Snow-White and Rose-Red


Branca-de-Neve e Rosa-Vermelha

There was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red roses. She had two children who were like the two rose-trees, and one was called Snow-white, and the other Rose-red. They were as good and happy, as busy and cheerful as ever two children in the world were, only Snow-white was more quiet and gentle than Rose- red. Rose-red liked better to run about in the meadows and fields seeking flowers and catching butterflies; but Snow-white sat at home with her mother, and helped her with her house-work, or read to her when there was nothing to do.
The two children were so fond of each another that they always held each other by the hand when they went out together, and when Snow-white said, "We will not leave each other," Rose-red answered, "Never so long as we live," and their mother would add, "What one has she must share with the other."

They often ran about the forest alone and gathered red berries, and no beasts did them any harm, but came close to them trustfully. The little hare would eat a cabbage-leaf out of their hands, the roe grazed by their side, the stag leapt merrily by them, and the birds sat still upon the boughs, and sang whatever they knew.

No mishap overtook them; if they had stayed too late in the forest, and night came on, they laid themselves down near one another upon the moss, and slept until morning came, and their mother knew this and had no distress on their account.

Once when they had spent the night in the wood and the dawn had roused them, they saw a beautiful child in a shining white dress sitting near their bed. He got up and looked quite kindly at them, but said nothing and went away into the forest. And when they looked round they found that they had been sleeping quite close to a precipice, and would certainly have fallen into it in the darkness if they had gone only a few paces further. And their mother told them that it must have been the angel who watches over good children.

Snow-white and Rose-red kept their mother's little cottage so neat that it was a pleasure to look inside it. In the summer Rose-red took care of the house, and every morning laid a wreath of flowers by her mother's bed before she awoke, in which was a rose from each tree. In the winter Snow-white lit the fire and hung the kettle on the wrekin. The kettle was of copper and shone like gold, so brightly was it polished. In the evening, when the snowflakes fell, the mother said, "Go, Snow-white, and bolt the door," and then they sat round the hearth, and the mother took her spectacles and read aloud out of a large book, and the two girls listened as they sat and span. And close by them lay a lamb upon the floor, and behind them upon a perch sat a white dove with its head hidden beneath its wings.

One evening, as they were thus sitting comfortably together, some one knocked at the door as if he wished to be let in. The mother said, "Quick, Rose-red, open the door, it must be a traveller who is seeking shelter." Rose-red went and pushed back the bolt, thinking that it was a poor man, but it was not; it was a bear that stretched his broad, black head within the door.

Rose-red screamed and sprang back, the lamb bleated, the dove fluttered, and Snow-white hid herself behind her mother's bed. But the bear began to speak and said, "Do not be afraid, I will do you no harm! I am half-frozen, and only want to warm myself a little beside you."

"Poor bear," said the mother, "lie down by the fire, only take care that you do not burn your coat." Then she cried, "Snow-white, Rose-red, come out, the bear will do you no harm, he means well." So they both came out, and by-and-by the lamb and dove came nearer, and were not afraid of him. The bear said, "Here, children, knock the snow out of my coat a little;" so they brought the broom and swept the bear's hide clean; and he stretched himself by the fire and growled contentedly and comfortably. It was not long before they grew quite at home, and played tricks with their clumsy guest. They tugged his hair with their hands, put their feet upon his back and rolled him about, or they took a hazel-switch and beat him, and when he growled they laughed. But the bear took it all in good part, only when they were too rough he called out, "Leave me alive, children,

"Snowy-white, Rosy-red,
Will you beat your lover dead?"
When it was bed-time, and the others went to bed, the mother said to the bear, "You can lie there by the hearth, and then you will be safe from the cold and the bad weather." As soon as day dawned the two children let him out, and he trotted across the snow into the forest.
Henceforth the bear came every evening at the same time, laid himself down by the hearth, and let the children amuse themselves with him as much as they liked; and they got so used to him that the doors were never fastened until their black friend had arrived.

When spring had come and all outside was green, the bear said one morning to Snow-white, "Now I must go away, and cannot come back for the whole summer." - "Where are you going, then, dear bear?" asked Snow-white. "I must go into the forest and guard my treasures from the wicked dwarfs. In the winter, when the earth is frozen hard, they are obliged to stay below and cannot work their way through; but now, when the sun has thawed and warmed the earth, they break through it, and come out to pry and steal; and what once gets into their hands, and in their caves, does not easily see daylight again."

Snow-white was quite sorry for his going away, and as she unbolted the door for him, and the bear was hurrying out, he caught against the bolt and a piece of his hairy coat was torn off, and it seemed to Snow-white as if she had seen gold shining through it, but she was not sure about it. The bear ran away quickly, and was soon out of sight behind the trees.

