Der Graf liest „Dornröschen“ (превод на Английски)
превод на Английски
The Count reads Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)
Once upon a time there was a king and queen who said every day,
“Oh, if only we had a child!” and yet they never did.
Then one day as the queen was sitting in the bath,
a frog crept out of the water and said to her:
“Your wish will be fulfilled. Before a year has passed,
you will bring a daughter into this world.”
What the frog had said did indeed happen,
the queen bore a girl who was so beautiful that the king could barely contain his joy and threw a grand celebration.
He invited not only his friends, relatives, and acquaintances,
but also the wise women,
so they could hold and weigh the child.
There were thirteen of them in his kingdom,
but because he only had twelve golden plates
from which they could eat,
one of them had to stay home.
The party was celebrated in all its magnificence and as it was ending, each of the wise women gave the child one of their miraculous gifts:
one with virtue, the other with beauty, the third with wealth, and so on with all of the things in the world that can be wished for.
As the eleventh announced her gift,
the thirteenth suddenly entered. She wanted her revenge
because she had not been invited,
and without greeting or looking at anyone,
she exclaimed in a loud voice:
“The queen's daughter shall prick her finger on a spindle and fall dead in her fifteenth year.”
And without saying another word,
she turned and left the hall.
Everyone was shocked, but the twelfth still had yet to grant her gift
and because she could not remove the evil spell
and could only soften it, she said:
“It shall not be a death, but rather a deep, hundred-year sleep
into which the king's daughter will fall.”
The king, who wanted to protect his beloved child from such misfortune, sent out a command ordering every spindle in the kingdom to be burned.
Within the girl, the other blessings of the wise women were all fulfilled, because she was so beautiful, kind, friendly, and intelligent, that anyone who saw her couldn't help but to love her.
It so happened that on the day when the child was to be fifteen years old,
the king and queen were not at home
and the girl remained behind, completely alone in the castle.
She explored all around her, looking in rooms and chambers
as she liked, and came at last to an old tower.
She climbed up the narrow spiral staircase and reached a tiny
door. In the lock was a rusty key,
and as she turned it, the door sprang open
and there sat an old woman on a tiny stool with her spinning wheel, busy spinning her flax.
“Good day, old mother,” said the king's daughter.
“What are you doing there?” “I'm spinning,”
said the old woman and nodded her head.
“What kind of thing is this, that jumps around in such a funny way?”
said the girl, taking the spindle because she also wanted to spin.
She had barely touched the spindle
when the magic spell was fulfilled and she pricked her finger.
But the moment she felt the sting,
she fell down on the bed that stood there and lay in a deep sleep.
And this sleep spread throughout the whole castle:
the king and the queen, who had just come home
and stepped into the hall, began to sleep
and the entire royal household along with them.
The horses fell asleep in the stable, the dogs in the courtyard,
the doves on the roof, the flies on the wall, and yes,
even the fire that flickered in the hearth became still
and slept, the roast ceased its sizzling,
and the cook, who had wanted to pull the kitchen boy's hair
because he had brought something, let him go and fell asleep.
And the wind laid itself down on the trees in front of the castle and blew not a single leaf more.
But a thorny hedge began to grow, wrapping itself around the castle,
which grew higher each year until at last it encircled the entire castle
and nothing more of the castle could be seen,
not even the flags on the roof.
A legend spread through the land of
the beautiful, sleeping Briar Rose1,
as the king's daughter was known,
and therefore princes came from time to time,
wanting to pass through the hedge to the castle.
But it was impossible, because the briar thorns
held tightly together as though they had hands,
and the young men remained stuck there,
never again to be released,
and died miserable deaths.
After many long years another king's son came once again to the land and heard an old man recount
that there should be a castle behind the thorny briar hedge,
in which a beautiful princess
named Briar Rose had slept for a hundred years,
along with her king and queen and their entire court.
He also knew from his grandfather
that many princes had already come
and tried to get through the thorny briar hedge,
but they hung there still,
and each had died a sad death. Then the young man said:
“I am not afraid, I want to get in
and see the beautiful Briar Rose.”
The good old man might have discouraged him from what he wanted,
but the young prince heard none of his words.
Now exactly a hundred years had passed
and the day had come in which Briar Rose should once again awaken.
As the prince neared the briar hedge,
all that stood there were big, beautiful flowers
that came apart from one another all by themselves
and let him pass through unharmed,
and behind him they wove themselves together as a hedge once again.
In the castle courtyard, he saw the horses and spotted hounds lying
and sleeping, and on the roof the doves sat
with their little heads tucked under their wings.
And as he came into the house, the flies slept on the wall,
the cook in the kitchen held his hand
as though he wanted to grab the kitchen boy,
and the maid sat in front of the black hen
that should be plucked.
Then he went in further and saw in the hall all of the royal household lying
and sleeping, and up on the throne sat the king and queen.
Then he went in even further, and everything was so silent
that he could hear his own breath,
and at last he came to the tower
and opened the door to the tiny room
in which Briar Rose slept. There she lay, so beautiful
that he could not take his eyes off her,
and he bent down and gave her a kiss.
As his kiss touched her,
Briar Rose opened her eyes, woke up,
and gazed lovingly at him.
Then they went downstairs together, and the king awakened
and the queen and the whole royal household,
and looked at one another with wide eyes.
And the horses in the stable stood up and shook themselves,
the hounds sprang up and wagged their tails,
the doves on the roof pulled their little heads out from under their wings,
looked around, and flew into the field;
the flies on the walls crept around once again;
the fire in the kitchen rose up,
flickered, and cooked the food;
the roast resumed its sizzling,
and the cook gave the kitchen boy such a slap
that he screamed, and the maid finished plucking the hen.
And then the wedding of the prince and Briar Rose
was celebrated with all its majesty, and they lived happily ever after.
- 1. Briar Rose is also known as Sleeping Beauty, but I have chosen to use the more traditional name as it is closer to the original German name, Dornröschen (literally: Little Briar Rose).