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Snow is a lovely little girl, even the evil Queen of the Mirror, she has to admit that the future will be the world's most beautiful woman.
Vanity of the world, the Queen does not want her to the United States than those of the people, they will have to the assassination of Snow White.
Snow was ordered to kill the butchers, to see snow lovely appearance, it is not bear to kill her. She can not take away, we will put her deep in the forest.
But no one thought that snow lucky survived.
Her own again asked the Mirror who is the world's most beautiful woman, while the Mirror said it is Snow White. The Queen was really angry, she decided to kill their own Snow White.
In the forest to escape the snow for a very long time to see a wooden hut, did not lock the door, she would go into. Ehuai she saw a table with delicious food, it relieved them of the Chiguang. Feed, she went to another house. There are very comfortable bed, she simply did not know they are not dreaming. She not enough time to think this is not true, already asleep.
Guoliaoyikuai children, to a number of dwarves. This is their original home. Seven dwarves found her. But this princess is really too cute, they dare not awakened by her, not the heart to blame her Chiguang their own food and sleep in his bed. In this way, the snow understanding of the seven dwarves, and they live together and down. And shortly after, but they ran into trouble.
Queen of the face of the despicable means of assassination, people are always difficulties of small dwarf only save the time and the snow, and told her not to go near strangers - because they do not want Snow White died. But the snow was still pure poison apples and magic comb Piandetuantuan turn.
After untold hardships, they finally defeated, the Queen, and the snow finally finally found their own Baimawangzi, with the seven dwarves, returned to the Royal Palace, with the lead a happy life.
I would like to, even if they do not have Boli Xie and the White Horse, will be boundless happiness! Finally, let us wish them to continue to perform this Baimawangzi Snow White and the myth of happiness!
翻译如下：（白雪公主读后感）
这是一个从小就流传在我们耳中的故事：它很惊险、有趣。并有一个很美的名字叫做白雪公主。
白雪是一个可爱的小女孩，就算是*的女王的魔镜，也不得不承认她将来会是世界上最美丽的女人。
虚荣的女王不希望世界上有比她还要美的人，便要暗杀白雪公主。
奉命去杀掉白雪的屠户，看到白雪可爱的模样，实在是不忍心杀了她。又不能把她带走，就只能把她放在深林里。
但谁也没想到，白雪幸运的活了下来。
自负的女王再次问魔镜谁是世界上最美的女人，而魔镜却又说了是白雪公主。这次女王是真的生气了，她决定自己去杀掉白雪公主。
在森林里逃跑了很长时间的白雪看到了一个木屋，门没锁，她便走了进去。饿坏了的她看见了桌子上有着美味的食物，便一口气把它们吃光了。吃饱后，她来到了另一个屋子。这里有很舒服的床，她简直不知道自己是不是做梦。她还没来得及想这是不是真的，就已经睡着了。
过了一会儿，来了几个小矮人。原来这是他们的家。七个小矮人发现了她。但这个公主真的是太可爱了，他们不敢吵醒她，更不忍心去责怪她吃光了自己的食物并睡在了自己的床上。就这样，白雪认识了七个小矮人，并和他们一起生活了下去。而不久后，他们却又遇到了麻烦。
面对女王的各种卑鄙的暗杀手段，小矮人们总是千辛万苦才一次次的救活了白雪，并告诉她不要再去接近陌生人--因为他们不希望白雪公主死。但单纯的白雪还是被毒苹果和魔法梳子骗得团团转。
经过千辛万苦，他们终于一次次的战胜了女王，而白雪最后也终于找到了属于自己的白马王子，带着七个小矮人，回到了王宫，一起过上了幸福的生活。
我想，就算他们没有玻璃鞋和白马，也会得到无边的幸福的！最后，就让我们祝福他们继续演绎这白雪公主和白马王子的幸福神话吧！
2.（汤姆索亚历险记》读后感）I believe that one of the factors that makes a piece of literature or even a movie a masterpiece is how well the reader can relate to the story. This is definitely a book everyone can relate to.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is a literary masterpieces, written in 1876 by the famous author Mark Twain. Tom Sawyer is a mischievous young boy who lives in the small town on the Mississippi River called St. Petersburg. The story line is simple, the book reads like a biography or a memoir of a summer in Tom Sawyer's life.