A short time afterwards the mother sent her children into the forest to get fire-wood. There they found a big tree which lay felled on the ground, and close by the trunk something was jumping backwards and forwards in the grass, but they could not make out what it was. When they came nearer they saw a dwarf with an old withered face and a snow-white beard a yard long. The end of the beard was caught in a crevice of the tree, and the little fellow was jumping backwards and forwards like a dog tied to a rope, and did not know what to do.

He glared at the girls with his fiery red eyes and cried, "Why do you stand there? Can you not come here and help me?" - "What are you about there, little man?" asked Rose-red. "You stupid, prying goose!" answered the dwarf; "I was going to split the tree to get a little wood for cooking. The little bit of food that one of us wants gets burnt up directly with thick logs; we do not swallow so much as you coarse, greedy folk. I had just driven the wedge safely in, and everything was going as I wished; but the wretched wood was too smooth and suddenly sprang asunder, and the tree closed so quickly that I could not pull out my beautiful white beard; so now it is tight in and I cannot get away, and the silly, sleek, milk-faced things laugh! Ugh! how odious you are!"

The children tried very hard, but they could not pull the beard out, it was caught too fast. "I will run and fetch some one," said Rose-red. "You senseless goose!" snarled the dwarf; why should you fetch some one? You are already two too many for me; can you not think of something better?" - "Don't be impatient," said Snow-white, "I will help you," and she pulled her scissors out of her pocket, and cut off the end of the beard.

As soon as the dwarf felt himself free he laid hold of a bag which lay amongst the roots of the tree, and which was full of gold, and lifted it up, grumbling to himself, "Uncouth people, to cut off a piece of my fine beard. Bad luck to you!" and then he swung the bag upon his back, and went off without even once looking at the children.

Some time after that Snow-white and Rose-red went to catch a dish of fish. As they came near the brook they saw something like a large grasshopper jumping towards the water, as if it were going to leap in. They ran to it and found it was the dwarf. "Where are you going?" said Rose-red; "you surely don't want to go into the water?" - "I am not such a fool!" cried the dwarf; don't you see that the accursed fish wants to pull me in?" The little man had been sitting there fishing, and unluckily the wind had twisted his beard with the fishing-line; just then a big fish bit, and the feeble creature had not strength to pull it out; the fish kept the upper hand and pulled the dwarf towards him. He held on to all the reeds and rushes, but it was of little good, he was forced to follow the movements of the fish, and was in urgent danger of being dragged into the water.

The girls came just in time; they held him fast and tried to free his beard from the line, but all in vain, beard and line were entangled fast together. Nothing was left but to bring out the scissors and cut the beard, whereby a small part of it was lost. When the dwarf saw that he screamed out, "Is that civil, you toad-stool, to disfigure one's face? Was it not enough to clip off the end of my beard? Now you have cut off the best part of it. I cannot let myself be seen by my people. I wish you had been made to run the soles off your shoes!" Then he took out a sack of pearls which lay in the rushes, and without saying a word more he dragged it away and disappeared behind a stone.

It happened that soon afterwards the mother sent the two children to the town to buy needles and thread, and laces and ribbons. The road led them across a heath upon which huge pieces of rock lay strewn here and there. Now they noticed a large bird hovering in the air, flying slowly round and round above them; it sank lower and lower, and at last settled near a rock not far off. Directly afterwards they heard a loud, piteous cry. They ran up and saw with horror that the eagle had seized their old acquaintance the dwarf, and was going to carry him off.

The children, full of pity, at once took tight hold of the little man, and pulled against the eagle so long that at last he let his booty go. As soon as the dwarf had recovered from his first fright he cried with his shrill voice, "Could you not have done it more carefully! You dragged at my brown coat so that it is all torn and full of holes, you helpless clumsy creatures!" Then he took up a sack full of precious stones, and slipped away again under the rock into his hole. The girls, who by this time were used to his thanklessness, went on their way and did their business in the town.

As they crossed the heath again on their way home they surprised the dwarf, who had emptied out his bag of precious stones in a clean spot, and had not thought that anyone would come there so late. The evening sun shone upon the brilliant stones; they glittered and sparkled with all colors so beautifully that the children stood still and looked at them. "Why do you stand gaping there?" cried the dwarf, and his ashen-gray face became copper-red with rage. He was going on with his bad words when a loud growling was heard, and a black bear came trotting towards them out of the forest. The dwarf sprang up in a fright, but he could not get to his cave, for the bear was already close. Then in the dread of his heart he cried, "Dear Mr. Bear, spare me, I will give you all my treasures; look, the beautiful jewels lying there! Grant me my life; what do you want with such a slender little fellow as I? you would not feel me between your teeth. Come, take these two wicked girls, they are tender morsels for you, fat as young quails; for mercy's sake eat them!" The bear took no heed of his words, but gave the wicked creature a single blow with his paw, and he did not move again.

