Gregory Maguire - Mirror Mirror

For
Jane Langton,
Jill Paton Walsh,
and
John Rowe Townsend

Se non vero ben trovato.

Even if its not true, its a good invention.

Contents

(read the original version of the classic fairy tale)

A stroll in the country

Interviews

L ittle S now W hite

by the Brothers Grimm

The original version of the classic Grimms Fairy Tale
Translated by L.L. Weedon

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Little Snow White: The original version
of the classic Grimms Fairy Tale,
translated by L.L. Weedon.

L ONG, LONG AGO, in the winter-time, when the snowflakes were falling like little white feathers from the sky, a beautiful Queen sat beside her window, which was framed in black ebony, and stitched. As she worked, she looked sometimes at the falling snow, and so it happened that she pricked her finger with her needle, so that three drops of blood fell upon the snow. How pretty the red blood looked upon the dazzling white! The Queen said to herself as she saw it, Ah me! If only I had a dear little child as white as the snow, as rosy as the blood, and with hair as black as the ebony window-frame.

Soon afterwards a little daughter came to her, who was white as snow, rosy as the blood, and whose hair was as black as ebony so she was called Little Snow-White.

But alas! When the little one came, the good Queen died.

A year passed away, and the King took another wife. She was very beautiful, but so proud and haughty that she could not bear to be surpassed in beauty by anyone. She possessed a wonderful mirror which could answer her when she stood before it and said

Mirror, mirror upon the wall, Who is the fairest of all?

The mirror answered

Thou, O Queen, art the fairest of all,

and the Queen was contented, because she knew the mirror could speak nothing but the truth.

But as time passed on, Little Snow-White grew more and more beautiful, until when she was seven years old, she was as lovely as the bright day, and still more lovely than the Queen herself, so that when the lady one day asked her mirror

Mirror, mirror upon the wall, Who is the fairest fair of all?

it answered

O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, Snow-White is fairer far to see.

The Queen was horrified, and from that moment envy and pride grew in her heart like rank weeds, until one day she called a huntsman and said Take the child away into the woods and kill her, for I can no longer bear the sight of her. And when you return bring with you her heart, that I may know you have obeyed my will.

The huntsman dared not disobey, so he led Snow-White out into the woods and placed an arrow in his bow to pierce her innocent heart, but the little maid begged him to spare her life, and the childs beauty touched his heart with pity, so that he bade her run away.

Then as a young wild boar came rushing by, he killed it, took out its heart, and carried it home to the Queen.

Poor little Snow-White was now all alone in the wild wood, and so frightened was she that she trembled at every leaf that rustled. So she began to run, and ran on and on until she came to a little house, where she went in to rest.

In the little house everything she saw was tiny, but more dainty and clean than words can tell.

Upon a white-covered table stood seven little plates and upon each plate lay a little spoon, besides which there were seven knives and forks and seven little goblets. Against the wall, and side by side, stood seven little beds covered with snow-white sheets.

Snow-White was so hungry and thirsty that she took a little food from each of the seven plates, and drank a few drops of wine from each goblet, for she did not wish to take everything away from one. Then, because she was so tired, she crept into one bed after the other, seeking for rest, but one was too long, another too short, and so on, until she came to the seventh, which suited her exactly; so she said her prayers and soon fell fast asleep.

When night fell the masters of the little house came home. They were seven dwarfs, who worked with a pick-axe and spade, searching for cooper and gold in the heart of the mountains.

They lit their seven candles and then saw that someone had been to visit them. The first said, Who has been sitting on my chair?

The second said, Who has been eating from my plate?

The third, Who has taken a piece of my bread?

The fourth, Who has taken some of my vegetables?

The fifth, Who has been using my fork?

The sixth, Who has been cutting with my knife?

The seventh, Who has been drinking out of my goblet?

The first looked round and saw that his bed was rumpled, so he said, Who has been getting into my bed?

Then the others looked round and each one cried, Someone has been on my bed too?

But the seventh saw little Snow-White lying asleep in his bed, and called the others to come and look at her; and they cried aloud with surprise, and fetched their seven little candles, so that they might see her the better, and they were so pleased with her beauty that they let her sleep on all night.

When the sun rose Snow-White awoke, and, oh! How frightened she was when she saw the seven little dwarfs. But they were very friendly, and asked what her name was. My name is Snow-White, she answered.

And how did you come to get into our house? questioned the dwarfs.

Then she told them how her cruel step-mother had intended her to be killed, but how the huntsman had spared her life and she had run on until she reached the little house. And the dwarfs said, If you will take care of our house, cook for us, and make the beds, wash, mend, and knit, and keep everything neat and clean, then you may stay with us altogether and you shall want for nothing.

With all my heart, answered Snow-White; and so she stayed.

She kept the house neat and clean for the dwarfs, who went off early in the morning to search for copper and gold in the mountains, and who expected their meal to be standing ready for them when they returned at night.

All day long Snow-White was alone, and the good little dwarfs warned her to be careful to let no one into the house. For, said they, your step-mother will soon discover that you are living here.

The Queen, believing, of course, that Snow-White was dead, and that therefore she was again the most beautiful lady in the land, went to her mirror, and said

Mirror, mirror upon the wall, Who is the fairest fair of all?