Tom Sawyer seems to be the precursor of and the template for misfit kids such as Dennis the Menace, Malcolm in the Middle, and Calvin and Hobbs. What makes this story great is that Tom Sawyer represents everything that is great about childhood. The book is filled with Tom's adventures playing pirates and war with his friend Joe Harper. Tom has a trusted friend, Huck Finn, who few of the alts approve of. The book is filled with ideas of how the world works, such as how pirates and robbers work, that are so innocent, they could only come from a child. It is a story filled with action, adventure, ingenious ideas, love, and schoolyard politics. The whole story is seemingly a complication of what people did or wish they did ring their childhood.
The book is a little difficult to read at first. Personally, it takes me a little while to get used to the 19th century dialect in the book. Other than referring to persons of African decent in derogatory terms (which I'm sure uses terms even young children already know), the book would be an enjoyable read for people of all ages. I highly recommend this book for anyone looking to feel young again, if just for a few hundred pages.
3.高级一点的
傲慢与偏见读后感
Every one knows that a man with a good income who is not yet married must need a wife. When such a man move into a new neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the families who lived there, that they immediately consider him to be the property of one or other of their daughters. What he may think about it is not a matter of any importance.
The story is about the love between 4 couples, mainly Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. It is also about a social problem: love, fortune and social class. In my opinion, that doesn't make sense a poor woman with beautiful appearance and nice manners, but low social class can not marry a rich man. It is terribly ridiculous! In the story, the writer told us clearly that Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley admired (or loved) each other, very clearly at the very beginning of the story, and so did Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet, written later in the story. But the obstacles between their marriage--the gentlemen's family and friends--are proud and have deep prejudice, especially Miss Bingley. Anyway, there is no doubt that Mr. Darcy do have pride at first, but it is very rejoicing for all of them forget the pride at last.
Anyway, there is no difference between the opportunity between people with different social class and fortune...
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It is a little Bantam Classic Book with a blue cover with Sir John Millais's painting 'Nina' on the front.
Sara Crewe, the heroine, is seven at the start of the story and has just arrived in England, after a long voyage from India, to be admitted into a boarding school or, rather, 'Seminary for Young Ladies', run by a certain Miss Minchin. Sara is an imaginative, clever child, much wiser and self-reliant than her years, and is the only, much-inlged daughter of the widowed Ralph Crewe. He is an Army Captain, stationed in India, and is young, merry-spirited, and exceedingly rich. He and Sara have a very close relationship and are really not looking forward to be parted. But, as everyone knows, 'the climate of India was very bad for children' and it is customary 'as soon as possible' to bundle them off to the cold and damp of England.
It doesn't look as if it is going to be easy to become 'resigned' to Miss Minchin and her Seminary though. Sara has a candid way of looking at things and what she sees is a harsh place run by a harsh, vulgar, and fawning woman. She does not like her at all. She spends the next few days until his departure with her father in his hotel and the two of them have a fine time spending a preposterous amount of money on quite preposterous things for Sara. A magnificent ward-robe of fur-trimmed velvet dresses, muffs, and so on that probably no seven year old would think of having in present times - and, given the peer-pressure thing, probably shouldn't want either - but most important of all is the acquisition of Emily. Emily is 'A doll I haven't got yet. She is a doll Papa is going to buy for me.' And she is important because 'She is going to be my friend when Papa is gone. I want her to talk to about him.' Emily, as we will see, more than fulfills her expectations.
At the Seminary Sara soon becomes the 'star pupil'. She has her own room, a French Maid, a Pony, and other things that the other pupils don't. So there is a lot of curiosity and resentment towards her. Fortunately Sara has a kindly, generous disposition - and a fine temper every now and then - and she soon settles in. She befriends the ll but good-hearted Ermengarde, takes the spoiled but lovable Lotte under her wing, and makes life brighter for the over-worked, under-fed little scullery maid, Becky. She also becomes popular with the other girls for her general helpfulness, her attractive character, and her talent for imaginative story-telling. And because she likes to pretend to be a Princess - "So that I can try and behave like one" - they all start calling her 'Princess Sara'. There is however no chance of any sympathetic bonding with the jealous Lavinia, the oldest student at the Seminary, and the greedy, snobbish Miss Munchin; Sara, however unintentionally, makes both of them feel inadequate and foolish, and there's nothing that antagonizes people more than the intimation of their own shortcomings.
