Cinderella A rich man’s wife became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.” With this she closed her eyes and died. The girl went out to her mother’s grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had removed it again, the man took himself another wife. This wife brought tow daughters into the house with her. They were beautiful, with fair faces, but evil and dark hearts. Times soon grew very bad for the poor stepchild. “why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?” they said, “if she wants to eat bread, then she will have to earn it. Out with this kitchen maid! “ They took her beautiful clothes away from her, dressed her in an old gray smock, and gave her wooden shoes. “just look at the proud princess! How decked out she is !” they shouted and laughed as they led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning until evening, get up before daybreak, carry water, make the fires, cook, and wash. Beside this, the sisters did everything imaginable to hurt her, they made fun of her, scattered peas and lentils into the ashes for her, so that she had to sit and pick them out again. In the evening when she had worked herself weary, there was no bed for her. Instead she had to sleep by the hearth in the ashes. And because she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella. One day it happened that the father was going to the fair, and he asked his tow stepdaughters what he should bring back for them. “beautiful dresses,” said the one. “pearls and jewels ,” said the other. “and you, Cinderella ,”he said, “what do you want ?” “Father, break off for me the first twig that brushes against your hat in your way home.” So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls, and jewels for his two stepdaughters. In his way home, as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he broke off the twig and took it with him. Arriving home, he gave his stepdaughters the things that they had asked for, and gave Cinderella the twig from the hazel bush. Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother’s grave, and planter the branch on it ,and she wept so much that her tears fell upon it and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree. Cinderella went to this tree three times every day, and beneath, it she wept and prayed. A white bird would throw down to her what she had wished for. Now it happened that the king proclaimed a festival that was to last three days. All the beautiful young girls in the land were invited, so that his son could select a bride for himself. When the two stepsisters heard that they too had been invited, they were in high spirits. They called Cinderella, saying, “comb our hair for us. Brush our shoes and fasten our buckles. We are going to the festival at the king’s castle .” Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go to the dance with them. She begged her stepmother to allow her to go. “you. ,Cinderella?” she said, “you ,all covered with dust and dirt, and you want to go to the festival? you have neither clothes nor shoes, and yet you want to dance!” However, because Cinderella kept asking, the stepmother finally said, “I have scattered a bowl of lentils into the ashes for you. If you can pick them out again in two hours, then you may to with us .” The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “you tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather: The good ones go into the pot, The bad ones go into your crop. Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick ,pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowl. Hardly one hour had passed before they were finished, and they all flew out again. The girl took the bowl to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them. But the stepmother said, “no, Cinderella, you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. Everyone would only laugh at you .” Cinderella began to cry, and then the stepmother said, “you may go if you are able to pick two bowls of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour,” Thinking to herself, “she will never he able to do that. “ The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “you tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather: The good ones go into the pot, The bad ones go into you crop. Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the gook grains into the bowls. Before a half hour had passed they were finished, and they all flew out again. The girl took the bowls to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them. But the stepmother said, “it’s no use. You are not coming with us, for you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. We would be ashamed of you .” with this she turned her back on Cinderella ,and hurried away with her tow proud daughters. Now that no one else was at home, Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel tree, and cried out: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me . Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She quickly put on the dress and went to the festival. Her stepsisters and her stepmother did not recognize her. They thought she must be foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought it was Cinderella, for they thought that she was sitting at home in the dirt, looking for lentils in the ashes. The prince approached her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. Furthermore, he would dance with no one else. He never let go of her hand, and whenever anyone else came and asked her to dance, he would say, “she is my dance partner.” She danced until evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the prince said, “I will go along and escort you,” for he wanted to see to whom the beautiful girl belonged. However, she eluded him and jumped into the pigeon coop. the prince waited until her father came, and then he told him that the unknown girl had jumped into the pigeon coop. The old man thought, “Could it be Cinderella?” He had them bring him an ax and a pick so that he could break the pigeon coop apart, but on one was inside. When they got home Cinderella was lying in the ashes, dressed in her dirty clothes. A dim little oil-lamp was burning in the fireplace. Cinderella had quickly