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There lived a king and a queen. They had no children, and this made them so sad, so sad, that it is impossible to say.

And finally, when they completely lost hope, the queen had a daughter.

You can imagine what a holiday was organized on the occasion of her birth, what a lot of guests were invited to the palace, what gifts they prepared! ..

But the most honorable places at the royal table were reserved for the fairies, who in those days still lived somewhere in the world. Everyone knew that these kind sorceresses, if they only wanted to, could bestow such precious treasures on a newborn that you cannot buy for all the riches of the world. And since there were seven fairies, the little princess should have received at least seven wonderful gifts from them.

Splendid dinnerware was placed before the fairies: plates of the finest china, crystal goblets, and a chest each of solid gold. In each drawer were a spoon, a fork and a knife, also made of pure gold and, moreover, of the finest workmanship.

And suddenly, when the guests sat down at the table, the door opened, and the old fairy entered - the eighth in a row - whom they forgot to invite to the holiday.

And they forgot to call her because for more than fifty years she had not left her tower, and everyone thought that she had died.

The king immediately ordered the instrument to be brought to her. In less than a minute, the servants placed plates of the finest painted porcelain and a crystal goblet in front of the old fairy.

But the golden box with a spoon, fork and knife was not enough for her share. These boxes were prepared in total seven - one for each of the seven invited fairies. Instead of golden ones, the old woman was given an ordinary spoon, an ordinary fork and an ordinary knife.

The old fairy, of course, was very offended. She thought that the king and queen were impolite people and did not greet her as respectfully as they should. Pushing her plate and goblet away from her, she muttered some kind of threat through her teeth.

Luckily, the young fairy who was sitting next to her heard her mumbling just in time. Fearing that the old woman might think of endowing the little princess with something very unpleasant - for example, a long nose or a long tongue - she, as soon as the guests got up from the table, made her way into the nursery and hid there behind the canopy of the crib. The young fairy knew that the one who has the last word usually wins in an argument, and she wanted her wish to be the last.

And now the most solemn moment of the holiday has come:

the fairies entered the nursery and one by one began to present the newborn with the gifts they had in store for her.

One of the fairies wished that the princess was the most beautiful in the world. The other rewarded her with a tender and kind heart. The third said that she would grow and bloom for everyone's joy. The fourth promised that the princess would learn to dance excellently, the fifth that she would sing like a nightingale, and the sixth that she would play all musical instruments equally skillfully.

Finally, it was the turn of the old fairy. The old woman leaned over the bed and, shaking her head more from annoyance than from old age, said that the princess would prick her hand with a spindle and die from it.

Everyone shuddered when they learned what a terrible gift the evil sorceress had prepared for the little princess. Nobody could stop crying.

And just then a young fairy appeared from behind the canopy and said loudly:

Don't cry, king and queen! Your daughter will live. True, I am not so strong as to make the spoken word unsaid. Sadly, the princess will have to prick her hand with a spindle, but she will not die from this, but will only fall into a deep sleep and will sleep for a whole hundred years, until the handsome prince wakes her up.

This promise calmed the king and queen a little.

Still, the king decided to try to save the princess from the misfortune that the old evil fairy had predicted for her. To do this, under pain of death, he forbade all his subjects to spin yarn and keep spindles and spinning wheels in his house.

Fifteen or sixteen years have passed. Once the king with the queen and daughter went to one of their country palaces.

The princess wanted to see the ancient castle. Running from room to room, she finally reached the very top of the palace tower.

There, in a cramped little closet under the roof, some old woman sat at a spinning wheel and calmly spun yarn. Oddly enough, she had not heard a word from anyone about the royal ban.

"What are you doing, auntie?" asked the princess, who had never seen a spinning wheel in her life.

“I am spinning yarn, my child,” the old woman answered, not even realizing that she was talking to the princess.

- Oh, it's very beautiful! said the princess. “Let me see if I can make it as good as you.”

She quickly grabbed the spindle and barely had time to touch it, as the prediction of the evil fairy came true, the princess pricked her finger and fell dead.

The frightened old woman began to call for help. People ran from all sides.

Whatever they did: they splashed the princess in the face with water, clapped their hands on her palms, rubbed her whiskey with fragrant vinegar - it was all in vain. The princess didn't even move.

Run after the king. He climbed into the tower, looked at his daughter and immediately realized that the misfortune that he and the queen so feared had not passed them.

Wiping away his tears, he ordered the princess to be transferred to the most beautiful hall of the palace and laid there on a bed decorated with silver and gold embroidery.

It is difficult to describe in words how beautiful the sleeping princess was. She didn't fade at all. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips red like corals.

True, her eyes were tightly closed, but it was audible that she was breathing softly. So it really was a dream, not death.

The king ordered not to disturb the princess until the hour of her awakening comes.

And the good fairy who saved his daughter from death, wishing her a hundred years of sleep, was at that time very far away, twelve thousand miles from the castle. But she immediately learned about this misfortune from a little dwarf walker who had seven-league boots.

The fairy is on her way now. In less than an hour, her fiery chariot drawn by dragons had already appeared near the royal palace. The king gave her his hand and helped her to get off the chariot.

The fairy did her best to console the king and queen. But, while comforting them, at the same time she thought about how sad the princess would be when, in a hundred years, the poor thing would wake up in this old castle and not see a single familiar face near her.

To prevent this from happening, the fairy did this.

With her magic wand, she touched everyone in the palace except the king and queen. And there were court ladies and gentlemen, governesses, maids, butlers, cooks, cooks, runners, soldiers of the palace guards, gatekeepers, pages and lackeys.

She touched with her wand both the horses in the royal stable and the grooms who combed the horses' tails. She touched the big yard dogs and the little curly dog ​​called Puff, which lay at the feet of the sleeping princess.

And now, everyone who was touched by the fairy wand fell asleep. They fell asleep exactly for a hundred years to wake up with their mistress and serve her as they served before. Even partridges and pheasants fell asleep, which were roasted on the fire. The spit on which they spun fell asleep. The fire that burned them fell asleep.

And all this happened in one single moment. Fairies know their stuff: wave your wand and you're done!

Only the king and queen did not fall asleep. The fairy didn't touch them with her wand on purpose, because they had things to do that couldn't be put off for a hundred years.

Wiping away tears, they kissed their sleeping daughter, said goodbye to her and quietly left the hall.

Returning to their capital, they issued a decree that no one dared to approach the enchanted castle.

However, even without that, it was impossible to approach the gates of the castle. In just a quarter of an hour, so many trees, large and small, grew around his fence, so many thorny bushes - thorns, wild roses, holly - and all this was so closely intertwined with branches that no one could get through such a thicket.

And only from a distance, and even from the mountain, one could see the tops of the old castle.

The fairy did all this so that neither man nor beast would disturb the rest of the sleeping princess.

A hundred years have passed. Many kings and queens have changed over the years.

And then one day the son of the king, who reigned at that time, went hunting.

In the distance, above a dense dense forest, he saw the towers of some castle.

Whose castle is this? Who lives in it? he asked all the passers-by he met along the way.

But no one could really answer. Each repeated only what he had heard from others. One said that these were old ruins in which wandering lights settled. Another claimed that there were dragons and poisonous snakes. But most agreed that the old castle belonged to a ferocious ogre.

The prince didn't know who to trust. But then an old peasant approached him and said, bowing:

“Good prince, half a century ago, when I was as young as you are now, I heard from my father that in this castle a beautiful princess sleeps deeply and that she will sleep for another half a century until the noble and brave young man won't come and wake her up.

Can you imagine how the prince felt when he heard those words!

His heart was on fire in his chest. He immediately decided that it was he who had the good fortune to awaken the beautiful princess from her sleep.

Without thinking twice, the prince pulled the reins and galloped to where the towers of the old castle could be seen.

And in front of him is an enchanted forest. The prince jumped off his horse, and immediately tall thick trees, thickets of thorny bushes - everything parted to give him the way. As if along a long, straight alley, he went to the gates of the castle.

The prince walked alone. None of his retinue managed to catch up with him: the trees, having missed the prince, immediately closed behind him, and the bushes again intertwined their branches. It might have frightened anyone, but the prince was young and bold. In addition, he so wanted to wake the beautiful princess that he forgot to think about any danger.