The girls had run away, but the bear called to them, "Snow-white and Rose-red, do not be afraid; wait, I will come with you." Then they knew his voice and waited, and when he came up to them suddenly his bearskin fell off, and he stood there, a handsome man, clothed all in gold. "I am a King's son," he said, "and I was bewitched by that wicked dwarf, who had stolen my treasures; I have had to run about the forest as a savage bear until I was freed by his death. Now he has got his well-deserved punishment."

Snow-white was married to him, and Rose-red to his brother, and they divided between them the great treasure which the dwarf had gathered together in his cave. The old mother lived peacefully and happily with her children for many years. She took the two rose-trees with her, and they stood before her window, and every year bore the most beautiful roses, white and red.
Uma pobre viúva vivia isolada numa pequena cabana. Em seu jardim havia duas roseiras: em uma florescia rosas brancas, e, na outra, rosas vermelhas. A mulher tinha duas filhas que se pareciam com as roseiras: uma chamava-se Branca de Neve; a outra Rosa Vermelha. As crianças eram obedientes e trabalhadeiras. Branca de Neve era mais séria e mais meiga que a irmã. Rosa Vermelha gostava de correr pelos campos; Branca de Neve preferia ficar em casa ajudando a mãe. As duas crianças amavam-se muito e quando saíam juntas, andavam de mãos dadas...

Elas passeavam sozinhas na floresta, colhendo amoras. Os animais não lhes faziam mal nenhum e se aproximavam delas sem temor. Nunca lhes acontecia mal algum. Se a noite as surpreendia na floresta elas se deitavam na relva e dormiam.

Uma vez, passaram a noite na floresta e, quando a aurora as despertou, viram uma linda criança, toda vestida de branco sentada ao seu lado. A criança levantou-se, olhou com carinho para elas e desapareceu na floresta. Então viram que tinham estado deitadas à beira de um precipício e teriam caído nele se houvessem avançado mais dois passos na escuridão. Contaram o fato à mãe que lhes disse ser provavelmente o anjo da guarda que vigia as crianças.

As meninas mantinham a choupana da mãe bem limpa. Durante o verão, era Rosa Vermelha que tratava dos arranjos da casa e no inverno, era Branca de Neve. Á noite, quando a neve caía branquinha e macia, Branca de Neve fechava os ferrolhos da porta.

À noite sentavam perto da lareira e enquanto a mãe lia em voz alta num grande livro as mãozinhas das meninas fiavam; aos pés delas, deitava-se um cordeirinho, e atrás, em cima do poleiro, uma pomba muito branca dormia com a cabeça entre as asas.

Uma noite, quando estavam assim tranqüilamente, ouviram bater à porta e a mãe mandou Rosa Vermelha abrir a porta pois devia ser alguém procurando abrigo.

Ao abrir a porta Rosa Vermelha ... um enorme urso que meteu a grande cabeça ... através da abertura da porta. Ela soltou um grito e correu para o quarto; o cordeirinho pôs-se a balir, a pomba a voar, e Branca de Neve se escondeu atrás da cama da mãe.

-Não tenham medo, - falou o urso - Estou gelado me deixem aquecer perto da lareira.

-Pobre animal, disse a mãe, - chega perto do fogo, mas cuidado para não se queimar.

Então a mãe chamou as meninas. Elas voltaram e, pouco a pouco, aproximaram-se o cordeirinho e a pomba, sem medo.

-Meninas, disse o urso –por favor tirem a neve que tenho nas costas!

As meninas pegaram a vassoura e limparam o seu pelo; em seguida, o urso estendeu-se diante do fogo, grunhindo satisfeito. Não demorou muito, ela puseram-se a brincar com ele. Puxavam o pelo com as mãos, trepavam nas suas costas ou batiam nele com uma varinha de nogueira. Ele só reclamou quando elas se excederam.

- Rosa Vermelha e Branca de Neve, ele disse – tratem o pretendente como se deve!

Quando chegou a hora de dormir e as meninas foram deitar-se, a mãe disse ao urso:

-Fique perto do fogo e você estará ao abrigo do frio e do mau tempo.

Logo que amanheceu, as meninas abriram a porta ao urso e ele se foi para a floresta, trotando sobre a neve. A partir desse dia, ele voltou todas as noites, à mesma hora. Estendia-se diante do fogo e elas brincavam com ele.

Chega a primavera e tudo se cobre de verde, então o urso disse a Branca de Neve que tinha que ir embora e não voltaria durante o verão, pois tinha que proteger seus tesouros dos maus anões. No inverno eles permaneciam nas tocas; mas quando o sol derrete a neve eles saem e roubam tudo o que podem; escondendo em suas cavernas.

