Fairy Tale:
Thumbelina
There was once a woman who wished to have a little child, but she
could not get her wish. At last she went to a witch, and said, "I like
to have a child; can you tell me where I can find one?" "Oh, that can be
easily managed," said the witch. "Here is a barleycorn of a different
kind, put it into a flower-pot, and see what will happen."
"Thank you," said the woman.Then she went home and planted it, and
immediately there grew a large beautiful flower, something like a tulip,
but with its leaves tightly closed as if it were still a bud. "It is a
beautiful flower," said the woman, and she kissed the red and golden
coloured leaves, and while she did so the flower opened, and she saw
that it was a tulip. Within the flower, upon the green velvet stamens,
sat a very delicate and graceful little maiden. She was scarcely half as
long as a thumb, and they gave her the name of "Thumbelina," or Tiny,
because she was so small. A walnut shell, elegantly polished, served her
for a cradle; her bed was formed of blue violet-leaves, with a roseleaf
for a counterpane.
Here she slept at night, but during the day she amused herself on a
table, where the woman had placed a plateful of water. In the swampy
margin of a broad stream in the garden lived the toad, with her son. He
was uglier than his mother, and when he saw the pretty little maiden in
her elegant bed, he could only cry, "Croak, croak, croak."
"Don't speak so loud, or she will wake," said the toad, "and then she
might run away. We will place her on one of the water-lily leaves out in
the stream; it will be like an island to her, she is so light and small,
and then she cannot escape; and, while she is away, we will make haste
and prepare the state-room under the marsh, in which you are to live
when you are married."
Far out in the stream grew a number of water lilies, with broad green
leaves, which seemed to float on the water.
The largest of these leaves appeared farther off than the rest, and
the old toad swam out to it with the walnut-shell, in which little Tiny
lay still asleep. "Croak, croak, croak," was all her son could say so
the toad took up the elegant little bed, and swam away with it, leaving
Tiny all alone on the green leaf, where she sat and wept. She could not
bear to think of living with the old toad, and having her ugly son for a
husband.
"We shall have a visitor soon," said the field-mouse one day; "my
neighbor pays me a visit once a week. He is better off than I am; he has
large rooms, and wears a beautiful black velvet coat. If you could only
have him for a husband, you would be well provided for indeed. But he is
blind, so you must tell him some of your prettiest stories.
But Tiny was not interested about this neighbor, for he was a mole.
However, he came and paid his visit dressed in his black velvet coat.
"Farewell, then, farewell, you good, pretty little maiden," said the
swallow; and he flew out into the sunshine. Tiny watched him, and the
tears rose in her eyes. She was very fond of the poor swallow.
"You are going to be married, Tiny," said the field mouse. "My
neighbor has asked for you. What good fortune for a poor child like you.
Tiny had to turn the spindle, and the field mouse hired four spiders,
who were to weave day and night. Every evening the mole visited her, and
was continually speaking of the time when the summer would be over. Then
he would keep his wedding-day with Tiny; but now the heat of the sun was
so great that it burned the earth, and made it quite hard, like a stone.
As soon, as the summer was over, the wedding should take place. But Tiny
was not at all pleased; for she did not like the tiresome mole. When
autumn arrived, Tiny had her outfit quite ready; and the field mouse
said to her, "In four weeks the wedding must take place."
Then Tiny wept, and said she would not marry the disagreeable mole.
So the wedding-day was fixed, on which the mole was to fetch Tiny
away to live with him, deep under the earth, and never again to see the
warm sun, because he did not like it. The poor child was very unhappy at
the thought of saying farewell to the beautiful sun, and as the field
mouse had given her permission to stand at the door, she went to look at
it once more.
"Farewell, farewell," she repeated, twining her arm round a little
red flower that grew just by her side. "Greet the little swallow from
me, if you should see him again." "Tweet, tweet," sounded over her head
suddenly. She looked up, and there was the swallow himself flying close
by. As soon as he spied Tiny, he was delighted; and then she told him
how unwilling she felt to marry the ugly mole, and to live always
beneath the earth, and never to see the bright sun any more. And as she
told him she wept.
"Cold winter is coming," said the swallow, "and I am going to fly
away into warmer countries. Will you go with me?
"Yes, I will go with
you," said Tiny; and she seated herself on the bird's back, with her
feet on his outstretched wings, and tied her girdle to one of his
strongest feathers.
"This is my house," said the swallow; "but it would not do for you to
live there- you would not be comfortable. You must choose for yourself
one of those lovely flowers, and I will put you down upon it, and then
you shall have everything that you can wish to make you happy."
"That will be delightful," she said, and clapped her little hands for
joy. He was the angel of the flower; for a tiny man and a tiny woman
dwell in every flower; and this was the king of them all.
"Oh, how beautiful he is!" whispered Tiny to the swallow.
The little prince was at first quite frightened of the bird, who was
like a giant, compared to such a delicate little creature as himself;
but when he saw Tiny, he was delighted, and thought her the prettiest
little maiden he had ever seen. He took the golden crown from his head,
and placed it on hers, and asked her name, and if she would be his wife,
and queen over.
"Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart as he left
the warm countries to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over
the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The
swallow sang, "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.
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