The wife of a rich man
fell sick, and as she felt that her end was drawing near, she called
her only daughter to her bedside and said, dear child, be good and
pious, and then the good God will always protect you, and I will
look down on you from heaven and be near you. Thereupon she closed
her eyes and departed. Every day the maiden went out to her mother's
grave, and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came
the snow spread a white sheet over the grave, and by the time the
spring sun had drawn it off again, the man had taken another wife.
The woman had brought with her
into the house two daughters, who were beautiful and fair of face,
but vile and black of heart. Now began a bad time for the poor
step-child. Is the stupid goose to sit in the parlor with us, they
said. He who wants to eat bread must earn it. Out with the
kitchen-wench. They took her pretty clothes away from her, put an
old grey bedgown on her, and gave her wooden shoes. Just look at the
proud princess, how decked out she is, they cried, and laughed, and
led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning
till night, get up before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook
and wash.
Besides this, the sisters did her
every imaginable injury - they mocked her and emptied her peas and
lentils into the ashes, so that she was forced to sit and pick them
out again. In the evening when she had worked till she was weary she
had no bed to go to, but had to sleep by the hearth in the cinders.
And as on that account she always looked dusty and dirty, they
called her
C i n d e r e l l a. It happened that
the father was once going to the fair, and he asked his two
step-daughters what he should bring back for them. Beautiful
dresses, said one, pearls and jewels, said the second. And you,
C i n d e r e l l a,
said he, what will you have. |