Another hundred steps and he found himself in a spacious courtyard in front of the castle. The prince looked to the right, to the left, and his blood ran cold in his veins. Around him lay, sat, stood, leaning against the wall, some people in ancient clothes. They were all motionless, as if dead.

But, peering into the red, shiny faces of the gatekeepers, the prince realized that they were not dead at all, but simply sleeping. They had goblets in their hands, and the wine had not yet dried in the goblets. Sleep must have overtaken them at the moment when they were about to drain the bowls to the bottom.

The prince passed a large courtyard paved with marble slabs, climbed the stairs and entered the first room. There, lined up in a row and leaning on their halberds, the soldiers of the palace guards were snoring with might and main.

He passed through a series of richly decorated chambers. In each of them, along the walls and around the tables, the prince saw a lot of dressed-up ladies and smart gentlemen. They were all fast asleep, some standing, some sitting.

And here in front of him, finally, is a room with gilded walls and a gilded ceiling. He entered and stopped.

On the bed, the curtains of which were thrown back, lay a beautiful young princess of about fifteen or sixteen years old (except for the century she slept for).

The Prince involuntarily closed his eyes: her beauty shone so much that even the gold around her seemed dull and pale. He quietly approached and knelt before her.

At this very moment, the hour appointed by the good fairy. struck.

The princess woke up, opened her eyes and looked at her deliverer.

“Ah, is that you, prince? - she said. - Finally! How long have you been waiting for...

Before she had time to finish these words, everything around her woke up.

The first to speak was a little dog called Puff, which was lying at the feet of the princess. She barked loudly when she saw a stranger, and from the courtyard she was answered with hoarse barks by watchdogs. Horses neighed in the stable, pigeons cooed under the roof.

The fire in the oven crackled with all its might, and the pheasants, which the cooks had not had time to roast a hundred years ago, turned red in one minute.

The servants, under the supervision of the butler, were already setting the table in the mirrored dining room. And the ladies of the court, while waiting for breakfast, straightened their locks, disheveled for a hundred years, and smiled at their sleepy cavaliers.

In the chamber of the palace guards, the warriors resumed their usual business, stamping their heels and rattling their weapons.

And the porters, who were sitting at the entrance to the palace, finally drained the goblets and filled them again with good wine, which, of course, became older and better in a hundred years.

The whole castle from the flag on the tower to the wine cellar came to life and rustled.

The prince and princess heard nothing. They looked at each other and couldn't get enough of each other. The princess forgot that she had not eaten anything for a century, and the prince did not remember that he had not had poppy dew in his mouth since morning. They talked for four whole hours and did not manage to say even half of what they wanted to say.

But everyone else was not in love and therefore starved to death.

Finally, the eldest lady-in-waiting, who was as hungry as everyone else, could not stand it and reported to the princess that breakfast was served.

The prince extended his hand to his bride and led her into the dining room. The princess was magnificently dressed and looked with pleasure at herself in the mirrors, and the prince in love, of course, did not say a word to her that the style of her dress had gone out of fashion at least a hundred years ago and that such sleeves and collars had not been worn since his great-great-grandmother.

However, even in an old-fashioned dress, she was the best in the world.

The bride and groom sat down at the table. The most noble gentlemen served them various dishes of ancient cuisine. And violins and oboes played for them lovely, long-forgotten songs of the last century.

The court poet immediately composed a new, albeit a little old-fashioned song about a beautiful princess who slept for a hundred years in an enchanted forest. The song was very liked by those who heard it, and since then everyone from young to old began to sing it - from cooks to kings.

And who did not know how to sing songs, he told a fairy tale. This tale passed from mouth to mouth and finally came to us.

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Charles Perrault

sleeping Beauty

or in the world a king and a queen. They had no children, and this made them so sad, so sad, that it is impossible to say.

And finally, when they completely lost hope, the queen had a daughter.

You can imagine what a holiday was organized on the occasion of her birth, what a lot of guests were invited to the palace, what gifts they prepared! ..

But the most honorable places at the royal table were reserved for the fairies, who in those days still lived somewhere in the world. Everyone knew that these kind sorceresses, if they only wanted to, could bestow such precious treasures on a newborn that you cannot buy for all the riches of the world. And since there were seven fairies, the little princess should have received at least seven wonderful gifts from them.

Splendid dining utensils were placed before the fairies: plates of the finest china, crystal goblets, and a chest each of solid gold. In each drawer were a spoon, a fork and a knife, also made of pure gold and, moreover, of the finest workmanship.

And suddenly, when the guests sat down at the table, the door opened, and the old fairy entered - the eighth in a row - whom they forgot to call to the holiday.

And they forgot to call her because for more than fifty years she had not left her tower, and everyone thought that she had died.

The king immediately ordered the instrument to be brought to her. In less than a minute, the servants placed plates of the finest painted porcelain and a crystal goblet in front of the old fairy.

But the golden box with a spoon, fork and knife was not enough for her share. Only seven of these boxes were prepared - one for each of the seven invited fairies. Instead of golden ones, the old woman was given an ordinary spoon, an ordinary fork and an ordinary knife.

The old fairy, of course, was very offended. She thought that the king and queen were impolite people and did not meet her as respectfully as they should. Pushing her plate and goblet away from her, she muttered some kind of threat through her teeth.

Luckily, the young fairy who was sitting next to her heard her mumbling just in time. Fearing that the old woman might think of endowing the little princess with something very unpleasant - for example, a long nose or a long tongue - she, as soon as the guests got up from the table, made her way into the nursery and hid there behind the canopy of the crib. The young fairy knew that the one who has the last word usually wins in a dispute, and she wanted her wish to be the last.

And now the most solemn moment of the holiday has come:

the fairies entered the nursery and one by one began to present the newborn with the gifts they had in store for her.

One of the fairies wished that the princess was the most beautiful in the world. The other rewarded her with a tender and kind heart. The third said that she would grow and bloom for everyone's joy. The fourth promised that the princess would learn to dance excellently, the fifth - that she would sing like a nightingale, and the sixth - that she would play equally skillfully on all musical instruments.

Finally, it was the turn of the old fairy. The old woman leaned over the bed and, shaking her head more from annoyance than from old age, said that the princess would prick her hand with a spindle and die from it.

Everyone shuddered when they learned what a terrible gift the evil sorceress had prepared for the little princess. Nobody could stop crying.

And just then a young fairy appeared from behind the canopy and said loudly:

Don't cry, king and queen! Your daughter will live. True, I am not so strong as to make the spoken word unsaid. Sadly, the princess will have to prick her hand with a spindle, but she will not die from this, but will only fall into a deep sleep and will sleep for a whole hundred years, until the handsome prince wakes her up.

This promise calmed the king and queen a little.

Still, the king decided to try to save the princess from the misfortune that the old evil fairy had predicted for her. To do this, under pain of death, he forbade all his subjects to spin yarn and keep spindles and spinning wheels in his house.

Fifteen or sixteen years have passed. Once the king with the queen and daughter went to one of their country palaces.

The princess wanted to see the ancient castle. Running from room to room, she finally reached the very top of the palace tower.

There, in a cramped little closet under the roof, some old woman sat at a spinning wheel and calmly spun yarn. Oddly enough, she had not heard a word from anyone about the royal ban.

What are you doing, auntie? asked the princess, who had never seen a spinning wheel in her life.

I'm spinning yarn, my child, - the old woman answered, not even realizing that she was talking to the princess.

Ah, this is very beautiful! - said the princess. Let me see if I can do as well as you.

She quickly grabbed the spindle and barely had time to touch it, as the prediction of the evil fairy came true, the princess pricked her finger and fell dead.

The frightened old woman began to call for help. People ran from all sides.

Whatever they did: they splashed the princess in the face with water, clapped their hands on her palms, rubbed her whiskey with fragrant vinegar - it was all in vain. The princess didn't even move.

Run after the king. He climbed into the tower, looked at his daughter and immediately realized that the misfortune that he and the queen so feared had not passed them.

Wiping away his tears, he ordered the princess to be transferred to the most beautiful hall of the palace and laid there on a bed decorated with silver and gold embroidery.

It is difficult to describe in words how beautiful the sleeping princess was. She didn't fade at all. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips red like corals.

True, her eyes were tightly closed, but it was audible that she was breathing softly. So it really was a dream, not death.

The king ordered not to disturb the princess until the hour of her awakening comes.