jumped down from the back of the pigeon coop and had run to the hazel tree. There she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again. Then, dressed in her gray smock, she had returned to the ashes in the kitchen. The next day when the festival began anew, and her parents and her stepsisters had gone again, Cinderella went to the hazel tree and said: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. Then the bird threw down an even more magnificent dress than on the preceding day. When Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, everyone was astonished at her beauty. The prince had waited until she came, then immediately took her by the hand, and danced only with her. When others came and asked her to dance with them, she said, “she is my dance partner .” When evening came she wanted to leave, and the prince followed her, wanting to see into which house she went. But she ran away from him and into the garden behind the house. A beautiful tall tree stood there, on which hung the most magnificent pears. She climbed as nimbly as a squirrel into the branches, and the prince did not know where she had gone. He waited until her father came, the said to him, “the unknown girl has eluded me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear tree.” The father thought, “could it be Cinderella?” he had an ax brought to him and cut down the tree, but no one was in it. When they came to the kitchen, Cinderella was lying there in the ashes as usual, for she had jumped down from the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress back to the bird in the hazel tree, and had put on her gray smock. On the third day, when her parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went again to her mother’s grave and said to the tree: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. The time the bird threw down to her a dress that was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were of pure gold. When she arrived at the festival in this dress, everyone was so astonished that they did not know what to say. The prince danced only with her, and whenever anyone else asked her to dance, he would say, “she is my dance partner .” When evening came Cinderella wanted to leave, and the prince tried to escort her, but she ran away from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The prince, however, had set a trap. He had had the entire stairway smeared with pitch. When she ran down the stairs, her left slipper stuck in the pitch. The prince picked it up. Ti was small and dainty, and of pure gold. The next morning ,he went with it to the man, and said to him, “no one shall be my wife except for the one whose foot fits this golden shoe .” The two sisters were happy to hear this ,for they had pretty feet. With her mother standing by, the older one took the shoe into her bedroom to try it on. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, “cut off your toe. When you are queen you will on longer have to go on foot .” The girl cut off her toe, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the prince. He took her on his horse as his bride and rode away with her. However, they had to ride past the grave, and there, on the hazel tree, sat the two pigeons, crying out: Rook di goo, rook di goo ! There’s blood in the shoe. The shone it too tight, This bride is not right! Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was running from it. He turned his horse around and took the false bride home again, saying that she was not the right one, and that the other sister should try on the shoe. She went into her bedroom, and got her toes into the shoe all right, but her hell was too large. Then her mother gave her a knife, and said, “cut a piece off you heel. When you are queen you will no longer have to go on foot.” The girl cut a piece off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the prince. He took her on his horse as his bride and rode away with her. When they passed the hazel tree, the two pigeons were sitting in it ,and they cried out: Rook di goo, rook di goo ! There’s blood in the shoe. The shone it too tight, This bride is not right! He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking all red. Then he turned his horse around and took the false bride home again. “this is not the right one, either,” he said. “don’t you have another daughter?” “NO,” said the man. “there is only a deformed little Cinderella from my first wife, but she cannot possibly be the bride.” The prince told him to send her to him, but the mother answered, “oh, no, she is much too dirty. She cannot be seen.” But the prince insisted on it, and they had to call Cinderella. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the prince, who gave her the golden shoe. She sat down on a stool, pulled her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and put in into the slipper, and it fitted her perfectly. When she stood up the prince looked into her face, and he recognized the beautiful girl who had danced with him. He cried out, “she is my true bride.” The stepmother and two sisters were horrified and turned pale with anger. The prince, however, took Cinderella onto his horse and rode away with her. As they passed by the hazel tree, the two white doves cried out: Rook di goo, rook di goo! No blood’s in the shoe. The shoe’s not too tight, This bride is right! ! After they had cried this out, they both flew down and lit on Cinderella’s shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and remained sitting there. When the wedding with the prince was to be held, the two false sisters came, wanting to gain favor with Cinderella and to share her good fortune. When the bridal couple walked into the church, the older sister walked on their right side and the younger on their left side, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them. Afterwards, as they came out of the church, the older one was on the left side, and the younger one on the right side, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each of them. And thus, for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness as ling as they lived. （　）8. Cinderella’s father had a vague idea that the prince’s dance partner could be his daughter Cinderella.

