Ati auzit de Castelul Blestemat? Demult, tare demult traia in acel castel o vrajitoare tare rea si puternica. In timpul zilei, se prefacea in bufnita sau pisica si ademenea pasarile si animalele pe care le taia si le manca coapte.
Cat despre oameni.
Pe barbati ii transforma in statui de piatra, iar fetele erau prefacute in pasari si inchise in colivii, intr-o camera ascunsa din castel.
Vrajitoarea a prins de-a lungul timpului multe fete...
Se spune ca erau sapte mii, toate transformate in pasari minunate!
Tot pe atunci traiau eroii povestii noastre, doi tineri frumosi, care se iubeau foarte mult.
Pe el il chema Joringel si pe fata Jorinde,iar fata era de o frumusete rara.
Cei doi se potriveau unul cu celalalt si voiau sa se logodeasca.
intr-o seara,cei doi au iesit sa se plimbe in tihna, prin padure, cum fac indragostitii.
Soarele apunea si o porumbita canta cu jale pe ramura unui copac.
S-au asezat langa acel copac,in bataia razelor obosite ale soarelui si inimile au inceput sa le bata cu putere, de parca ar fi fost in pericol de moarte.
Ajunsesera prea aprope de castel...!
-Bu,hu hu,a strigat o bufnita cu ochii ca jaraticul si a zburat de cateva ori deasupra lor.
Putin mai tarziu, Joringel si-a vazut iubita transformandu-se intr-o privighetoare ce canta infiorator de frumos.
Tanarul prefacut in statuie nu putea sa se lupte ca sa-si apere iubita si viata! Nici macar sa planga de jale si de dorul ei.
si cum luna isi facuse aparitia pe cer,din tufisul in care era ascunsa bufnita, a iesit un baboi cu ochii rosii si nasul coroiat, lung pana la barbie.
Mormaind o incantatie a prins privighetoarea, si-a intors fata catre luna si i-a spus ingerului Zachiel:
-Sa-l dezlegi de vraja, atunci cand luna va fi in mijlocul cerului!
Dupa ce si-a revenit,tanarul s-a rugat disperat de vrajitoare, dar in zadar.
-N-o vei mai vedea niciodata,i-a spus ea cu vocea ei pitigaiata.
A plecat tanarul cu inima franta de durere si s-a facut cioban .
De multe ori, venea inapoi,spre castelul blestemat, dar ii era teama sa nu-si piarda viata.
intr-o noapte binecuvantata, a visat cum gasise o floare rosie ca sangele curat,in mijlocul careia se afla o nestemata mare si frumoasa.
A rupt floarea si a fugit cu ea la castel.
Cum atingea ceva cu floarea pierea orice vraja. A visat-o si pe Jorinde..
Dimineata, cu bucurie si speranta, a pornit sa caute pe dealuri, pe campii, floarea miraculoasa si nepretuita.
Mult i-a trebuit, dar nu s-a lasat!
Dupa vreo zece zile de cautare, a gasit floarea cea rosie.in mijlocul ei era o boaba de roua, mare cat nestemata din vis.
A luat floarea, a mers fara oprire si a ajuns la castel. S-a apropiat cu teama, dar a vazut ca nu mai impietreste.
Poarta castelului s-a deschis la atingerea florii.
A ascultat cu atentie zgomotele din jurul lui si in cele din urma a gasit camera uriasa unde erau pasarile.
Vrajitoarea tocmai le hranea.
Simtind prezenta lui Joringel, baba a luat colivia in care se gasea iubita lui vrajita si a incercat sa dispara pe furis.
Dar puterea dragostei si a florii rosii au fost mai puternice.
intr-o clipita, tanarul a fost langa ea, a atins colivia cu floarea si apoi a atins-o si pe baba.
Jorinde si-a reluat infatisarea de fata frumoasa ,asa cum era,iar baba si-a pierdut puterile malefice.
Tinerii le-au ajutat si pe celelalte fete vrajite sa-si recapete infatisarea si libertatea, apoi s-au intors acasa la ei si au trait o viata frumoasa si fericita.