And the good fairy who saved his daughter from death, wishing her a hundred years of sleep, was at that time very far away, twelve thousand miles from the castle. But she immediately learned about this misfortune from a little dwarf walker who had seven-league boots.

The fairy is on her way now. In less than an hour, her fiery chariot drawn by dragons had already appeared near the royal palace. The king gave her his hand and helped her to get off the chariot.

The fairy did her best to console the king and queen. But, while comforting them, at the same time she thought about how sad the princess would be when, in a hundred years, the poor thing would wake up in this old castle and not see a single familiar face near her.

To prevent this from happening, the fairy did this.

With her magic wand, she touched everyone in the palace except the king and queen. And there were court ladies and gentlemen, governesses, maids, butlers, cooks, cooks, runners, soldiers of the palace guards, gatekeepers, pages and lackeys.

She touched with her wand both the horses in the royal stable and the grooms who combed the horses' tails. She touched the big yard dogs and the little curly dog ​​called Puff, which lay at the feet of the sleeping princess.

And now, everyone who was touched by the fairy wand fell asleep. They fell asleep exactly for a hundred years to wake up with their mistress and serve her as they served before. Even partridges and pheasants fell asleep, which were roasted on the fire. The spit on which they spun fell asleep. The fire that burned them fell asleep.

And all this happened in one single moment. Fairies know their stuff: wave your wand and you're done!

Only the king and queen did not fall asleep. The fairy didn't touch them with her wand on purpose, because they had things to do that couldn't be put off for a hundred years.

Wiping away tears, they kissed their sleeping daughter, said goodbye to her and quietly left the hall.

Returning to their capital, they issued a decree that no one dared to approach the enchanted castle.

However, even without that, it was impossible to approach the gates of the castle. In just a quarter of an hour, so many trees, large and small, grew around his fence, so many thorny bushes - thorns, wild roses, holly - and all this was so closely intertwined with branches that no one could get through such a thicket.

And only from a distance, and even from the mountain, one could see the tops of the old castle.

The fairy did all this so that neither man nor beast would disturb the rest of the sleeping princess.

A hundred years have passed. Many kings and queens have changed over the years.

And then one day the son of the king, who reigned at that time, went hunting.

In the distance, above a dense dense forest, he saw the towers of some castle.

Whose castle is this? Who lives in it? - he asked all the passers-by who came across him on the way.

But no one could really answer. Each repeated only what he had heard from others. One said that these were old ruins in which wandering lights settled. Another claimed that there were dragons and poisonous snakes. But most agreed that the old castle belonged to a ferocious ogre.

The prince didn't know who to trust. But then an old peasant approached him and said, bowing:

Good prince, half a century ago, when I was as young as you are now, I heard from my father that in this castle a beautiful princess sleeps deeply and that she will sleep for another half a century until the noble and courageous youth will come and wake her up.

Can you imagine how the prince felt when he heard those words!

His heart was on fire in his chest. He immediately decided that it was he who had the good fortune to awaken the beautiful princess from her sleep.

Without thinking twice, the prince pulled the reins and galloped to where the towers of the old castle could be seen.

And in front of him is an enchanted forest. The prince jumped off his horse, and immediately tall thick trees, thickets of thorny bushes - everything parted to give him the way. As if along a long, straight alley, he went to the gates of the castle.

The prince walked alone. None of his retinue managed to catch up with him: the trees, having missed the prince, immediately closed behind him, and the bushes again intertwined their branches. It might have frightened anyone, but the prince was young and bold. In addition, he so wanted to wake the beautiful princess that he forgot to think about any danger.

Another hundred steps - and he found himself in a spacious courtyard in front of the castle. The prince looked to the right, to the left, and his blood ran cold in his veins. Around him lay, sat, stood, leaning against the wall, some people in ancient clothes. They were all motionless, as if dead.

But, peering into the red, shiny faces of the gatekeepers, the prince realized that they were not dead at all, but simply sleeping. They had goblets in their hands, and the wine had not yet dried in the goblets. Sleep must have overtaken them at the moment when they were about to drain the bowls to the bottom.

The prince passed a large courtyard paved with marble slabs, climbed the stairs and entered the first room. There, lined up in a row and leaning on their halberds, the soldiers of the palace guards were snoring with might and main.

He passed through a series of richly decorated chambers. In each of them, along the walls and around the tables, the prince saw a lot of dressed-up ladies and smart gentlemen. They were all fast asleep, some standing, some sitting.

And here in front of him, finally, is a room with gilded walls and a gilded ceiling. He entered and stopped.

On the bed, the curtains of which were thrown back, lay a beautiful young princess of about fifteen or sixteen years old (except for the century she slept for).

The Prince involuntarily closed his eyes: her beauty shone so much that even the gold around her seemed dull and pale. He quietly approached and knelt before her.

At this very moment, the hour appointed by the good fairy. struck.

The princess woke up, opened her eyes and looked at her deliverer.

Oh, is that you, prince? - she said. - Finally! How long have you been waiting for...

Before she had time to finish these words, everything around her woke up.

The first to speak was a little dog called Puff, which was lying at the feet of the princess. She barked loudly when she saw a stranger, and from the courtyard she was answered with hoarse barks by watchdogs. Horses neighed in the stable, pigeons cooed under the roof.

The fire in the oven crackled with all its might, and the pheasants, which the cooks had not had time to roast a hundred years ago, turned red in one minute.

The servants, under the supervision of the butler, were already setting the table in the mirrored dining room. And the ladies of the court, while waiting for breakfast, straightened their locks, disheveled for a hundred years, and smiled at their sleepy cavaliers.

In the chamber of the palace guards, the warriors went back to their usual business - stamping their heels and rattling their weapons.

And the porters, who were sitting at the entrance to the palace, finally drained the goblets and filled them again with good wine, which, of course, became older and better in a hundred years.

The whole castle from the flag on the tower to the wine cellar came to life and rustled.

The prince and princess heard nothing. They looked at each other and couldn't get enough of each other. The princess forgot that she had not eaten anything for a century, and the prince did not remember that he had not had poppy dew in his mouth since morning. They talked for four whole hours and did not manage to say even half of what they wanted to say.

But everyone else was not in love and therefore starved to death.

Finally, the eldest lady-in-waiting, who was as hungry as everyone else, could not stand it and reported to the princess that breakfast was served.

The prince extended his hand to his bride and led her into the dining room. The princess was magnificently dressed and looked with pleasure at herself in the mirrors, and the prince in love, of course, did not say a word to her that the style of her dress had gone out of fashion at least a hundred years ago and that such sleeves and collars had not been worn since his great-great-grandmother.

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sleeping Beauty

Charles Perrault

Fairy tale for children

Once upon a time there lived a King and a Queen who had no children and were so upset by something that cannot be described. They fervently prayed to God, made various vows, undertook long journeys on foot to Holy places, and used all possible means; but all was in vain. Finally the Queen became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter.

The christenings were most magnificent; the godmothers of the newborn princess were all the sorceresses located in that country (there were seven of them) so that each of them would make a gift, as was customary for the sorceresses of that time; through these gifts, newborn princesses received all possible perfections. After baptism, everyone returned to the Royal Palace, where a large dining table was prepared for the sorceresses. Before each of them was placed a magnificent device (made of the most precious porcelain, in which the spoon, fork and knife were made of the purest gold, adorned with rubies and diamonds): but as soon as they sat down at the table, an old sorceress suddenly entered, who was not invited, because that for more than fifty years she did not leave the tower in which she imprisoned herself, and she was considered already dead, the Tsar ordered that a device be given to her, but not the same as that of other sorceresses, because there were only seven of them made for the previous seven sorceresses. The old woman, believing that she was despised, grumbled something through her teeth; but the youngest of the sorceresses, who was sitting near her, having heard that she was making threats and, probably knowing that her gift could bring misfortune to the newborn princess, as soon as she left the table, hid behind the wallpaper, with the intention of appointing her gift after all a little princess (because at that time it was customary that sorceresses began to make predictions for newborns from the youngest). The sorceresses began to give their gifts to the princess. The youngest of them predicted that she would be the fairest of the female sex; the second, that her mind would have no such thing; the third is that all her deeds will be great; the fourth, that she would dance like Grazia; the fifth that he would sing like a nightingale, and the sixth predicted that he would play all instruments excellently. Finally, the turn came to the old sorceress, who said, shaking her head (more from annoyance than from old age), that the princess would prick her hand with a spindle and die; this terrible prediction made everyone present tremble; everyone's eyes filled with tears.

