you seen him? — asked Gerda.
— No, — said the old woman. — But I see that you could do with a meal and a nap, my dear.
The old woman lived in a nice little cottage. It was warm and cozy inside. And such a lovely flower garden! Every flower you can think of was there. Mesmerized, Gerda wandered in the garden, unaware of time slipping past her, day after day after day…
She sensed that there was something important that she forgot but couldn't recall what that was exactly. It kept escaping her memory. At last she started crying bitterly, her tears falling onto the ground. And where her tears fell, a beautiful rose grew. It was the rose that reminded her about Kai.
— Dear me, how long have I stayed! I need to find Kai! — cried Gerda and away she ran from the wicked witch.
As she ran out of the garden, Gerda saw that it was late fall. She spent the whole spring and the whole summer under the witch's spell!
On and on ran little Gerda, her little feet so wearied and sore, when at last she saw a magnificent castle. On the gate of the castle there a black raven was sitting.
— My dear raven, I am looking for Kai. Do you know where he is?
— Caw! It may be that I do. It may be that your Kai is the fellow that was r-recently marr-ried to our princess? Come with me! My fiancée is a court r-raven at the palace. She hops quite freely ar-round the place. She will get us in.
The ravens took Gerda into the royal bedroom, where the prince and the princess were sleeping peacefully in their beds shaped like flowers. Full of hope, Gerda brought the candle near the prince's face. He woke up and looked at Gerda. Alas! It wasn't Kai!
Gerda sighed heavily and told the prince and the princess about her sorrow.
— Oh, my poor Gerda! — they exclaimed broken-hearted and decided to give Gerda their royal carriage made of pure gold. — Now that you are riding in the royal carriage, you'll find Kai in no time!
"Everyone is so good to me!" — Gerda thought happily.
In the morning the girl bid farewell to her new friends and set out with no delay.
Even as it rode through the darkest woods, the carriage was glinting like the sun, for it was made of pure gold, and it was immediately spotted by the robbers. They swooped in on it and quickly tore the carriage into pieces.
— Don't you dare touch the princess! She shall play with me! — ordered the little robber girl and threatened Gerda with her knife. — If you refuse, I will cut you into bits!
— I am not a princess, — said Gerda. She told the little robber girl all her story, how dearly she loved little Kai and how desperate she was to find him.
— I believe that the Snow Queen took your little Kai with her to Lapland, — said the reindeer that lived as a prisoner of the little robber girl.
— Do you know where Lapland is? — asked Gerda.
— Who should know better than I! I was born there and there I was bred on the snow fields of Lapland!
The robber girl fiddled with her knife pensively and took pity on the poor Gerda.
— So be it! Off with you! Take her to Lapland, my reindeer, but hurry up, or I'll change my mind!
— Thank you! Oh, thank you! — Gerda wept for joy and the reindeer whirled off and flew over moor and woodland to snowy Lapland with little Gerda on his back.
Thus he ran over heath and moor, on and on, many days and many nights until the polar lights blazed up in the sky above their heads.
— Here it is, my dear Lapland! — said the reindeer and stopped near a shabby little hut, where the old Lapland woman lived.
The woman was cooking fish over an oil lamp and gave a warm welcome to her guests.
The reindeer told the story of Gerda and Kai, for Gerda was so numb with cold she could hardly speak.
— Ah, you poor creatures! — said the old Lapland woman. — Indeed, it was the Snow Queen that took Kai to her castle of ice. He lives there with her. But he thinks that he is quite content and that there is no better place on earth! All of that because of two splinters of ice stuck in his eye and in his heart. They need to be taken out or he will remain like this forever.
— But how can we break the spell cast by the Snow Queen? — the reindeer asked.
— Gerda's power is in her pure child's heart, — said the old Lapland woman. — Look, she has travelled around half of the world, and all the people and all the animals she meets – everyone helps her. If she is not capable of removing the spell cast by the Snow Queen, then no one is! Take her to the ice castle and let no mist and no snowstorm stop you!
Meanwhile, all alone in the ice castle, Kai was playing with small pieces of ice trying to make patterns and figurines out of them. He was quite blue with cold, but he didn't feel it, for the Snow Queen had kissed away his feelings, and his heart was a lump of ice. The Queen was away, quite busy covering woods, fields and towns with snow, so Kai was playing all by himself.
Suddenly the cold silence was broken by little Gerda running into the great freezing ice hall. As she caught sight Kai, she rushed and flung her arms around him:
— Oh, Kai, my dear little Kai! I have found you at last!
But Kai did not recognize her. He was as cold as the ice figurines around him.
Gerda burst into tears: could it be that she's late yet?
Her warm tears were falling on his breast penetrating into his heart and thawing the lump of ice that was stuck there. Kai looked at Gerda and started to cry too. He wept, and so his tears washed the splinter of ice out of his eye.
— Gerda! —he cried. — I am so happy! Where have you been so long? Where have I been? What is this place? How cold and empty it is!