The years pass and soon it is Sara's eleventh birthday. Her father sends her 'The Last Doll' and Miss Minchin arranges a party for all the girls. In the midst of the celebrations, Sara's father's lawyer appears with the bad news - Captain Crewe is dead of 'jungle fever' and moreover has lost his entire fortune in speculating in a friend's Diamond Mine Enterprise. The friend, having lost all the money, had apparently fled the scene and Captain Crewe, betrayed and crushed, had died worrying about his little girl. Miss Minchin at first cannot believe the awful news. Then, within minutes, she undergoes a remarkable change from fawning to furious - especially as the lawyer is quick to relieve his firm of any responsibility of the now orphaned and penniless Sara and furthermore points out that Miss Minchin can't very well turn her off into the street as she wants to, since this won't look too good in public view. Miss Minchin, in a rage, decides that she will keep Sara, but as a Scullery Maid cum Slave, and immediately sets about imparting Sara with the news of her changed circumstances. To her intense annoyance, Sara receives the news with a 'strange' composure. She does not break down and cry as other children might. She seems almost relieved that she is to work for her living from now onwards. She calmly accepts all her possessions being confiscated by Miss Minchin and having to leave her comfortable room for the rat-infested attic. Sara finds herself receiving more or less the same treatment as Becky - she is overworked, fed inadequately, sometimes even deprived of food altogether, and moreover is made the butt of cruel jibes and ill-treatment. She grows thinner and her clothes become shorter, tighter, and shabbier. She is no longer recognizable as the little girl whom everyone once called 'Princess Sara'. Her tormentors relish this change. However, there are some things they have not contended with - Sara's indomitable spirit and her rich imagination, and the steadfast loyalty of her three friends Becky, Ermengarde, and Lotte. These sustain her in her bleakest moments. As Becky tells her, "Whats'ever 'appens to you - whats'ever - you'd be a princess all the same - an' nothin' couldn't make you nothin' different."
Now it turns out that the rich and kind Mr. Carrisford is the very friend that Captain Crewe had trusted with his entire fortune. Thinking that he had lost his best friend's money, Tom Carrisford had become gravely ill and had only later found that the Diamond Mines in which they had invested were actually proctive; in the meantime though, Captain Crewe, thinking himself betrayed and destroyed, had passed away. You close the book with a happy glow - for once it's not necessary to look at the world through rose-colored glasses, it actually is of a rosy hue!
The Old Man and the Sea is the most classic and concernful novel of Hemmingway's. Its compendious expression and exciting fighting narrative attracts numerous readers. The author repeatedly emphasized his customary key thoughts in the story: despairing courage, struggling on both physically and psychologically, and the hero's brave, glory and noble character.
One of the pivotal sentences, "a man can be destroyed but not defeated" draws our attention. This sentence is gorgeous in surface but a little doubtful in a certain angle. In the end of the story the old man told to the boy that he was a loser who beaten by the sharks. With his bloody hands and the skeleton of the fish, it was really difficult to judge that he was defeated or not. However, he was undoubtedly destroyed in the fighting at the hopeless sea. Therefore, the difference between "destroy" and "defeated" was just something untraceable. We are not expected to tell one word form another, but to feel the antinomy and contact of them.
This sentence from the old man was also a reflection of the author himself. Sometimes we may treat a novel as some indivial and emotional words. The old man and the sea were the symbols of the author and his life and destiny. As we know, Hemingway suffered a lot from his broken life ring two ruthless world wars. In his late years, he was a successful litterateur but also a disable old man. He ended up his life with suicide. It's too arbitrary to say he was defeated from his fate, and also too shallow to use the word "destroy" in his experiences.
In my opinion, the most splendid thing in Hemmingway and his the Old Man and the Sea is not the VICTORY OF DEFEAT, but the relationship between the two words "defeat" and "destroy" as well as the novel and the author.
Once again I return to the work of Ernest Hemingway after an almost 50 year hiatus. The Old Man and the Sea is a magnificent story. At one level it is the tale of a man and a fish, at another, a story of man versus nature, at yet another, the story of the culture of manhood, courage, bravery in the face of existence, and at yet another a history of what life was like when indivials were more the central actors on the human stage and not groups or organizations.