At that very moment, the youngest of the sorceresses, coming out of hiding, said aloud: Your Majesty, be calm, your daughter will not die; it is true that I am not so powerful as to be able to completely destroy the prediction of the eldest of us sorceress, but I have the power to save the princess from death; she will definitely prick her hand, but instead of dying, she will plunge into the deepest sleep, which will last a hundred years, after which one, the King's son will come and wake her up. The king, wishing to avoid the misfortune predicted by the old sorceress, at that very moment ordered the publication of a decree by which he forbade all his subjects, under the threat of the death penalty, not only to spin, but even to have a spindle in their house. Fifteen or sixteen years have passed. The Tsar and Tsaritsa went to one of their out-of-town palaces. It happened one day that a young princess, running through the palace rooms, went upstairs to a small room where an old woman was sitting and spinning; she had not heard of the Royal Decree forbidding the use of spindles in homes.

What are you doing, good woman? asked the princess. The old woman, not knowing her, answered: I am spinning, dear child. Oh how cute! objected the princess; how do you do this? let me see if I can do the same. Being too fast, somewhat windy, she immediately took the spindle from her hands and the sorceress's sentence came true. The princess pricked her hand and fainted. The good old woman, not knowing what to do, cried out; a multitude of people fled to her cry; seeing the princess in such a position, they poured several glasses of cold water on her face, beat her on the hands, rubbed her temples with Ungar vodka; nothing helped. The king, hearing the noise, also came there and remembered the prediction of the sorceress; knowing, probably, that this must happen sooner or later; he did not want to punish the old woman who was the cause of such a sad incident, but ordered the princess to be carried to the most magnificent room and put on a bed, where the curtains were embroidered with gold and silver; she was so beautiful that everyone said: this is a real Angel; this dream, like death, did not in the least diminish the beauty of the princess; on her cheeks, as before, a blush played, and her lips were assimilated to coral; although her eyes were closed, she could hear quiet breathing, which served as the surest sign that she was not dead. The king ordered to leave her alone until the hour of awakening comes. The charitable sorceress, who saved her life and condemned her to sleep for a hundred years, was at that time in the Matatokon kingdom, located twelve thousand miles from the King's possessions; but in less than half an hour she learned of this incident from her dwarf, who had seven-league boots (that is, those with which, having stepped once, you will walk seven miles). The sorceress set off at once, and an hour later she was seen in a fiery chariot drawn by dragons.

The king himself took her by the hand from the chariot; she approved of everything given: but as she knew the future, then foreseeing that the princess, upon awakening, would see herself alone in a dilapidated castle, she decided to do the following: - she touched with her magic twig all people and things, in a word, everything that was in the palace (except for the Tsar and Tsaritsa). Ladies, ladies-in-waiting, chamber junkers, waiters, headwaiters, cooks, cooks, workers, guards, doormen, pages, servants, coachmen and postilions, and even the pufflet, the princess’s little bed dog, all fell into a deep sleep, as soon as the sorceress touched someone with her twig.

They were to wake up with the princess and be ready to serve her; the skewers on which hazel grouse and pheasants were roasting stopped and the fire went out. All this happened in one minute; sorceresses do not need much time to carry out their enterprises. The king and queen, having said goodbye to their kind daughter and leaving the palace, gave the command that no one dared to approach him; this prohibition was not necessary, because in no more than a quarter of an hour such a dense forest grew up near the palace that neither animal nor man could pass through it; from a distance only the tops of the towers were visible; of course, that the sorceress did this in order to hide the sleeping princess from the eyes of the curious.

At the end of the hundredth year, the son of the King, who then reigned in that state and descended from another generation, went hunting in that direction, and asked what kind of towers were visible from behind the dense forest? The courtiers answered him, who heard what: some said that spirits live in this castle, others that it serves as a meeting place for wizards living in that country, most of them said that a bear lives here, which carries away all the children that come across to him and eats them, assuring that he alone can pass through the forest.

The prince did not know whom to believe, when suddenly one old man, a peasant, approached him and began to say: Your Highness! more than fifty years ago, I heard from my father that in this castle there is a sleeping princess, and that there is no beauty like her in the world, that she must sleep for a hundred years, and that the King’s son, to whom she was appointed as wife, will wake her, hearing this , the young Prince ignited; some secret foreboding told him that he was destined to destroy the charm.

Reinforced by fame and love, he immediately decided to put his enterprise into action, and as soon as he approached the forest, all the trees, bushes and thorns moved apart of their own accord, giving him the way. The prince, approaching the castle, turned back and saw in extreme surprise that not a single person from his retinue had followed him; the reason for this was that as soon as he passed, the trees approached and blocked everyone's path. The Undaunted Prince kept walking forward. Entering the courtyard, anyone else in his place would be frozen with horror. The deepest silence reigned here, the image of death was presented everywhere, but there was not a single person who died.

From the fresh face and the breath of the porters, the Prince guessed that they had just fallen asleep, some of them were still holding unfinished glasses of wine in their hands. He passed through the passage, which was paved with marble, entered the stairs and into the hall, where the guards stood in full armor, all sleeping; then he passed several more rooms filled with chamber junkers and ladies of the court, who were all in deep sleep, some standing, others sitting. At last he entered the gilded room; where I saw on a most magnificent bed, with curtains open on all sides, a Princess lying fifteen or sixteen years old, whose face had something divine in it. The prince, going up to her with trembling and astonishment, threw himself on his knees; at that very moment the charm was bound to end. The princess woke up and looking at him with tenderness said: ah! It's you, dear Prince! you made yourself wait a long time.

The prince, delighted with these words, and even more with the expressiveness with which they were said, did not know how to explain his joy and gratitude to her; he assured her that he loved her more than life itself. Their conversation was not eloquent, but their feelings expressed a lot, and every minute they became more in love with each other. The prince was in great confusion, and not surprisingly: his head was filled with various thoughts; he could not comprehend why the Princess, upon awakening, began to speak to him as if she had known him for a long time; the reason for this was that the good sorceress, in the continuation of such a long sleep, presented him to the Princess in pleasant dreams. In this way they brought together for about four hours, but still could not tell each other half of what they wanted to. In the meantime, all the courtiers, who had awakened with the Princess, each went about their business, and since they were not in love, they were mortally hungry. The staff lady of the Princess, who was as hungry as the others, seeing that they could not wait for the end of their conversation, reported to the Princess that the table was ready. The prince extended his hand to the beauty and helped her up; she was dressed very splendidly, but the Prince did not dare to tell her that her dress was similar to that of his grandmother. With all that, she was no less beautiful. They went to the hall of mirrors, where they sat down to supper, the pages of the Princess served at the table.

Violinists and oboes played various ancient but excellent pieces, and after supper, in order not to lose time, the priest married them in the parish church, and the state lady undressed the newlywed; they slept very little, and the Princess had no need of sleep. The Prince got up early in the morning, hastening to return to the city, believing it was true that the King, his father, was extremely worried about his absence. Arriving and entering his father, he said that he got lost while hunting in the forest and spent the night in the hut of the square, who offered him bread and cheese. The king, his father, being a very kind man, believed, but his mother had some doubts; seeing that the Prince went hunting almost every day, did not spend the night in the palace for three nights and always found reasons to apologize, she believed for sure that he was in love with someone. Thus he lived with the Princess for more than two years, and had two children, of whom the first was a daughter, named Aurora, and the second a son, who was called Apollo because he was the loveliest child. The Queen tried several times to find out from her son the true reason for his frequent absences, but the Prince never dared to entrust his secret to her. Although his mother loved him, he was afraid to open up, because the Queen was from the generation of cannibals, and the King, his father, married her only because she had untold wealth. They even said quietly at the Court that the Queen also had the inclinations of cannibals, because when she saw small children, she restrained herself with great difficulty so as not to attack and tear them to pieces; The prince, knowing all this, did not want to say a word about his love. But as soon as the King died and he saw himself as the owner of the throne, he publicly announced his marriage and with the most brilliant triumph brought his wife and children to the palace. She entered the capital in a magnificent chariot, surrounded by children, with a great crowd of people. Some time after that, the King declared war on his neighbour, the Kanthalabud Emperor. Leaving the government of the State to the Queen, his mother, and entrusting her to his wife and children, he went to his army, where he was supposed to stay all summer. Upon his departure, the evil Queen mother, having accepted a hellish intention, and in order to fulfill it more easily, sent her daughter-in-law and her children to one country house; and a few days later she herself arrived there one evening, and immediately ordered the chief cook to be called to her. Tomorrow at dinner she told him I want to eat little Aurora.