Hand in hand, Kai and Gerda ran away from the ice castle of the Snow Queen, and the reindeer took them back home — to their home town, to Granny and to their families.
The Bremen Town Musicians
Once upon a time an unusual band of musicians arrived at the royal palace from the town of Bremen – a Donkey, a Cat, a Dog and a Rooster, and with them — their jovial master Troubadour. The town's folk gathered in the square, for who ever heard of animals singing and playing musical instruments! Even the King and his daughter, the beautiful Princess, stepped out onto the balcony to take a look at the show.
The musicians of Bremen performed a song, and then climbed on each other's backs to form a pyramid that was so high that the Troubadour, who was on top, found himself face to face with the beautiful Princess.
— Oh! — cried the Princess. She and Troubadour fell in love with each other at first sight.
But the King was not quite pleased to see that.
— Fancy! A Princess to rub elbows with street musicians! Despicable! — he yelled and ordered his royal guard to kick the musicians out immediately.
Hardly had our friends finished the song that the guard threw them out of the palace.
— Just you try and come back! — yelled the King. — I'll get your heads blown off!
The people of the town were ever so sad. They would rather have the musicians sing to them every day of the week! And the heart of the beautiful Princess was broken. Parted from her Troubadour, she cried and cried and would not be consoled. But no one would dare to defy the King.
The Donkey, the Dog, the Cat and the Rooster picked up their instruments and wandered sadly away. Behind them staggered Troubadour. For once in his life he did not feel like signing or dancing. Forlorn, he yearned for his dear Princess.
— Chin up, Troubadour! We'll think of something! — promised his friends.
The friends wandered all day, and when darkness descended, they came upon a small hut in the woods.
— Whoever lives here, maybe, they will not refuse us shelter for the night? — they said hopefully and looked through the windows into the small hut.
Much to their horror inside the hut they saw a gang of robbers feasting over a fire. They were roasting meat, drinking wine and screaming out horrible songs.
— Tomorrow the King will be riding through our woods! So here we go — bam! — and all of his pennies and gold's in our pocket! — thus roared their chief with ominous laughter, and the rest of them — giggled slavishly. The perspective of robbery filled their bellies with fire.
But Troubadour contrived a cleverer plan. He explained it at once to his friends, and each of them jumped at the windows of the hut and started screaming and howling and doing scary voices, blowing the trumpets and banging the drums.
The robbers were scared stiff. They took to their heels and fled, and no one saw them in those woods ever since.
In the morning the King indeed rode through that wood in his carriage. The Donkey, the Dog, the Cat and the Rooster, dressed as a gang of robbers, ambushed the carriage, grabbed the King and tied him to a tall tree.
— Got you, Your Majesty! — they chuckled and disappeared into the hut to celebrate.
— Help! — cried the King, but who could hear him deep in the wild woods?
Right then, out of nowhere, Troubadour made his glorious entrance.
— Your Majesty, is this you?! Here? I can't believe my eyes! — cried Troubadour in surprise pretending to be quite astonished at finding the King in such a miserable state.
— Yes, yes! It's me! It's me! — the King whispered. — I was kidnapped! Those dreadful robbers! Please, rescue me, I beg you!
And he wept like a little child.
Of course, Troubadour rescued the King and triumphantly chased off the "robbers".
— Well, — said the King to Troubadour. — I can see now that you are a nice fellow, even though a musician. If you'd like, you can marry my daughter. I give you my blessing!
So, Troubadour married the Princess on that very day. All the people of the town came to the wedding to wish joy to the newlyweds. And the loyal friends – the Donkey, the Dog, the Cat and the Rooster, sang merry songs to them.
Once upon a time, long time ago, there lived a man of a noble family. He had a charming young daughter and he loved her with all his heart and his soul. Unfortunately, his wife died, and he decided to marry again. But his second marriage did not last long: very soon he got sick and died too. So, his daughter was left to the care of her wicked stepmother who had two daughters of her own – two spoiled and willful sisters.
The stepmother and the sisters took a dislike to the poor girl. They sent her to leave in a tiny room in the attic and treated her like a servant. From morning till night she would wipe the floor, cook meals, wash their clothes and clean their rooms. Her dress was always dirty with ash and cinders, for each night she was cleaning the hearth. That is why everyone called her Cinderella. But even dressed in rags with her face dusty from cinders and ash, Cinderella was a lovely girl, sweet and gentle, and she never once complained about her unhappy lot.
One day a royal messenger came to their house with an announcement from none less than the king of that land himself:
— All unmarried young ladies of this kingdom are invited to attend the royal ball in the king's palace. The price, heir to the king, will be choosing a bride!
— Oh! Ah! — gasped the sisters in excitement as they rushed to the mirror in a hurry to get all dressed up in their finest clothes.
Orders and instructions hurled at the poor Cinderella:
— Do my hair, Cinderella! Tie the bow, Cinderella!
— Bring me my shoes and my hat! Hurry up or we will be late!
— Shall I be going with you? — Cinderella brightened up. — All the unmarried girls are invited.