Cinderella A rich man’s wife became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.” With this she closed her eyes and died. The girl went out to her mother’s grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had removed it again, the man took himself another wife. This wife brought tow daughters into the house with her. They were beautiful, with fair faces, but evil and dark hearts. Times soon grew very bad for the poor stepchild. “why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?” they said, “if she wants to eat bread, then she will have to earn it. Out with this kitchen maid! “ They took her beautiful clothes away from her, dressed her in an old gray smock, and gave her wooden shoes. “just look at the proud princess! How decked out she is !” they shouted and laughed as they led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning until evening, get up before daybreak, carry water, make the fires, cook, and wash. Beside this, the sisters did everything imaginable to hurt her, they made fun of her, scattered peas and lentils into the ashes for her, so that she had to sit and pick them out again. In the evening when she had worked herself weary, there was no bed for her. Instead she had to sleep by the hearth in the ashes. And because she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella. One day it happened that the father was going to the fair, and he asked his tow stepdaughters what he should bring back for them. “beautiful dresses,” said the one. “pearls and jewels ,” said the other. “and you, Cinderella ,”he said, “what do you want ?” “Father, break off for me the first twig that brushes against your hat in your way home.” So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls, and jewels for his two stepdaughters. In his way home, as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he broke off the twig and took it with him. Arriving home, he gave his stepdaughters the things that they had asked for, and gave Cinderella the twig from the hazel bush. Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother’s grave, and planter the branch on it ,and she wept so much that her tears fell upon it and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree. Cinderella went to this tree three times every day, and beneath, it she wept and prayed. A white bird would throw down to her what she had wished for. Now it happened that the king proclaimed a festival that was to last three days. All the beautiful young girls in the land were invited, so that his son could select a bride for himself. When the two stepsisters heard that they too had been invited, they were in high spirits. They called Cinderella, saying, “comb our hair for us. Brush our shoes and fasten our buckles. We are going to the festival at the king’s castle .” Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go to the dance with them. She begged her stepmother to allow her to go. “you. ,Cinderella?” she said, “you ,all covered with dust and dirt, and you want to go to the festival? you have neither clothes nor shoes, and yet you want to dance!” However, because Cinderella kept asking, the stepmother finally said, “I have scattered a bowl of lentils into the ashes for you. If you can pick them out again in two hours, then you may to with us .” The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “you tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather: The good ones go into the pot, The bad ones go into your crop. Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick ,pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowl. Hardly one hour had passed before they were finished, and they all flew out again. The girl took the bowl to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them. But the stepmother said, “no, Cinderella, you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. Everyone would only laugh at you .” Cinderella began to cry, and then the stepmother said, “you may go if you are able to pick two bowls of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour,” Thinking to herself, “she will never he able to do that. “ The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “you tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather: The good ones go into the pot, The bad ones go into you crop. Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the gook grains into the bowls. Before a half hour had passed they were finished, and they all flew out again. The girl took the bowls to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them. But the stepmother said, “it’s no use. You are not coming with us, for you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. We would be ashamed of you .” with this she turned her back on Cinderella ,and hurried away with her tow proud daughters. Now that no one else was at home, Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel tree, and cried out: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me . Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She quickly put on the dress and went to the festival. Her stepsisters and her stepmother did not recognize her. They thought she must be foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought it was Cinderella, for they thought that she was sitting at home in the dirt, looking for lentils in the ashes. The prince approached her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. Furthermore, he would dance with no one else. He never let go of her hand, and whenever anyone else came and asked her to dance, he would say, “she is my dance partner.” She danced until evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the prince said, “I will go along and escort you,” for he wanted to see to whom the beautiful girl belonged. However, she eluded him and jumped into the pigeon coop. the prince waited until her father came, and then he told him that the unknown girl had jumped into the pigeon coop. The old man thought, “Could it be Cinderella?” He had them bring him an ax and a pick so that he could break the pigeon coop apart, but on one was inside. When they got home Cinderella was lying in the ashes, dressed in her dirty clothes. A dim little oil-lamp was burning in the fireplace. Cinderella had quickly jumped down from the