Ah, Your Majesty! the cook objected.

I command you, the Queen shouted menacingly (her voice was like the voice of the most greedy cannibal), and I want you to cook it in sauce. The poor cook, seeing that it was impossible to disobey the cannibal's orders, took his big knife and went into the room of little Aurora, she was then four years old. Seeing Robert enter (that was the name of the cook), she jumped up and, with childish innocence, threw herself on his neck, and asked for sweets. Robert cried. The knife fell out of his hands and he immediately went to the barnyard, where, choosing a young lamb, he made such a fine sauce for the Queen that she assured that she had never eaten better than this. Robert at the same time took the little Aurora and gave it to his wife, ordered to hide it in a remote room. A week after this, the evil Queen, calling the cookmaster again, said to him: I want to eat Apollo at dinner. Robert, not daring to object to her this time, decided to deceive her another time. He went after little Apollo, who was playing with a monkey; he was no more than three years old; he took him to his wife, who hid him with little Aurora and gave her husband instead of Apollo a young goat, which the ogress deigned to eat with great greed, finding the meat very pleasant. All this got away with very well; but one evening the greedy ogre, calling again to Robert, said: I want to eat the Queen in the same sauce in which you prepared her children for me. It was then that poor Robert lost hope of saving the young Queen and deceiving the old woman. The King's wife was still in her early twenties, and except for the hundred years that she spent in her sleep, her skin, although beautiful and white, was somewhat hard, so there was no way to pick up a single cattle to her body; wherefore Robert, having resolved to slaughter the Queen for the sake of his own life, was determined to carry out the order of the cannibal; trying for a long time to arouse rage in himself, he entered the room of the young Queen with a dagger in his hand, but he did not want to suddenly put her to death, but before that he respectfully announced the command of the Queen to the mother. Stick, stick that dagger! said the unfortunate woman, opening her chest; fulfill the command given to you, unite me quickly with the unfortunate children dear to me. After the kidnapping of the babies, she thought they were dead, because Robert did not say a word to her about saving them. No, no, Your Majesty, cried the touched Robert, you will not die and you will see your children; I hid them in my chambers and now I will also deceive the fierce Queen by making her a young deer in sauce instead of you. He immediately took her to his place, and meanwhile, as the unfortunate mother, seeing the children, threw herself into their arms with delight and tears of joy, Robert, having slaughtered the deer, prepared with the same skill in the sauce, which the cannibal ate at dinner with such greed, as if it was indeed the meat of the young Queen. Being extremely pleased with her cruelty, she prepared to tell the King at his return that the wolves had eaten his wife and children. One evening, when, as usual, she was wandering around the backyards, she heard from the closed window of one hall how little Apollo was crying, whom his mother the Queen wanted to flog for pranks, and she also heard the voice of Aurora, asking for forgiveness for her brother. The ogre, also recognizing the voice of the Queen, was in the greatest rage, seeing herself deceived. The next day in the morning, she gave the command (in such a terrible voice that everyone trembled) that they put a large vat in the middle of the courtyard and filled it with snakes, snakes, lizards, and all kinds of poisonous reptiles, and threw in there the Queen, her children, the cookmaster Robert, his wife and maid. She ordered them to be brought with their hands tied back. The unfortunate victims were brought and the executioners were about to throw them into the vat, when suddenly the King, who was not expected so soon, rode into the yard. Arriving at the place of execution, he asked with surprise: what does this terrible sight mean? no one dared to utter a single word; but the cannibal, in a rage, seeing that her vile command could no longer be fulfilled, threw herself into the vat and was immediately devoured by the disgusting reptiles that she had prepared for her daughter-in-law and grandchildren. The king, like a good son, mourned the loss of his mother, but soon found solace in the arms of his beloved wife and children.

Hello dear reader. The fairy tale Sleeping Beauty by Charles Perrault was written by his brother, and his father processed the texts and provided them with moralizing in verse. The theme of fairies bending over the cradle of a newborn was heard in medieval novels, Chrétien de Troyes in his "Clijès" told the story of an imaginary death, and Marie of France (le "Elidyuk") told about a beautiful girl who lost her senses. One of the episodes of the novel "Perseforest" is dedicated to the adventures of Troilus and Princess Zellandina. The main motifs that will later sound in Perrault's tale have already been outlined here: for example, the celebration and honor of the princess's birthday, the goddesses invited to visit, one of whom feels offended, the motif of a fulfilled prediction and falling into a dream. The plot about the sleeping princess was reflected in the short stories by Giambatista Basile and Gian Francesco Straparola. In Basile's fairy tale "The Sun, Moon and Thalia", Princess Thalia, having pricked herself on a poisoned spindle and stuck her finger, fell asleep. Of course, Charles Perrault was familiar with the works of Straparola and Basile, translated into French, but the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty" relies primarily on the French oral tradition. There are at least 15 variants recorded in French folklore. The Brothers Grimm used the same plot in the fairy tale "Rose Rose", but there, as in the ballet of P. I. Tchaikovsky, everything ends with a wedding. But with Charlie Perrault, the princess still had to suffer after waking up. Before reading this fairy tale to their children, we advise parents to first get acquainted with its content themselves, and then, having made the appropriate decision, read the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty" online with pictures, with illustrations from famous books, to young children. In our opinion, it is more suitable for teenagers.

Once upon a time there lived a King and a Queen who had no children and were so upset by something that cannot be described. They fervently prayed to God, made various vows, undertook long journeys on foot to Holy places, and used all possible means; but all was in vain. Finally the Queen became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter.

The christenings were most magnificent; the godmothers of the newborn princess were all the sorceresses located in that country (there were seven of them) so that each of them would make a gift, as was customary for the sorceresses of that time; through these gifts, newborn princesses received all possible perfections. After baptism, everyone returned to the Royal Palace, where a large dining table was prepared for the sorceresses. Before each of them was placed a magnificent device (made of the most precious porcelain, in which the spoon, fork and knife were made of the purest gold, adorned with rubies and diamonds): but as soon as they sat down at the table, an old sorceress suddenly entered, who was not invited, because that for more than fifty years she did not leave the tower in which she imprisoned herself, and she was considered already dead, the Tsar ordered that a device be given to her, but not the same as that of other sorceresses, because there were only seven of them made for the previous seven sorceresses. The old woman, believing that she was despised, grumbled something through her teeth; but the youngest of the sorceresses, who was sitting near her, having heard that she was making threats and, probably knowing that her gift could bring misfortune to the newborn princess, as soon as she left the table, hid behind the wallpaper, with the intention of appointing her gift after all a little princess (because at that time it was customary that sorceresses began to make predictions for newborns from the youngest). The sorceresses began to give their gifts to the princess. The youngest of them predicted that she would be the fairest of the female sex; the second, that her mind would have no such thing; the third is that all her deeds will be great; the fourth, that she would dance like Grazia; the fifth that he would sing like a nightingale, and the sixth predicted that he would play all instruments excellently. Finally, the turn came to the old sorceress, who said, shaking her head (more from annoyance than from old age), that the princess would prick her hand with a spindle and die; this terrible prediction made everyone present tremble; everyone's eyes filled with tears.

At that very moment, the youngest of the sorceresses, coming out of hiding, said aloud: Your Majesty, be calm, your daughter will not die; it is true that I am not so powerful as to be able to completely destroy the prediction of the eldest of us sorceress, but I have the power to save the princess from death; she will definitely prick her hand, but instead of dying, she will plunge into the deepest sleep, which will last a hundred years, after which one, the King's son will come and wake her up. The king, wishing to avoid the misfortune predicted by the old sorceress, at that very moment ordered the publication of a decree by which he forbade all his subjects, under the threat of the death penalty, not only to spin, but even to have a spindle in their house. Fifteen or sixteen years have passed. The Tsar and Tsaritsa went to one of their out-of-town palaces. It happened one day that a young princess, running through the palace rooms, went upstairs to a small room where an old woman was sitting and spinning; she had not heard of the Royal Decree forbidding the use of spindles in homes.