At the most basic level the very elderly fisherman, Santiago, goes out in his small fishing boat after 84 days without hooking a decent fish. He goes far out, and hooks a gigantic 18 foot long sword fish. The battle then begins, and the fish drags the small boat and Santiago far out to sea. For two days they battle, and Santiago wins that battle, but then loses the great fish on the way home to the scavenger sharks who find him easy prey.
Hemingway celebrates the courage and raw guts of this old man, even recounting a time in Casablanca when he had spent an entire day in an arm wrestling match with a much larger man in a seaside tavern. Hemingway celebrates a concept of humans as beings who go it alone, fierce, brave, courageous without even thinking about it, oozing strength from the nature of the best of the species.
The story is told with incredible economy of words and description, yet nothing is sacrificed which drives home the power and inner strength of this man, who just takes it as what he does, what it is to be a serious fisherman.
Hemingway�s world is not my world. I am no Santiago, no macho man. And the culture of today has little place left for the radical indivial whom Hemingway celebrates and Santiago portrays. Yet the power of Hemingway�s telling is such that I couldn�t help but be on Santiago�s side, to admire him, to ache with his loss in the end to forces greater than he.
There is a side tale as well. This great indivial, the man who stands alone, is not alone completely by choice. He has developed a friendship, a working relationship, a love with a young boy who began fishing with him when the boy was only five. Now the boy has moved on to another boat, a more successful one, at his parents� behest, but he pines to work with Santiago, and when the battle with the great fish has been engaged, Santiago pleads over and over and over: �I wish the boy were here.�
Like many readers who might come upon this novel today, I live a life of citified ease and comfort. A life far removed from harsh confrontations with nature. But Hemingway forces me to remember and acknowledge the indivial, the struggle for the most basic existence, the battle with nature for survival itself. But most importantly he makes one acknowledge the importance of the indivial and the magnificence of courage, skill, art and enrance.
理智与情感：
Sense and Sensibility In Jane Austen�s Sense and Sensibility there is a theme that runs along with males in the novel. The first born sons are forced to deal with the promotions and abilities that come along with the laws of primogeniture, yet even with all they get they do not lead an altogether happy life. The men that are first-born are in fact too swayed by the power and obligation that comes with their estates. In the novel the first sons are viewed in a negative light, yet the second-born sons have less responsibility to be what society wants them to be and are allowed to be his own. Although Edward Ferrars, is a firstborn, his mother disinherits him because of his lack of focus and ability to be all she wants him to be; as John Dashwood remarks Robert will now to all intents and purposes be considered as the eldest son. We know that Colonel Brandon is a second son because he has an older brother who married his old sweetheart, Eliza, many years before the novel's plot begins. And whereas these characters are the heroes of the novel, all the eldest sons are cast in a negative light, including John Dashwood, Robert Ferrars, and Colonel Brandon's older brother. In Austen's day, the eldest sons were the ones who inherited all the family property according to the laws of male primogeniture. However, in spite of these inheritance laws, it is the second sons who ultimately find happiness in the novel; thus they make content lives for themselves despite societal and financial constraints. This conflict starts at the beginning of the novel, but to his son and his son�s son (p 2) with John Dashwood�s acquisition of the Norland estate. After John receives the inheritance and the estate, he is from then on viewed in a negative manner. He is a weak man and is constantly influenced by his petty, greedy and mean wife. He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless to be rather coldhearted and rather selfish to be ill disposed�Had he married a more amiable woman, he might have been more respectable than he was: he might even have been made amiable himself. But Mrs. John Dashwood was a strong caricature of himself: more narrow-minded and selfish.(p 3). His choice of wife, a systematic marriage for money and social stature affects his ability to be viewed as a decent character and he is viewed as a whole with his wife, which degrades him even more so. As far as the Ferrars Brothers are concerned, Edward is the first-born son who seemed to be a second Willoughby (p 224) but loses his position when he refuses to marry Lucy Steele a rich heiress and wanting to in turn marry Elinor. Mr. Ferrars has suffered from his family�he has been entirely cast off by them for persevering in his engagement with a very deserving young woman.