There was once an old castle in the midst of a large and thick forest, and in it an old woman who was a witch dwelt all alone. In the day-time she changed herself into a cat or a screech-owl, but in the evening she took her proper shape again as a human being. She could lure wild beasts and birds to her, and then she killed and boiled and roasted them. If any one came within one hundred paces of the castle he was obliged to stand still, and could not stir from the place until she bade him be free. But whenever an innocent maiden came within this circle, she changed her into a bird, and shut her up in a wicker-work cage, and carried the cage into a room in the castle. She had about seven thousand cages of rare birds in the castle.
Now, there was once a maiden who was called Jorinda, who was fairer than all other girls. She and a handsome youth named Joringel had promised to marry each other. They were still in the days of betrothal, and their greatest happiness was being together. One day in order that they might be able to talk together in quiet they went for a walk in the forest. "Take care," said Joringel, "that you do not go too near the castle."
It was a beautiful evening; the sun shone brightly between the trunks of the trees into the dark green of the forest, and the turtle-doves sang mournfully upon the young boughs of the birch-trees.
Jorinda wept now and then: she sat down in the sunshine and was sorrowful. Joringel was sorrowful too; they were as sad as if they were about to die. Then they looked around them, and were quite at a loss, for they did not know by which way they should go home. The sun was still half above the mountain and half set.
Joringel looked through the bushes, and saw the old walls of the castle close at hand. He was horror-stricken and filled with deadly fear. Jorinda was singing,
"My little bird, with the necklace red,
Sings sorrow, sorrow, sorrow,
He sings that the dove must soon be dead,
Sings sorrow, sor -- jug, jug, jug."
Joringel looked for Jorinda. She was changed into a nightingale, and sang, "jug, jug, jug." A screech-owl with glowing eyes flew three times round about her, and three times cried, "to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo!"
Joringel could not move: he stood there like a stone, and could neither weep nor speak, nor move hand or foot.
The sun had now set. The owl flew into the thicket, and directly afterwards there came out of it a crooked old woman, yellow and lean, with large red eyes and a hooked nose, the point of which reached to her chin. She muttered to herself, caught the nightingale, and took it away in her hand.
Joringel could neither speak nor move from the spot; the nightingale was gone. At last the woman came back, and said in a hollow voice, "Greet thee, Zachiel. If the moon shines on the cage, Zachiel, let him loose at once." Then Joringel was freed. He fell on his knees before the woman and begged that she would give him back his Jorinda, but she said that he should never have her again, and went away. He called, he wept, he lamented, but all in vain,"Ah, what is to become of me?"
Joringel went away, and at last came to a strange village; there he kept sheep for a long time. He often walked round and round the castle, but not too near to it. At last he dreamt one night that he found a blood-red flower, in the middle of which was a beautiful large pearl; that he picked the flower and went with it to the castle, and that everything he touched with the flower was freed from enchantment; he also dreamt that by means of it he recovered his Jorinda.
In the morning, when he awoke, he began to seek over hill and dale if he could find such a flower. He sought until the ninth day, and then, early in the morning, he found the blood-red flower. In the middle of it there was a large dew-drop, as big as the finest pearl.
Day and night he journeyed with this flower to the castle. When he was within a hundred paces of it he was not held fast, but walked on to the door. Joringel was full of joy; he touched the door with the flower, and it sprang open. He walked in through the courtyard, and listened for the sound of the birds. At last he heard it. He went on and found the room from whence it came, and there the witch was feeding the birds in the seven thousand cages.
When she saw Joringel she was angry, very angry, and scolded and spat poison and gall at him, but she could not come within two paces of him. He did not take any notice of her, but went and looked at the cages with the birds; but there were many hundred nightingales, how was he to find his Jorinda again?
Just then he saw the old woman quietly take away a cage with a bird in it, and go towards the door.
Swiftly he sprang towards her, touched the cage with the flower, and also the old woman. She could now no longer bewitch any one; and Jorinda was standing there, clasping him round the neck, and she was as beautiful as ever!