What are you doing, good woman? asked the princess. The old woman, not knowing her, answered: I am spinning, dear child. Oh how cute! objected the princess; how do you do this? let me see if I can do the same. Being too fast, somewhat windy, she immediately took the spindle from her hands and the sorceress's sentence came true. The princess pricked her hand and fainted. The good old woman, not knowing what to do, cried out; a multitude of people fled to her cry; seeing the princess in such a position, they poured several glasses of cold water on her face, beat her on the hands, rubbed her temples with Ungar vodka; nothing helped. The king, hearing the noise, also came there and remembered the prediction of the sorceress; knowing, probably, that this must happen sooner or later; he did not want to punish the old woman who was the cause of such a sad incident, but ordered the princess to be carried to the most magnificent room and put on a bed, where the curtains were embroidered with gold and silver; she was so beautiful that everyone said: this is a real Angel; this dream, like death, did not in the least diminish the beauty of the princess; on her cheeks, as before, a blush played, and her lips were assimilated to coral; although her eyes were closed, she could hear quiet breathing, which served as the surest sign that she was not dead. The king ordered to leave her alone until the hour of awakening comes. The charitable sorceress, who saved her life and condemned her to sleep for a hundred years, was at that time in the Matatokon kingdom, located twelve thousand miles from the King's possessions; but in less than half an hour she learned of this incident from her dwarf, who had seven-league boots (that is, those with which, having stepped once, you will walk seven miles).
The sorceress set off at once, and an hour later she was seen in a fiery chariot drawn by dragons.

The king himself took her by the hand from the chariot; she approved of everything given: but as she knew the future, then foreseeing that the princess, upon her awakening, would see herself alone in a dilapidated castle, she decided to do the following: - she touched with her magic twig all people and things, in a word, everything that was in the palace (except for the Tsar and Tsaritsa). Ladies, ladies-in-waiting, chamber junkers, waiters, headwaiters, cooks, cooks, workers, guards, doormen, pages, servants, coachmen and postilions, and even the pufflet, the princess’s little bed dog, all fell into a deep sleep, as soon as the sorceress touched someone with her twig.

They were to wake up with the princess and be ready to serve her; the skewers on which hazel grouse and pheasants were roasting stopped and the fire went out. All this happened in one minute; sorceresses do not need much time to carry out their enterprises. The king and queen, having said goodbye to their kind daughter and leaving the palace, gave the command that no one dared to approach him; this prohibition was not necessary, because in no more than a quarter of an hour such a dense forest grew up near the palace that neither animal nor man could pass through it; from a distance only the tops of the towers were visible; of course, that the sorceress did this in order to hide the sleeping princess from the eyes of the curious.

At the end of the hundredth year, the son of the King, who then reigned in that state and descended from another generation, went hunting in that direction, and asked what kind of towers were visible from behind the dense forest? The courtiers answered him, who heard what: some said that spirits live in this castle, others that it serves as a meeting place for wizards living in that country, most of them said that a bear lives here, which carries away all the children that come across to him and eats them, assuring that he alone can pass through the forest.

The prince did not know whom to believe, when suddenly one old man, a peasant, approached him and began to say: Your Highness! more than fifty years ago, I heard from my father that in this castle there is a sleeping princess, and that there is no beauty like her in the world, that she must sleep for a hundred years, and that the King’s son, to whom she was appointed as wife, will wake her, hearing this , the young Prince ignited; some secret foreboding told him that he was destined to destroy the charm.

Reinforced by fame and love, he immediately decided to put his enterprise into action, and as soon as he approached the forest, all the trees, bushes and thorns moved apart of their own accord, giving him the way. The prince, approaching the castle, turned back and saw in extreme surprise that not a single person from his retinue had followed him; the reason for this was that as soon as he passed, the trees approached and blocked everyone's path. The Undaunted Prince kept walking forward. Entering the courtyard, anyone else in his place would be frozen with horror. The deepest silence reigned here, the image of death was presented everywhere, but there was not a single person who died.

From the fresh face and the breath of the porters, the Prince guessed that they had just fallen asleep, some of them were still holding unfinished glasses of wine in their hands. He passed through the passage, which was paved with marble, entered the stairs and into the hall, where the guards stood in full armor, all sleeping; then he passed several more rooms filled with chamber junkers and ladies of the court, who were all in deep sleep, some standing, others sitting. At last he entered the gilded room; where I saw on a most magnificent bed, with curtains open on all sides, a Princess lying fifteen or sixteen years old, whose face had something divine in it. The prince, going up to her with trembling and astonishment, threw himself on his knees; at that very moment the charm was bound to end. The princess woke up and looking at him with tenderness said: ah! It's you, dear Prince! you made yourself wait a long time.

The prince, delighted with these words, and even more with the expressiveness with which they were said, did not know how to explain his joy and gratitude to her; he assured her that he loved her more than life itself. Their conversation was not eloquent, but their feelings expressed a lot, and every minute they became more in love with each other. The prince was in great confusion, and not surprisingly: his head was filled with various thoughts; he could not comprehend why the Princess, upon awakening, began to speak to him as if she had known him for a long time; the reason for this was that the good sorceress, in the continuation of such a long sleep, presented him to the Princess in pleasant dreams. In this way they brought together for about four hours, but still could not tell each other half of what they wanted to. In the meantime, all the courtiers, who had awakened with the Princess, each went about their business, and since they were not in love, they were mortally hungry. The staff lady of the Princess, who was as hungry as the others, seeing that they could not wait for the end of their conversation, reported to the Princess that the table was ready. The prince extended his hand to the beauty and helped her up; she was dressed very splendidly, but the Prince did not dare to tell her that her dress was similar to that of his grandmother. With all that, she was no less beautiful. They went to the hall of mirrors, where they sat down to supper, the pages of the Princess served at the table.