(p 243). When he is disinherited he also is dismissed of all constricting obligations that come with it, these go straight to his younger brother Robert. Robert marries Lucy when she learns of his inheritance and switches her loyal affections from Edward to Robert. The nameless Colonel Brandon�s brother we learn is the first-born son as well. The Colonel�s first love Eliza was forced into marriage with his older brother to save their estate and family�s well being another one of the steps in the formulaic society in the times. His brother treats her very poorly, My Brother did not deserve her; he did not even love her�for she experienced great unkindness(p 176). Brandon�s brother is viewed as a horrible and inconsiderate man who put the love of his life, Eliza into the state she was in when the Colonel came back from India, suffering from consumption in a bath in London. Ultimately, the only second-sons in the novel marry the two protagonists of the novel. The concept of the second son is that they have the ability to think on their own, and choose their own path not the one society plans out for them. What Edward had done to forfeit the right of eldest son might have puzzled many people to find out�and if Edward might be judged from the ready discharge of his ties in every particular, from an increasing attachment to his wife and his home, and from the regular cheerfulness of his spirits, he might be supposed no less contented with his lot, no less free from every wish of an exchange. (p 329) The same occurred with Colonel Brandon, he was now as happy as all those who best loved him believed he deserved to be�and her whole heart became, in time, as much devoted to her husband as it had once been to Willoughby. (p 330) Being and indivial and having the ability to do so is a prevalent theme in this novel. It applies the men who do not have to pressure and obligation to laws of primogeniture who can choose their own path. It also applies to the women who are viewed by society as poor but in fact will become rich because they do not have to bow down to society�s rules and systems. Despite the way people dealt with life in that time had to constrict to these rules to feel successful yet, the most successful characters in the novel are the ones who were brave enough to break away from the conformity.
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There was once a man who had three sons, and nothing else in the
world but the house in which he lived. Now each of the sons wished
to have the house after his father's death; but the father loved them
all alike, and did not know what to do; he did not wish to sell the
house, because it had belonged to his forefathers, else he might have
divided the money amongst them. At last a plan came into his head, and
he said to his sons, "Go into the world, and try each of you to learn a
trade, and, when you all come back, he who makes the best masterpiece
shall have the house."
The sons were well content with this, and the eldest determined to be
a blacksmith, the second a barber, and the third a fencing-master. They fixed
a time when they should all come home again, and then each went his way.
It chanced that they all found skilful masters, who taught them their trades
well. The blacksmith had to shoe the King's horses, and he thought to himself,
"The house is mine, without doubt." The barber only shaved great people, and
he too already looked upon the house as his own. The fencing-master got many
a blow, but he only bit his lip, and let nothing vex him; "for," said he to himself,
"If you are afraid of a blow, you'll never win the house."
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When the appointed time had gone by, the three brothers came back
home to their father; but they did not know how to find the best
opportunity for showing their skill, so they sat down and consulted
together. As they were sitting thus, all at once a hare came running
across the field. "Ah, ha, just in time!" said the barber. So he took
his basin and soap, and lathered away until the hare came up; then
he soaped and shaved off the hare's whiskers whilst he was running at
the top of his speed, and did not even cut his skin or injure a hair
on his body. "Well done!" said the old man. "your brothers will have
to exert themselves wonderfully, or the house will be yours."
Soon after, up came a nobleman in his coach, dashing along at full
speed. "Now you shall see what I can do, father," said the blacksmith;
so away he ran after the coach, took all four shoes off the feet of one
of the horses whilst he was galloping, and put him on four new shoes without
stopping him. "You are a fine fellow, and as clever as your brother," said
his father; "I do not know to which I ought to give the house."
Then the third son said, "Father, let me have my turn, if you
please;" and, as it was beginning to rain, he drew his sword, and
flourished it backwards and forwards above his head so fast that not
a drop fell upon him. It rained still harder and harder, till at last it came
down in torrents; but he only flourished his sword faster and faster, and
remained as dry as if he were sitting in a house. When his father saw this
he was amazed, and said, "This is the master-piece, the house is yours!"
His brothers were satisfied with this, as was agreed beforehand; and,
as they loved one another very much, they all three stayed together
in the house, followed their trades, and, as they had learnt them so
well and were so clever, they earned a great deal of money. Thus
they lived together happily until they grew old; and at last, when
one of them fell sick and died, the two others grieved so sorely
about it that they also fell ill, and soon after died. And because
they had been so clever, and had loved one another so much, they
were all laid in the same grave.
