The seventh, “Who has been drinking out of my mug?” The sixth, “Who has been cutting with my knife?” The fourth, “Who has been eating my fruit?”
The third, “Who has been taking some of my bread?” The second, “Who has been eating off my plate?” The first said, “Who has been sitting on my chair?” They lit their seven candles, and as it was now light within the cottage they could see that some one had been there, for everything was not in the same order in which they had left it. When it was quite dark the owners of the cottage came back they were seven dwarfs who dug in the hills for gold. Then, as she was so tired, she lay down on one of the little beds, but none of them suited her one was too long, another too short but at last she found the seventh one was just right, and so she stayed in it, said her prayers, and went to sleep. Little Snow-white was so hungry and thirsty that she ate some fruit and bread from each plate, and drank a drop of milk out of each mug, for she did not wish to take all from one only.
Against the wall stood seven little beds side by side, covered with snow-white coverlets. There was a table on which was a white cover, and seven little plates, and by each plate was a little spoon there were seven little knives and forks, and seven little mugs. Everything in the cottage was small, but neater and cleaner than can be told. She ran as long as her feet would go, until it was almost evening then she saw a little cottage, and went into it to rest herself. Then she began to run, and ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and the wild beasts ran past her, but did her no harm. The cook had to salt this, and the wicked Queen ate it, and thought she had eaten the heart of Snow-white.īut now the poor child was all alone in the great wood, and so afraid that she started at every bush, and did not know what to do. “Run away, then, you poor child.” The wild beasts will soon kill her, thought he and yet it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his heart, since it was no longer needful for him to kill her.Īs a young boar just then came running by he stabbed it, and cut out its heart and took it to the Queen as a proof that the child was dead. “Ah, dear huntsman, leave me my life! I will run away into the wild wood, and never come home again.”Īnd as she was so beautiful the huntsman had pity on her and said: The huntsman did as he was told, and took her away but when he had drawn his knife, and was about to pierce Snow-white’s little heart, she began to weep, and said: Kill her, and bring me back her heart as a token.” “Take the child away into the wood I will no longer have her in my sight. From that hour, whenever she looked at Snow-white, her breath came and went, she hated the girl so much. And envy grew higher and higher in her heart like a weed, so that she had no peace day or night. Then the Queen was angry, and turned green with envy. “You are fairer than all who are here, Lady Queen,īut more beautiful by far is Snow-white, I ween.” And once when the queen asked her Looking-glass: Now Snow-white grew up, and became more and more beautiful and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the Queen herself. “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall,Īt last she was well pleased, for she knew the Looking-glass spoke the truth. She had a wonderful Looking-glass, and when she stood in front of it, and looked at herself in it, and said: She was beautiful but proud, and she could not bear to have any one else more beautiful. And when the child was born, the Queen died.Ī year after, the King took to himself another wife.
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Soon after that she had a little daughter, whose skin was as white as snow, lips were as red as blood, and hair was as black as ebony so she was called Little Snow-white. “Would that I had a child with skin as white as snow, with lips as red as blood, and hair as black as the wood of the window-frame!” And the red looked pretty upon the white snow, and she thought to herself: As she was sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. Once upon a time it was the middle of winter the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky a Queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. We would encourage parents to read beforehand if your child is sensitive to such themes. This is a vintage fairy tale, and may contain violence.
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