Violinists and oboes played various ancient but excellent pieces, and after supper, in order not to lose time, the priest married them in the parish church, and the state lady undressed the newlywed; they slept very little, and the Princess had no need of sleep. The Prince got up early in the morning, hastening to return to the city, believing it was true that the King, his father, was extremely worried about his absence. Arriving and entering his father, he said that he got lost while hunting in the forest and spent the night in the hut of the square, who offered him bread and cheese. The king, his father, being a very kind man, believed, but his mother had some doubts; seeing that the Prince went hunting almost every day, did not spend the night in the palace for three nights and always found reasons to apologize, she believed for sure that he was in love with someone. Thus he lived with the Princess for more than two years, and had two children, of whom the first was a daughter, named Aurora, and the second a son, who was called Apollo because he was the loveliest child. The Queen tried several times to find out from her son the true reason for his frequent absences, but the Prince never dared to entrust his secret to her. Although his mother loved him, he was afraid to open up, because the Queen was from the generation of cannibals, and the King, his father, married her only because she had untold wealth. They even said quietly at the Court that the Queen also had the inclinations of cannibals, because when she saw small children, she restrained herself with great difficulty so as not to attack and tear them to pieces; The prince, knowing all this, did not want to say a word about his love. But as soon as the King died and he saw himself as the owner of the throne, he publicly announced his marriage and with the most brilliant triumph brought his wife and children to the palace. She entered the capital in a magnificent chariot, surrounded by children, with a great crowd of people. Some time after that, the King declared war on his neighbour, the Kanthalabud Emperor. Leaving the government of the State to the Queen, his mother, and entrusting her to his wife and children, he went to his army, where he was supposed to stay all summer. Upon his departure, the evil Queen mother, having accepted a hellish intention, and in order to fulfill it more easily, sent her daughter-in-law and her children to one country house; and a few days later she herself arrived there one evening, and immediately ordered the chief cook to be called to her. Tomorrow at dinner she told him I want to eat little Aurora. “Ah, Your Majesty! the cook objected. - I order you, the Queen shouted menacingly (her voice was likened to the voice of the most greedy cannibal) and I want you to cook it in sauce. The poor cook, seeing that it was impossible to disobey the cannibal's orders, took his big knife and went into the room of little Aurora, she was then four years old. Seeing Robert enter (that was the name of the cook), she jumped up and, with childish innocence, threw herself on his neck, and asked for sweets. Robert cried. The knife fell out of his hands and he immediately went to the barnyard, where, choosing a young lamb, he made such a fine sauce for the Queen that she assured that she had never eaten better than this. Robert at the same time took the little Aurora and gave it to his wife, ordered to hide it in a remote room. A week after this, the evil Queen, calling the cookmaster again, said to him: I want to eat Apollo at dinner. Robert, not daring to object to her this time, decided to deceive her another time. He went after little Apollo, who was playing with a monkey; he was no more than three years old; he took him to his wife, who hid him with little Aurora and gave her husband instead of Apollo a young goat, which the ogress deigned to eat with great greed, finding the meat very pleasant. All this got away with very well; but one evening the greedy ogre, calling again to Robert, said: I want to eat the Queen in the same sauce in which you prepared her children for me. It was then that poor Robert lost hope of saving the young Queen and deceiving the old woman. The King's wife was still in her early twenties, and except for the hundred years that she spent in her sleep, her skin, although beautiful and white, was somewhat hard, so there was no way to pick up a single cattle to her body; wherefore Robert, having resolved to slaughter the Queen for the sake of his own life, was determined to carry out the order of the cannibal; trying for a long time to arouse rage in himself, he entered the room of the young Queen with a dagger in his hand, but he did not want to suddenly put her to death, but before that he respectfully announced the command of the Queen to the mother. Stick, stick that dagger! said the unfortunate woman, opening her chest; fulfill the command given to you, unite me quickly with the unfortunate children dear to me. After the kidnapping of the babies, she thought they were dead, because Robert did not say a word to her about saving them. No, no, Your Majesty, cried the touched Robert, you will not die and you will see your children; I hid them in my chambers and now I will also deceive the fierce Queen by making her a young deer instead of you in sauce. He immediately took her to his place, and meanwhile, as the unfortunate mother, seeing the children, threw herself into their arms with delight and tears of joy, Robert, having slaughtered the deer, prepared with the same skill in the sauce, which the cannibal ate at dinner with such greed, as if it was indeed the meat of the young Queen. Being extremely pleased with her cruelty, she prepared to tell the King at his return that the wolves had eaten his wife and children.
One evening, when, as usual, she was wandering around the backyards, she heard from the closed window of one hall how little Apollo was crying, whom his mother the Queen wanted to flog for pranks, and she also heard the voice of Aurora, asking for forgiveness for her brother. The ogre, also recognizing the voice of the Queen, was in the greatest rage, seeing herself deceived. The next day in the morning, she gave the command (in such a terrible voice that everyone trembled) that they put a large vat in the middle of the courtyard and filled it with snakes, snakes, lizards, and all kinds of poisonous reptiles, and threw in there the Queen, her children, the cookmaster Robert, his wife and maid. She ordered them to be brought with their hands tied back. The unfortunate victims were brought and the executioners were about to throw them into the vat, when suddenly the King, who was not expected so soon, rode into the yard. Arriving at the place of execution, he asked with surprise: what does this terrible sight mean? no one dared to utter a single word; but the cannibal, in a rage, seeing that her vile command could no longer be fulfilled, threw herself into the vat and was immediately devoured by the disgusting reptiles that she had prepared for her daughter-in-law and grandchildren. The king, like a good son, mourned the loss of his mother, but soon found solace in the arms of his beloved wife and children.

The king and queen waited a long time for the birth of a child, and finally, they became happy parents of a beautiful daughter. The royal family arranged a feast in honor of the newborn princess. The whole kingdom was invited to the celebration, but only one old fairy was forgotten. The old woman wanted to destroy the princess, but the good fairy weakened the curse - the girl fell into a deep sleep, and only a kiss could remove the spell.

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There lived a king and a queen. They had no children, and this made them so sad, so sad, that it is impossible to say.

And finally, when they completely lost hope, the queen had a daughter.

You can imagine what a holiday was organized on the occasion of her birth, what a lot of guests were invited to the palace, what gifts they prepared! ..

But the most honorable places at the royal table were reserved for the fairies, who in those days still lived somewhere in the world. Everyone knew that these kind sorceresses, if they only wanted to, could bestow such precious treasures on a newborn that you cannot buy for all the riches of the world. And since there were seven fairies, the little princess should have received at least seven wonderful gifts from them.

Splendid dinnerware was placed before the fairies: plates of the finest china, crystal goblets, and a chest each of solid gold. In each drawer were a spoon, a fork and a knife, also made of pure gold and, moreover, of the finest workmanship.

And suddenly, when the guests sat down at the table, the door opened, and the old fairy entered - the eighth in a row - whom they forgot to call to the holiday.

And they forgot to call her because for more than fifty years she had not left her tower, and everyone thought that she had died.

The king immediately ordered the instrument to be brought to her. In less than a minute, the servants placed plates of the finest painted porcelain and a crystal goblet in front of the old fairy.

But the golden box with a spoon, fork and knife was not enough for her share. Only seven of these boxes were prepared - one for each of the seven invited fairies. Instead of golden ones, the old woman was given an ordinary spoon, an ordinary fork and an ordinary knife.

The old fairy, of course, was very offended. She thought that the king and queen were impolite people and did not meet her as respectfully as they should. Pushing her plate and goblet away from her, she muttered some kind of threat through her teeth.

Luckily, the young fairy who was sitting next to her heard her mumbling just in time. Fearing that the old woman might think of endowing the little princess with something very unpleasant - for example, a long nose or a long tongue - she, as soon as the guests got up from the table, made her way into the nursery and hid there behind the canopy of the crib. The young fairy knew that the one who has the last word usually wins in an argument, and she wanted her wish to be the last.

And now the most solemn moment of the holiday has come:

the fairies entered the nursery and one by one began to present the newborn with the gifts they had in store for her.

One of the fairies wished that the princess was the most beautiful in the world. The other rewarded her with a tender and kind heart. The third said that she would grow and bloom for everyone's joy. The fourth promised that the princess would learn to dance excellently, the fifth - that she would sing like a nightingale, and the sixth - that she would play equally skillfully on all musical instruments.

Finally, it was the turn of the old fairy. The old woman leaned over the bed and, shaking her head more from annoyance than from old age, said that the princess would prick her hand with a spindle and die from it.

Everyone shuddered when they learned what a terrible gift the evil sorceress had prepared for the little princess. Nobody could stop crying.

And just then a young fairy appeared from behind the canopy and said loudly:

Don't cry, king and queen! Your daughter will live. True, I am not so strong as to make the spoken word unsaid. Sadly, the princess will have to prick her hand with a spindle, but she will not die from this, but will only fall into a deep sleep and will sleep for a whole hundred years, until the handsome prince wakes her up.

This promise calmed the king and queen a little.

Still, the king decided to try to save the princess from the misfortune that the old evil fairy had predicted for her. To do this, under pain of death, he forbade all his subjects to spin yarn and keep spindles and spinning wheels in his house.

Fifteen or sixteen years have passed. Once the king with the queen and daughter went to one of their country palaces.

The princess wanted to see the ancient castle. Running from room to room, she finally reached the very top of the palace tower.

There, in a cramped little closet under the roof, some old woman sat at a spinning wheel and calmly spun yarn. Oddly enough, she had not heard a word from anyone about the royal ban.

What are you doing, auntie? asked the princess, who had never seen a spinning wheel in her life.

I'm spinning yarn, my child, - the old woman answered, not even realizing that she was talking to the princess.

Ah, this is very beautiful! - said the princess. Let me see if I can do as well as you.

She quickly grabbed the spindle and barely had time to touch it, as the prediction of the evil fairy came true, the princess pricked her finger and fell dead.

The frightened old woman began to call for help. People ran from all sides.

Whatever they did: they splashed the princess in the face with water, clapped their hands on her palms, rubbed her whiskey with fragrant vinegar - it was all in vain. The princess didn't even move.

Run after the king. He climbed into the tower, looked at his daughter and immediately realized that the misfortune that he and the queen so feared had not passed them.

Wiping away his tears, he ordered the princess to be transferred to the most beautiful hall of the palace and laid there on a bed decorated with silver and gold embroidery.

It is difficult to describe in words how beautiful the sleeping princess was. She didn't fade at all. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips red like corals.

True, her eyes were tightly closed, but it was audible that she was breathing softly. So it really was a dream, not death.