A poor servant-girl was once travelling with the family with which she
was in service, through a great forest, and when they were in the
midst of it, robbers came out of the thicket, and murdered all they
found. All perished together except the girl, who had jumped out of
the carriage in a fright, and hidden herself behind a tree. When the
robbers had gone away with their booty, she came out and beheld the
great disaster. Then she began to weep bitterly, and said, "What can
a poor girl like me do now? I do not know how to get out of the forest,
no human being lives in it, so I must certainly starve." She walked about
and looked for a road, but could find none. When it was evening she seated
herself under a tree, gave herself into God's keeping, and resolved to sit
waiting there and not go away, let what might happen. When, however, she had
sat there for a while, a white dove came flying to her with a little golden key in
its mouth. It put the little key in her hand, and said, "Dost thou see that great tree,
therein is a little lock, it opens with the tiny key, and there thou wilt find food enough,
and suffer no more hunger." Then she went to the tree and opened it, and found
milk in a little dish, and white bread to break into it, so that she could eat her
fill. When she was satisfied, she said, "It is now the time when the hens at home
go to roost, I am so tired I could go to bed too." Then the dove flew to her
again, and brought another golden key in its bill, and said, "Open that tree there,
and thou willt find a bed." So she opened it, and found a beautiful white bed, and
she prayed God to protect her ring the night, and lay down and slept. In the morning
the dove came for the third time, and again brought a little key, and said, "Open
that tree there, and thou wilt find clothes." And when she opened it, she found
garments beset with gold and with jewels, more splendid than those of any king's
daughter. So she lived there for some time, and the dove came every day and
provided her with all she needed, and it was a quiet good life.
Once, however, the dove came and said, "Wilt thou do something for my
sake?" "With all my heart," said the girl. Then said the little
dove, "I will guide thee to a small house; enter it, and inside it, an
old woman will be sitting by the fire and will say, 'Good-day.' But
on thy life give her no answer, let her do what she will, but pass
by her on the right side; further on, there is a door, which open,
and thou wilt enter into a room where a quantity of rings of all kinds
are lying, amongst which are some magnificent ones with shining
stones; leave them, however, where they are, and seek out a plain
one, which must likewise be amongst them, and bring it here to me as
quickly as thou canst." The girl went to the little house, and came to the door.
There sat an old woman who stared when she saw her, and said, "Good-day my
child." The girl gave her no answer, and opened the door. "Whither away,"
cried the old woman, and seized her by the gown, and wanted to hold her fast,
saying, "That is my house; no one can go in there if I choose not to allow it."
But the girl was silent, got away from her, and went straight into the room.
Now there lay on the table an enormous quantity of rings, which gleamed
and glittered before her eyes. She turned them over and looked for the plain
one, but could not find it. While she was seeking, she saw the old woman and
how she was stealing away, and wanting to get off with a bird-cage which she
had in her hand. So she went after her and took the cage out of her hand, and
when she raised it up and looked into it, a bird was inside which had the plain
ring in its bill. Then she took the ring, and ran quite joyously home with it,
and thought the little white dove would come and get the ring, but it did
not. Then she leant against a tree and determined to wait for the dove,
and, as she thus stood, it seemed just as if the tree was soft and pliant,
and was letting its branches down. And suddenly the branches twined
around her, and were two arms, and when she looked round, the tree
was a handsome man, who embraced and kissed her heartily, and said,
"Thou hast delivered me from the power of the old woman, who is a
wicked witch. She had changed me into a tree, and every day for two
hours I was a white dove, and so long as she possessed the ring I
could not regain my human form." Then his servants and his horses,
who had likewise been changed into trees, were freed from the
enchantment also, and stood beside him. And he led them forth to his
kingdom, for he was a King's son, and they married, and lived happily.
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THERE was once a King's son, who was no longer content to stay at
home in his father's house, and as he had no fear of anything, he
thought, "I will go forth into the wide world, there the time will not
seem long to me, and I shall see wonders enough." So he took leave of
his parents, and went forth, and on and on from morning till night,
and whichever way his path led it was the same to him. It came to
pass that he got to the house of a giant, and as he was so tired
he sat down by the door and rested. And as he let his eyes roam here
and there, he saw the giant's playthings lying in the yard. These
were a couple of enormous balls, and nine-pins as tall as a man.