back of the pigeon coop and had run to the hazel tree. There she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again. Then, dressed in her gray smock, she had returned to the ashes in the kitchen. The next day when the festival began anew, and her parents and her stepsisters had gone again, Cinderella went to the hazel tree and said: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. Then the bird threw down an even more magnificent dress than on the preceding day. When Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, everyone was astonished at her beauty. The prince had waited until she came, then immediately took her by the hand, and danced only with her. When others came and asked her to dance with them, she said, “she is my dance partner .” When evening came she wanted to leave, and the prince followed her, wanting to see into which house she went. But she ran away from him and into the garden behind the house. A beautiful tall tree stood there, on which hung the most magnificent pears. She climbed as nimbly as a squirrel into the branches, and the prince did not know where she had gone. He waited until her father came, the said to him, “the unknown girl has eluded me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear tree.” The father thought, “could it be Cinderella?” he had an ax brought to him and cut down the tree, but no one was in it. When they came to the kitchen, Cinderella was lying there in the ashes as usual, for she had jumped down from the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress back to the bird in the hazel tree, and had put on her gray smock. On the third day, when her parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went again to her mother’s grave and said to the tree: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. The time the bird threw down to her a dress that was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were of pure gold. When she arrived at the festival in this dress, everyone was so astonished that they did not know what to say. The prince danced only with her, and whenever anyone else asked her to dance, he would say, “she is my dance partner .” When evening came Cinderella wanted to leave, and the prince tried to escort her, but she ran away from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The prince, however, had set a trap. He had had the entire stairway smeared with pitch. When she ran down the stairs, her left slipper stuck in the pitch. The prince picked it up. Ti was small and dainty, and of pure gold. The next morning ,he went with it to the man, and said to him, “no one shall be my wife except for the one whose foot fits this golden shoe .” The two sisters were happy to hear this ,for they had pretty feet. With her mother standing by, the older one took the shoe into her bedroom to try it on. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, “cut off your toe. When you are queen you will on longer have to go on foot .” The girl cut off her toe, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the prince. He took her on his horse as his bride and rode away with her. However, they had to ride past the grave, and there, on the hazel tree, sat the two pigeons, crying out: Rook di goo, rook di goo ! There’s blood in the shoe. The shone it too tight, This bride is not right! Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was running from it. He turned his horse around and took the false bride home again, saying that she was not the right one, and that the other sister should try on the shoe. She went into her bedroom, and got her toes into the shoe all right, but her hell was too large. Then her mother gave her a knife, and said, “cut a piece off you heel. When you are queen you will no longer have to go on foot.” The girl cut a piece off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the prince. He took her on his horse as his bride and rode away with her. When they passed the hazel tree, the two pigeons were sitting in it ,and they cried out: Rook di goo, rook di goo ! There’s blood in the shoe. The shone it too tight, This bride is not right! He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking all red. Then he turned his horse around and took the false bride home again. “this is not the right one, either,” he said. “don’t you have another daughter?” “NO,” said the man. “there is only a deformed little Cinderella from my first wife, but she cannot possibly be the bride.” The prince told him to send her to him, but the mother answered, “oh, no, she is much too dirty. She cannot be seen.” But the prince insisted on it, and they had to call Cinderella. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the prince, who gave her the golden shoe. She sat down on a stool, pulled her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and put in into the slipper, and it fitted her perfectly. When she stood up the prince looked into her face, and he recognized the beautiful girl who had danced with him. He cried out, “she is my true bride.” The stepmother and two sisters were horrified and turned pale with anger. The prince, however, took Cinderella onto his horse and rode away with her. As they passed by the hazel tree, the two white doves cried out: Rook di goo, rook di goo! No blood’s in the shoe. The shoe’s not too tight, This bride is right! ! After they had cried this out, they both flew down and lit on Cinderella’s shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and remained sitting there. When the wedding with the prince was to be held, the two false sisters came, wanting to gain favor with Cinderella and to share her good fortune. When the bridal couple walked into the church, the older sister walked on their right side and the younger on their left side, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them. Afterwards, as they came out of the church, the older one was on the left side, and the younger one on the right side, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each of them. And thus, for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness as ling as they lived. （　）9. The prince was almost led into the trap by Cinderella’s stepmother if the two pigeons did not send the message to the prince’s royal palace.