The king ordered not to disturb the princess until the hour of her awakening comes.

And the good fairy who saved his daughter from death, wishing her a hundred years of sleep, was at that time very far away, twelve thousand miles from the castle. But she immediately learned about this misfortune from a little dwarf walker who had seven-league boots.

The fairy is on her way now. In less than an hour, her fiery chariot drawn by dragons had already appeared near the royal palace. The king gave her his hand and helped her to get off the chariot.

The fairy did her best to console the king and queen. But, while comforting them, at the same time she thought about how sad the princess would be when, in a hundred years, the poor thing would wake up in this old castle and not see a single familiar face near her.

To prevent this from happening, the fairy did this.

With her magic wand, she touched everyone in the palace except the king and queen. And there were court ladies and gentlemen, governesses, maids, butlers, cooks, cooks, runners, soldiers of the palace guards, gatekeepers, pages and lackeys.

She touched with her wand both the horses in the royal stable and the grooms who combed the horses' tails. She touched the big yard dogs and the little curly dog ​​called Puff, which lay at the feet of the sleeping princess.

And now, everyone who was touched by the fairy wand fell asleep. They fell asleep exactly for a hundred years to wake up with their mistress and serve her as they served before. Even partridges and pheasants fell asleep, which were roasted on the fire. The spit on which they spun fell asleep. The fire that burned them fell asleep.

And all this happened in one single moment. Fairies know their stuff: wave your wand and you're done!

Only the king and queen did not fall asleep. The fairy didn't touch them with her wand on purpose, because they had things to do that couldn't be put off for a hundred years.

Wiping away tears, they kissed their sleeping daughter, said goodbye to her and quietly left the hall.

Returning to their capital, they issued a decree that no one dared to approach the enchanted castle.

However, even without that, it was impossible to approach the gates of the castle. In just a quarter of an hour, so many trees, large and small, grew around his fence, so many thorny bushes - thorns, wild roses, holly - and all this was so closely intertwined with branches that no one could get through such a thicket.

And only from a distance, and even from the mountain, one could see the tops of the old castle.

The fairy did all this so that neither man nor beast would disturb the rest of the sleeping princess.

A hundred years have passed. Many kings and queens have changed over the years.

And then one day the son of the king, who reigned at that time, went hunting.

In the distance, above a dense dense forest, he saw the towers of some castle.

Whose castle is this? Who lives in it? - he asked all the passers-by who came across him on the way.

But no one could really answer. Each repeated only what he had heard from others. One said that these were old ruins in which wandering lights settled. Another claimed that there were dragons and poisonous snakes. But most agreed that the old castle belonged to a ferocious ogre.

The prince didn't know who to trust. But then an old peasant approached him and said, bowing:

Good prince, half a century ago, when I was as young as you are now, I heard from my father that in this castle a beautiful princess sleeps deeply and that she will sleep for another half a century until the noble and courageous youth will come and wake her up.

Can you imagine how the prince felt when he heard those words!

His heart was on fire in his chest. He immediately decided that it was he who had the good fortune to awaken the beautiful princess from her sleep.

Without thinking twice, the prince pulled the reins and galloped to where the towers of the old castle could be seen.

And in front of him is an enchanted forest. The prince jumped off his horse, and immediately tall thick trees, thickets of thorny bushes - everything parted to give him the way. As if along a long, straight alley, he went to the gates of the castle.

The prince walked alone. None of his retinue managed to catch up with him: the trees, having missed the prince, immediately closed behind him, and the bushes again intertwined their branches. It might have frightened anyone, but the prince was young and bold. In addition, he so wanted to wake the beautiful princess that he forgot to think about any danger.

Another hundred steps - and he found himself in a spacious courtyard in front of the castle. The prince looked to the right, to the left, and his blood ran cold in his veins. Around him lay, sat, stood, leaning against the wall, some people in ancient clothes. They were all motionless, as if dead.

But, peering into the red, shiny faces of the gatekeepers, the prince realized that they were not dead at all, but simply sleeping. They had goblets in their hands, and the wine had not yet dried in the goblets. Sleep must have overtaken them at the moment when they were about to drain the bowls to the bottom.

The prince passed a large courtyard paved with marble slabs, climbed the stairs and entered the first room. There, lined up in a row and leaning on their halberds, the soldiers of the palace guards were snoring with might and main.

He passed through a series of richly decorated chambers. In each of them, along the walls and around the tables, the prince saw a lot of dressed-up ladies and smart gentlemen. They were all fast asleep, some standing, some sitting.

And here in front of him, finally, is a room with gilded walls and a gilded ceiling. He entered and stopped.

On the bed, the curtains of which were thrown back, lay a beautiful young princess of about fifteen or sixteen years old (except for the century she slept for).

The prince involuntarily closed his eyes: her beauty shone so brightly that even the gold around her seemed dull and pale. He quietly approached and knelt before her.

At that very moment, the hour appointed by the good fairy struck.

The princess woke up, opened her eyes and looked at her deliverer.

Oh, is that you, prince? - she said. - Finally! How long have you been waiting for...

Before she had time to finish these words, everything around her woke up.

The first to speak was a little dog called Puff, which was lying at the feet of the princess. She barked loudly when she saw a stranger, and from the courtyard she was answered with hoarse barks by watchdogs. Horses neighed in the stable, pigeons cooed under the roof.

The fire in the oven crackled with all its might, and the pheasants, which the cooks had not had time to roast a hundred years ago, turned red in one minute.

The servants, under the supervision of the butler, were already setting the table in the mirrored dining room. And the ladies of the court, while waiting for breakfast, straightened their locks, disheveled for a hundred years, and smiled at their sleepy cavaliers.

In the chamber of the palace guards, the warriors went back to their usual business - stamping their heels and rattling their weapons.

And the porters, who were sitting at the entrance to the palace, finally drained the goblets and filled them again with good wine, which, of course, became older and better in a hundred years.

The whole castle from the flag on the tower to the wine cellar came to life and rustled.

The prince and princess heard nothing. They looked at each other and couldn't get enough of each other. The princess forgot that she had not eaten anything for a century, and the prince did not remember that he had not had poppy dew in his mouth since morning. They talked for four whole hours and did not manage to say even half of what they wanted to say.

But everyone else was not in love and therefore starved to death.

Finally, the eldest lady-in-waiting, who was as hungry as everyone else, could not stand it and reported to the princess that breakfast was served.

The prince extended his hand to his bride and led her into the dining room. The princess was magnificently dressed and looked with pleasure at herself in the mirrors, and the prince in love, of course, did not say a word to her that the style of her dress had gone out of fashion at least a hundred years ago and that such sleeves and collars had not been worn since his great-great-grandmother.

However, even in an old-fashioned dress, she was the best in the world.

The bride and groom sat down at the table. The most noble gentlemen served them various dishes of ancient cuisine. And violins and oboes played for them lovely, long-forgotten songs of the last century.

The court poet immediately composed a new, albeit a little old-fashioned song about a beautiful princess who slept for a hundred years in an enchanted forest. Those who heard it liked the song very much, and since then everyone from young to old began to sing it - from cooks to kings.

And who did not know how to sing songs, he told a fairy tale. This tale passed from mouth to mouth and finally came to us.

Sleeping Beauty by Charles Perrault. Important little things.

Sleeping Beauty is a well-known story about a princess who is bewitched by a fairy, but what is really interesting is that the fairy tale is not actually called that. Charles Perrault wrote the fairy tale Beauty in the Sleeping Forest, and already the translators and writers did not quite correctly convey to us the true name, which to a greater extent reflects all the magic that happened in the fairy tale.

It is interesting that the good fairy, who touched everything that surrounded the girl in order to also send her to sleep, did not touch the king and queen. The fairy wanted the princess to see familiar features nearby and not be so frightened at the moment of awakening. The sorceress knew that a completely different life awaited the girl in the future and therefore did not send her parents to her.

The clothes and behavior of the heroes of the fairy tale fully correspond to the time in which Charles Perrault lived. Even the prince, who has awakened the Sleeping Beauty, notices that she is dressed in an old-fashioned way, but like a true gentleman does not show it.

The prince in Charles Perrault's fairy tale, unlike the interpretation in cartoons and movies, does not kiss the princess, but only approaches her and kneels down. And then they talk about everything in the world until the whole kingdom wakes up.