After a while he had a fancy to set the nine-pins up and then rolled
the balls at them, and screamed and cried out when the nine-pins
fell, and had a merry time of it. The giant heard the noise, stretched his
head out of the window, and saw a man who was not taller than other men,
and yet played with his nine-pins. "Little worm," cried he, "why art thou
playing with my balls? Who gave thee strength to do it?" The King's son
looked up, saw the giant, and said, "Oh, thou blockhead, thou thinkest indeed
that thou only hast strong arms, I can do everything I want to do." The
giant came down and watched the bowling with great admiration, and
said, "Child of man, if thou art one of that kind, go and bring me an
apple of the tree of life." "What dost thou want with it?" said the
King's son. "I do not want the apple for myself," answered the
giant, "but I have a betrothed bride who wishes for it. I have
travelled far about the world and cannot find the tree." "I will soon
find it," said the King's son, "and I do not know what is to prevent
me from getting the apple down." The giant said, "Thou really believest
it to be so easy! The garden in which the tree stands is surrounded
by an iron railing, and in front of the railing lie wild beasts, each
close to the other, and they keep watch and let no man go in." "They
will be sure to let me in," said the King's son. "Yes, but even if
thou dost get into the garden, and seest the apple hanging to the tree, it
is still not thine; a ring hangs in front of it, through which any
one who wants to reach the apple and break it off, must put his hand,
and no one has yet had the luck to do it." "That luck will be mine,"
said the King's son.
Then he took leave of the giant, and went forth over mountain and valley,
and through plains and forests, until at length he came to the wondrous garden.
The beasts lay round about it, but they had put their heads down and
were asleep. Moreover, they did not awake when he went up to them,
so he stepped over them, climbed the fence, and got safely into the
garden. There, in the very middle of it, stood the tree of life, and the
red apples were shining upon the branches. He climbed up the
trunk to the top, and as he was about to reach out for an apple, he
saw a ring hanging before it; but he thrust his hand through that
without any difficulty, and gathered the apple. The ring closed
tightly on his arm, and all at once he felt a prodigious strength
flowing through his veins. When he had come down again from the tree
with the apple, he would not climb over the fence, but grasped the
great gate, and had no need to shake it more than once before it
sprang open with a loud crash. Then he went out, and the lion which
had been lying down before, was awake and sprang after him,
not in rage and fierceness, but following him humbly as its master.
The King's son took the giant the apple he had promised him, and
said, "Seest thou, I have brought it without difficulty." The giant was
glad that his desire had been so soon satisfied, hastened to his
bride, and gave her the apple for which she had wished. She was a
beautiful and wise maiden, and as she did not see the ring on his
arm, she said, "I shall never believe that thou hast brought the
apple, until I see the ring on thine arm." The giant said, "I have
nothing to do but go home and fetch it," and thought it would be easy
to take away by force from the weak man, what he would not give of
his own free will. He therefore demanded the ring from him, but the
King's son refused it. "Where the apple is, the ring must be also,"
said the giant; "if thou wilt not give it of thine own accord, thou must
fight with me for it."
They wrestled with each other for a long time, but the giant could
not get the better of the King's son, who was strengthened by the magical
power of the ring. Then the giant thought of a stratagem, and said, "I have
got warm with fighting, and so hast thou. We will bathe in the river, and
cool ourselves before we begin again." The King's son, who knew
nothing of falsehood, went with him to the water, and pulled off with
his clothes the ring also from his arm, and sprang into the river.
The giant instantly snatched the ring, and ran away with it, but the
lion, which had observed the theft, pursued the giant, tore the ring
out of his hand, and brought it back to its master. Then the giant
placed himself behind an oak-tree, and while the King's son was busy
putting on his clothes again, surprised him, and put both his eyes out.