Cinderella A rich man’s wife became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.” With this she closed her eyes and died. The girl went out to her mother’s grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had removed it again, the man took himself another wife. This wife brought tow daughters into the house with her. They were beautiful, with fair faces, but evil and dark hearts. Times soon grew very bad for the poor stepchild. “why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?” they said, “if she wants to eat bread, then she will have to earn it. Out with this kitchen maid! “ They took her beautiful clothes away from her, dressed her in an old gray smock, and gave her wooden shoes. “just look at the proud princess! How decked out she is !” they shouted and laughed as they led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning until evening, get up before daybreak, carry water, make the fires, cook, and wash. Beside this, the sisters did everything imaginable to hurt her, they made fun of her, scattered peas and lentils into the ashes for her, so that she had to sit and pick them out again. In the evening when she had worked herself weary, there was no bed for her. Instead she had to sleep by the hearth in the ashes. And because she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella. One day it happened that the father was going to the fair, and he asked his tow stepdaughters what he should bring back for them. “beautiful dresses,” said the one. “pearls and jewels ,” said the other. “and you, Cinderella ,”he said, “what do you want ?” “Father, break off for me the first twig that brushes against your hat in your way home.” So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls, and jewels for his two stepdaughters. In his way home, as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he broke off the twig and took it with him. Arriving home, he gave his stepdaughters the things that they had asked for, and gave Cinderella the twig from the hazel bush. Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother’s grave, and planter the branch on it ,and she wept so much that her tears fell upon it and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree. Cinderella went to this tree three times every day, and beneath, it she wept and prayed. A white bird would throw down to her what she had wished for. Now it happened that the king proclaimed a festival that was to last three days. All the beautiful young girls in the land were invited, so that his son could select a bride for himself. When the two stepsisters heard that they too had been invited, they were in high spirits. They called Cinderella, saying, “comb our hair for us. Brush our shoes and fasten our buckles. We are going to the festival at the king’s castle .” Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go to the dance with them. She begged her stepmother to allow her to go. “you. ,Cinderella?” she said, “you ,all covered with dust and dirt, and you want to go to the festival? you have neither clothes nor shoes, and yet you want to dance!” However, because Cinderella kept asking, the stepmother finally said, “I have scattered a bowl of lentils into the ashes for you. If you can pick them out again in two hours, then you may to with us .” The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “you tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather: The good ones go into the pot, The bad ones go into your crop. Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick ,pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowl. Hardly one hour had passed before they were finished, and they all flew out again. The girl took the bowl to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them. But the stepmother said, “no, Cinderella, you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. Everyone would only laugh at you .” Cinderella began to cry, and then the stepmother said, “you may go if you are able to pick two bowls of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour,” Thinking to herself, “she will never he able to do that. “ The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “you tame pigeons, you turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather: The good ones go into the pot, The bad ones go into you crop. Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick, pick, pick. They gathered all the gook grains into the bowls. Before a half hour had passed they were finished, and they all flew out again. The girl took the bowls to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be allowed to go to the festival with them. But the stepmother said, “it’s no use. You are not coming with us, for you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance. We would be ashamed of you .” with this she turned her back on Cinderella ,and hurried away with her tow proud daughters. Now that no one else was at home, Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel tree, and cried out: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me . Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She quickly put on the dress and went to the festival. Her stepsisters and her stepmother did not recognize her. They thought she must be foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought it was Cinderella, for they thought that she was sitting at home in the dirt, looking for lentils in the ashes. The prince approached her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. Furthermore, he would dance with no one else. He never let go of her hand, and whenever anyone else came and asked her to dance, he would say, “she is my dance partner.” She danced until evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the prince said, “I will go along and escort you,” for he wanted to see to whom the beautiful girl belonged. However, she eluded him and jumped into the pigeon coop. the prince waited until her father came, and then he told him that the unknown girl had jumped into the pigeon coop. The old man thought, “Could it be Cinderella?” He had them bring him an ax and a pick so that he could break the pigeon coop apart, but on one was inside. When they got home Cinderella was lying in the ashes, dressed in her dirty clothes. A dim little oil-lamp was burning in the fireplace. Cinderella