But the spiteful sisters just laughed at her:
— Look at her! The cinderwench is hoping to marry the prince! What a laugh! Don't hold your breath! Go wipe the floor while we're out dancing at the ball!
The sisters and the stepmother left, and Cinderella sat on the porch in the garden with bitter tears in her eyes. Will nothing good ever happen to her?
Suddenly with a soft pop her Fairy Godmother appeared out of thin air before Cinderella.
— Don't cry, my dear! I can help you! Wipe your tears. Tonight you will be dancing at the ball!
She waved her magic wand, and a large pumpkin that was planted in the garden bed started growing bigger and bigger until it turned into a magnificent golden carriage. Mice turned into horses, and a dog – into an elegant coachman with a jaunty moustache.
The Fairy waved her wand again and instead of the shabby rags Cinderella was suddenly dressed in a fabulous evening gown and on her feet was a pair of lovely glass slippers.
Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes. She rushed to her Fairy Godmother and wound her arms around her:
— Thank you, my dear Godmother!
— Hurry up, my love, but remember: at midnight the carriage will turn into pumpkin again! — thus warned her the Fairy and disappeared.
When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the palace, the hush fell. Everyone was admiring her beauty and her grace. They were wondering who that mysterious stranger was and whether she had been at the court before. Even her stepmother and the two stepsisters did not recognize her.
The prince too was so captivated by Cinderella that all the evening he danced only with her. The stepsisters nearly burst with envy!
And Cinderella was swept away by the dancing and so happy that she lost track of time.
Suddenly the clock struck midnight. She had to run, for the magic would soon melt away!
— Farewell! — cried Cinderella to the prince and, though painful it was to part, slipped away from his arms and rushed hastily down the steps to the gates.
She ran down the stairs in such haste that she took not notice of one of her glass slippers sliding off her tiny foot.
That was it! The carriage turned back into a pumpkin, horses into mice, and the elegant coachman — into a dog. Instead of the fabulous gown Cinderella was dressed in her plain clothes, all covered in cinder and ash.
And yet there was something that she could keep after the ball – her happy memories and her love for the beautiful prince.
Next day the news spread all through the land that the prince was determined, cost what it may, to find the girl that lost her glass slipper at the ball.
— The lady whose foot the slipper fits, will become the prince's wife! — thus messengers announced on every corner.
The prince traveled to all nearby towns and tried the slippers on the foot of so many girls, but it did not fit anyone. At last he came to the house where Cinderella lived. She opened the door to him and recognized her tiny slipper in his hands at once. The sight of him set her heart beating, but she was so excited she could not utter a word…
But at that moment the stepsisters seized the prince's attention. They snatched the slipper from his hands and started squeezing their chubby feet into it this way and that way. They curled their fingers, grumbled, snorted and huffed, but all in vain the slipper was too small for them.
Sad about another unlucky attempt, the prince was about to leave when he caught sight of sweet modest Cinderella again and asked:
— Why don't you try it on?
— Who — she? Your Highness, but she's just a servant! — said the wicked stepmother indignantly.
But the prince insisted.
To everybody's astonishment, the slipper fit Cinderella perfectly! Lo and behold, how it sparkled on her tiny foot!
— So it was you! — rejoiced the prince. — How happy I am! I have finally found you!
And he got down on one knee and asked Cinderella to be his wife. And she gladly accepted!
The king was quite overjoyed when he learned that his only son was getting married at last!
— I will throw the grandest celebration in the history of this kingdom! — he exclaimed. And he was true to his word.
The prince and Cinderella were wed and lived happily ever after.
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Data storage, alteration, and removal
The user, who has provided shaplaboo.com with their personal data, has the right for their alteration and removal, as well as the right to recall the agreement to data processing. Time, during which your personal data will be stored is: commercial and taxing data storage time. After finishing with the processing of your personal data, the website's administration will permanently delete it. To access your personal data, you can contact the administration on: email@example.com. We will be able to pass your data to a third party only with your willing consent. If the data was transferred to a third party, which is not associated with our organization, we cannot perform any changes to that data.
Processing of visiting technical data
Records of your IP address, time of visit, browser settings, operational system and other technical information is saved in the database when you visit shaplaboo.com. This data is necessary for the correct display of the website's content. It is impossible to identify the person of the visitor using this data.
Children's personal information
If you are a parent or a legal guardian of an underage child, and you know that the child has provided us with their personal information without your consent, please contact us on: firstname.lastname@example.org. It is forbidden to enter personal data of underage users without the agreement of parents or lawful guardians.
We use cookie files for the correct display of the website's content and for the convenience of browsing shaplaboo.com. They are small files, that are stored on your device. They help the website to remember information about you, such as in which language you use the website and which pages have you already opened. This information will be useful in the next visit. Thanks to cookie files, the website's browsing becomes much more convenient. You can learn more about these files here. You can set up cookies reception and blocking in your browser yourself. Inability to receive cookie files may limit the functionality of the website.
Processing of personal data by other services
This website uses third-party online services, which perform data collecting, independent from us. Such services include: Google Analytics , Facebook.com, .
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