And now the unhappy King's son stood there, and was blind and knew
not how to help himself. Then the giant came back to him, took him
by the hand as if he were someone who wanted to guide him, and led
him to the top of a high rock. There he left him standing, and thought,
"Just two steps more, and he will fall down and kill himself, and I can take
the ring from him." But the faithful lion had not deserted its master; it held
him fast by the clothes, and drew him graally back again. When the
giant came and wanted to rob the dead man, he saw that his
cunning had been in vain. "Is there no way, then, of destroying a
weak child of man like that?" said he angrily to himself, and seized
the King's son and led him back again to the precipice by another
way, but the lion which saw his evil design, helped its master out of
danger here also. When they had got close to the edge, the giant
let the blind man's hand drop, and was going to leave him behind
alone, but the lion pushed the giant so that he was thrown down and
fell, dashed to pieces, on the ground.
The faithful animal again drew its master back from the precipice,
and guided him to a tree by which flowed a clear brook. The King's
son sat down there, but the lion lay down, and sprinkled the water in
his face with its paws. Scarcely had a couple of drops wetted the
sockets of his eyes, than he was once more able to see something,
and remarked a little bird flying quite close by, which wounded itself against
the trunk of a tree. On this it went down to the water and bathed itself
therein, and then it soared upwards and swept between the trees
without touching them, as if it had recovered its sight again. Then the
King's son recognized a sign from God and stooped down to the water,
and washed and bathed his face in it. And when he arose he had his
eyes once more, brighter and clearer than they had ever been.
The King's son thanked God for his great mercy, and travelled with his
lion onwards through the world. And it came to pass that he arrived
before a castle which was enchanted. In the gateway stood a maiden
of beautiful form and fine face, but she was quite black. She spoke
to him and said, "Ah, if thou couldst but deliver me from the evil spell
which is thrown over me." "What shall I do?" said the King's son.
The maiden answered, "Thou must pass three nights in the great hall of
this enchanted castle, but thou must let no fear enter thy heart.
When they are doing their worst to torment thee, if thou bearest it
without letting a sound escape thee, I shall be free. Thy life they
dare not take." Then said the King's son, "I have no fear; with God's
help I will try it." So he went gaily into the castle, and when it
grew dark he seated himself in the large hall and waited. Everything was quiet,
however, till midnight, when all at once a great tumult began, and out of every
hole and corner came little devils. They behaved as if they did not see him,
seated themselves in the middle of the room, lighted a fire, and began to gamble.
When one of them lost, he said, "It is not right; some one is here who does not
belong to us; it is his fault that I am losing." "Wait, you fellow behind the stove,
I am coming," said another. The screaming became still louder, so that no one
could have heard it without terror. The King's son stayed sitting quite quietly,
and was not afraid; but at last the devils jumped up from the ground, and fell
on him, and there were so many of them that he could not defend himself
from them. They dragged him about on the floor, pinched him, pricked
him, beat him, and tormented him, but no sound escaped from him.
Towards morning they disappeared, and he was so exhausted that he
could scarcely move his limbs, but when day dawned the black maiden
came to him. She bore in her hand a little bottle wherein was the
water of life wherewith she washed him, and he at once felt all pain
depart and new strength flow through his veins. She said, "Thou hast
held out successfully for one night, but two more lie before thee."
Then she went away again, and as she was going, he observed that her
feet had become white. The next night the devils came and began their
gambols anew. They fell on the King's son, and beat him much more severely
than the night before, until his body was covered with wounds. But as he
bore all quietly, they were forced to leave him, and when dawn appeared,
the maiden came and healed him with the water of life. And when she
went away, he saw with joy that she had already become white to the
tips of her fingers. And now he had only one night more to go
through, but it was the worst. The hob-goblins came again: "Art thou
there still?" cried they, "thou shalt be tormented till thy breath stops."
They pricked him and beat him, and threw him here and there, and
pulled him by the arms and legs as if they wanted to tear him to
pieces, but he bore everything, and never uttered a cry. At last the
devils vanished, but he lay fainting there, and did not stir, nor
could he raise his eyes to look at the maiden who came in, and
sprinkled and bathed him with the water of life. But suddenly he was
freed from all pain, and felt fresh and healthy as if he had awakened
from sleep, and when he opened his eyes he saw the maiden standing by
him, snow-white, and fair as day. "Rise," said she, "and swing thy sword
three times over the stairs, and then all will be delivered." And when he had
done that, the whole castle was released from enchantment, and the maiden
was a rich King's daughter. The servants came and said that the table was already
set in the great hall, and dinner served up. Then they sat down and ate and drank
together, and in the evening the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings.
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