had quickly jumped down from the back of the pigeon coop and had run to the hazel tree. There she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again. Then, dressed in her gray smock, she had returned to the ashes in the kitchen. The next day when the festival began anew, and her parents and her stepsisters had gone again, Cinderella went to the hazel tree and said: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. Then the bird threw down an even more magnificent dress than on the preceding day. When Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, everyone was astonished at her beauty. The prince had waited until she came, then immediately took her by the hand, and danced only with her. When others came and asked her to dance with them, she said, “she is my dance partner .” When evening came she wanted to leave, and the prince followed her, wanting to see into which house she went. But she ran away from him and into the garden behind the house. A beautiful tall tree stood there, on which hung the most magnificent pears. She climbed as nimbly as a squirrel into the branches, and the prince did not know where she had gone. He waited until her father came, the said to him, “the unknown girl has eluded me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear tree.” The father thought, “could it be Cinderella?” he had an ax brought to him and cut down the tree, but no one was in it. When they came to the kitchen, Cinderella was lying there in the ashes as usual, for she had jumped down from the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress back to the bird in the hazel tree, and had put on her gray smock. On the third day, when her parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went again to her mother’s grave and said to the tree: Shake and quiver, little tree, Throw gold and silver down to me. The time the bird threw down to her a dress that was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were of pure gold. When she arrived at the festival in this dress, everyone was so astonished that they did not know what to say. The prince danced only with her, and whenever anyone else asked her to dance, he would say, “she is my dance partner .” When evening came Cinderella wanted to leave, and the prince tried to escort her, but she ran away from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The prince, however, had set a trap. He had had the entire stairway smeared with pitch. When she ran down the stairs, her left slipper stuck in the pitch. The prince picked it up. Ti was small and dainty, and of pure gold. The next morning ,he went with it to the man, and said to him, “no one shall be my wife except for the one whose foot fits this golden shoe .” The two sisters were happy to hear this ,for they had pretty feet. With her mother standing by, the older one took the shoe into her bedroom to try it on. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, “cut off your toe. When you are queen you will on longer have to go on foot .” The girl cut off her toe, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the prince. He took her on his horse as his bride and rode away with her. However, they had to ride past the grave, and there, on the hazel tree, sat the two pigeons, crying out: Rook di goo, rook di goo ! There’s blood in the shoe. The shone it too tight, This bride is not right! Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was running from it. He turned his horse around and took the false bride home again, saying that she was not the right one, and that the other sister should try on the shoe. She went into her bedroom, and got her toes into the shoe all right, but her hell was too large. Then her mother gave her a knife, and said, “cut a piece off you heel. When you are queen you will no longer have to go on foot.” The girl cut a piece off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the prince. He took her on his horse as his bride and rode away with her. When they passed the hazel tree, the two pigeons were sitting in it ,and they cried out: Rook di goo, rook di goo ! There’s blood in the shoe. The shone it too tight, This bride is not right! He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking all red. Then he turned his horse around and took the false bride home again. “this is not the right one, either,” he said. “don’t you have another daughter?” “NO,” said the man. “there is only a deformed little Cinderella from my first wife, but she cannot possibly be the bride.” The prince told him to send her to him, but the mother answered, “oh, no, she is much too dirty. She cannot be seen.” But the prince insisted on it, and they had to call Cinderella. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the prince, who gave her the golden shoe. She sat down on a stool, pulled her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and put in into the slipper, and it fitted her perfectly. When she stood up the prince looked into her face, and he recognized the beautiful girl who had danced with him. He cried out, “she is my true bride.” The stepmother and two sisters were horrified and turned pale with anger. The prince, however, took Cinderella onto his horse and rode away with her. As they passed by the hazel tree, the two white doves cried out: Rook di goo, rook di goo! No blood’s in the shoe. The shoe’s not too tight, This bride is right! ! After they had cried this out, they both flew down and lit on Cinderella’s shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and remained sitting there. When the wedding with the prince was to be held, the two false sisters came, wanting to gain favor with Cinderella and to share her good fortune. When the bridal couple walked into the church, the older sister walked on their right side and the younger on their left side, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them. Afterwards, as they came out of the church, the older one was on the left side, and the younger one on the right side, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each of them. And thus, for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness as ling as they lived. （　）10. The two sisters came to Cinderella’s wedding, hoping to share happiness with her, but only to be punished for all the ill treatment that they made her undergo.

What is Happiness? 　　The right to pursue happiness is issued to us all with our birth, but no one seems quite sure what it is. 　　A holy man（献身于宗教的人）in India may think that happiness is in himself. It is in needing nothing from outside himself. In wanting nothing, he lacks nothing. He sits still there with all attention to his religious contemplation（沉思）, free even of his own body, or nearly free of it. If some admirers bring him food he eats it; if not, he starves all the same. What is the outside world is nothing to him. His religious contemplation is his joy, the accomplishment of which is itself a joy within himself. 　　We Westerners, however, are taught that the more we have from outside ourselves, the happier we will be, and then we are made to want. We are even told it is our duty to want. Advertising, one of our major industries, exists not to satisfy these desires but to create them－and to create them faster than any man’s money in his pocket can satisfy them. It was only a few years ago, for example, that car dealers across the United States were flying banners that read “Your Happiness is Right Here! You Auto Buy Now!” They were calling upon Americans, as an act of showing the loving feeling towards the country, to buy at once, with money they did not have, automobiles they did not really need. Or watch your TV for a few minutes. Then there must be someone, a lady or a gentleman, coming up to tell you: “Try it! The everlasting beauty and happiness must be yours!” 　　Obviously no half-foolish person can be completely persuaded either by such flying banners in the streets or by such ads on the TV. Yet someone is obviously trying to buy the dream of happiness as offered and spending millions upon millions every year in the attempt. Clearly the happiness-market is not running out of customers. 　　I doubt the holy man’s idea of happiness, and I doubt the dreams of happiness-market, too. Whatever happiness may be, I believe, it is neither in having nothing nor in having more, but in changing－in changing the world and mankind into pure states. 　　To change is to make efforts to deal with difficulties. As Yeats, a great Irish poet, once put it, happiness we get for a lifetime depends on how high we choose our difficulties. Robert Frost, a great American poet, was thinking in almost the same terms when we spoke of “the pleasure of taking pains”. 　　It is easy to understand. We even demand difficulty for the fun in our games. We demand it because without difficulty there can be no game. And a game is a way of making something hard for the fun of it. The rules of the game are man-made difficulties. When the player ruins the fun, he always does so by refusing to play by the rules. It is easier to win at chess if you are free, at your pleasure, to cast away all the rules, but the fun is in winning with in the rules. The same is true to happiness. The buyers and sellers at the happiness market seem to have lost their sense of the pleasure of difficulty. Heaven knows what they are playing, but it seems a dull game. And the Indian holy man seems dull to us, I suppose, because he seems to be refusing to play anything at all. The Western weakness may be in the dreams that happiness can be bought. Perhaps the Eastern weakness is in idea that there is such a thing as perfect happiness in man himself. Both of them forget a basic fact: no difficulty, no happiness. 1. The Indian holy man thinks happiness lies in 　　.

What is Happiness? 　　The right to pursue happiness is issued to us all with our birth, but no one seems quite sure what it is. 　　A holy man（献身于宗教的人）in India may think that happiness is in himself. It is in needing nothing from outside himself. In wanting nothing, he lacks nothing. He sits still there with all attention to his religious contemplation（沉思）, free even of his own body, or nearly free of it. If some admirers bring him food he eats it; if not, he starves all the same. What is the outside world is nothing to him. His religious contemplation is his joy, the accomplishment of which is itself a joy within himself. 　　We Westerners, however, are taught that the more we have from outside ourselves, the happier we will be, and then we are made to want. We are even told it is our duty to want. Advertising, one of our major industries, exists not to satisfy these desires but to create them－and to create them faster than any man’s money in his pocket can satisfy them. It was only a few years ago, for example, that car dealers across the United States were flying banners that read “Your Happiness is Right Here! You Auto Buy Now!” They were calling upon Americans, as an act of showing the loving feeling towards the country, to buy at once, with money they did not have, automobiles they did not really need. Or watch your TV for a few minutes. Then there must be someone, a lady or a gentleman, coming up to tell you: “Try it! The everlasting beauty and happiness must be yours!” 　　Obviously no half-foolish person can be completely persuaded either by such flying banners in the streets or by such ads on the TV. Yet someone is obviously trying to buy the dream of happiness as offered and spending millions upon millions every year in the attempt. Clearly the happiness-market is not running out of customers. 　　I doubt the holy man’s idea of happiness, and I doubt the dreams of happiness-market, too. Whatever happiness may be, I believe, it is neither in having nothing nor in having more, but in changing－in changing the world and mankind into pure states. 　　To change is to make efforts to deal with difficulties. As Yeats, a great Irish poet, once put it, happiness we get for a lifetime depends on how high we choose our difficulties. Robert Frost, a great American poet, was thinking in almost the same terms when we spoke of “the pleasure of taking pains”. 　　It is easy to understand. We even demand difficulty for the fun in our games. We demand it because without difficulty there can be no game. And a game is a way of making something hard for the fun of it. The rules of the game are man-made difficulties. When the player ruins the fun, he always does so by refusing to play by the rules. It is easier to win at chess if you are free, at your pleasure, to cast away all the rules, but the fun is in winning with in the rules. The same is true to happiness. The buyers and sellers at the happiness market seem to have lost their sense of the pleasure of difficulty. Heaven knows what they are playing, but it seems a dull game. And the Indian holy man seems dull to us, I suppose, because he seems to be refusing to play anything at all. The Western weakness may be in the dreams that happiness can be bought. Perhaps the Eastern weakness is in idea that there is such a thing as perfect happiness in man himself. Both of them forget a basic fact: no difficulty, no happiness. 2. Happiness to westerners is in 　　.

What is Happiness? 　　The right to pursue happiness is issued to us all with our birth, but no one seems quite sure what it is. 　　A holy man（献身于宗教的人）in India may think that happiness is in himself. It is in needing nothing from outside himself. In wanting nothing, he lacks nothing. He sits still there with all attention to his religious contemplation（沉思）, free even of his own body, or nearly free of it. If some admirers bring him food he eats it; if not, he starves all the same. What is the outside world is nothing to him. His religious contemplation is his joy, the accomplishment of which is itself a joy within himself. 　　We Westerners, however, are taught that the more we have from outside ourselves, the happier we will be, and then we are made to want. We are even told it is our duty to want. Advertising, one of our major industries, exists not to satisfy these desires but to create them－and to create them faster than any man’s money in his pocket can satisfy them. It was only a few years ago, for example, that car dealers across the United States were flying banners that read “Your Happiness is Right Here! You Auto Buy Now!” They were calling upon Americans, as an act of showing the loving feeling towards the country, to buy at once, with money they did not have, automobiles they did not really need. Or watch your TV for a few minutes. Then there must be someone, a lady or a gentleman, coming up to tell you: “Try it! The everlasting beauty and happiness must be yours!” 　　Obviously no half-foolish person can be completely persuaded either by such flying banners in the streets or by such ads on the TV. Yet someone is obviously trying to buy the dream of happiness as offered and spending millions upon millions every year in the attempt. Clearly the happiness-market is not running out of customers. 　　I doubt the holy man’s idea of happiness, and I doubt the dreams of happiness-market, too. Whatever happiness may be, I believe, it is neither in having nothing nor in having more, but in changing－in changing the world and mankind into pure states. 　　To change is to make efforts to deal with difficulties. As Yeats, a great Irish poet, once put it, happiness we get for a lifetime depends on how high we choose our difficulties. Robert Frost, a great American poet, was thinking in almost the same terms when we spoke of “the pleasure of taking pains”. 　　It is easy to understand. We even demand difficulty for the fun in our games. We demand it because without difficulty there can be no game. And a game is a way of making something hard for the fun of it. The rules of the game are man-made difficulties. When the player ruins the fun, he always does so by refusing to play by the rules. It is easier to win at chess if you are free, at your pleasure, to cast away all the rules, but the fun is in winning with in the rules. The same is true to happiness. The buyers and sellers at the happiness market seem to have lost their sense of the pleasure of difficulty. Heaven knows what they are playing, but it seems a dull game. And the Indian holy man seems dull to us, I suppose, because he seems to be refusing to play anything at all. The Western weakness may be in the dreams that happiness can be bought. Perhaps the Eastern weakness is in idea that there is such a thing as perfect happiness in man himself. Both of them forget a basic fact: no difficulty, no happiness. 3. As far as happiness is concerned, the author 　　.