Ela ficou muito triste e quando abriu a porta para o urso passar, ele esfolou a pele na lingüeta da fechadura, e Branca de Neve viu o brilho de ouro, mas não teve certeza.

Algum tempo depois, a mãe mandou as meninas apanharem gravetos na floresta. Lá chegando, viram uma árvore caída ao solo, e no tronco, entre a relva, qualquer coisa se agitava, pulando de um lado para o outro. Ao se aproximaram, viram um anão de rosto acinzentado, envelhecido e enrugado, com uma barba branca muito comprida. A ponta da barba estava presa numa fenda da árvore. Ao vê-lo Rosa Vermelha perguntou como sua barba ficara presa na árbore.

-Sua estúpida!- respondeu o anão; - eu quis partir esta árvore para ter lenha miúda na cozinha, porque, com pedaços grandes, o pouco que pomos nas panelas queima logo; nós não precisamos de tanta comida como vocês, gente estúpida e glutona! Tinha introduzido a minha cunha no tronco, mas a maldita madeira é muito lisa, a cunha saltou e a árvore fechou-se tão depressa prendendo minha linda barba. Riem suas bobonas!

As meninas fizeram muitas força para livrar o homenzinho, mas não conseguiram desprender a barba, então Rosa Vermelha disse que precisariam de ajuda.

-Suas burras, - estrilou o anão, - Chamar mais gente? Não podem ter uma idéia melhor?

-Não fique nervoso, - disse Branca de Neve. - Vou resolver isto.

Tirou do bolso uma tesourinha e cortou a ponta da barba. Ao se ver livre, o anão agarrou um saco cheio de ouro oculto nas raízes da árvore e, pôs às costas, sem agradecer, saiu resmungando:

-Suas brutas! Cortaram-me a ponta de minha barba! O diabo que vos recompense!

Passado algum tempo, Branca de Neve e Rosa Vermelha foram pescar peixes para o jantar. Quando chegaram perto do rio, viram uma espécie de gafanhoto grande saltitando à beira d'água. Correram até lá e reconheceram o anão.

Rosa Vermelha perguntou; - você não quer se jogar na água?

-Não sou tão burro! - gritou o anão. – É esse maldito peixe que me arrasta para a água.

Para pescar o anão lançou a linha, mas o vento enroscou sua barba na linha e, nesse momento, um grande peixe mordeu a isca do anzol e suas forças não eram suficientes para mantê-lo fora da água, mesmo agarrando-se aos ramos.

As meninas seguraram o anão para desembaraçar sua barba, mas foi necessário usar mais uma vez à tesourinha e cortar outro pedaço da barba. Ele gritou, zangado:

-Isso é modo, suas patas chocas, de desfigurar a cara de uma pessoa? Já não bastava cortarem minha barba da outra vez, agora cortaram a parte mais bonita!

Pegando um saco de pérolas, escondido numa touceira ele sumiu atrás de uma pedra.

Pouco tempo depois, a mãe mandou as meninas à cidade comprar linha, agulhas, cordões e fitas. O caminho serpeava por uma planície de rochedos. Lá viram um grande pássaro pairando no ar, que depois de descrever um círculo cada vez menor, foi descendo, até cair sobre um rochedo não muito distante. No mesmo instante ouviram um grito. Correram e viram com horror que a águia segurava nas garras o seu velho conhecido, o anão, e se dispunha a carregá-lo pelos ares. As meninas seguraram o anão com todas as forças, e puxa de cá e puxa de lá, por fim a águia teve de largar a presa. Quando o anão voltou a si do susto, gritou-lhes com voz esganiçada:

-Não podem me tratar com mais cuidado? Estragaram o meu casaco! Suas, palermas!

Depois pegou um saco cheio de pedras preciosas e deslizou para dentro da toca, entre os rochedos.Sem se incomodar com sua ingratidão, elas foram pra cidade.

Ao regressarem pela floresta, elas surpreenderam o anão, que tinha despejado o saco de pedras preciosas num lugar limpinho. Os raios do sol caiam sobre as pedras, fazendo-as brilhar tanto, que as meninas, deslumbradas, pararam para as admirar.

-Que fazem aí de boca aberta? - berrou o anão; seu rosto acinzentado estava vermelho de raiva. Ia continuar xingando, quando se ouviu um grunhido surdo e, um enorme urso negro saiu da floresta.

O anão deu um pulo de medo, mas não teve tempo de alcançar um esconderijo: o urso cortou-lhe o caminho. Então ele implorou:

-Querido urso eu lhe darei todos os meus tesouros! Deixe eu viver! Você nem me sentirá entre seus dentes. Pegue essas duas meninas gordinhas para o seu estômago!

O urso não ouviu suas palavras; deu-lhe uma forte patada que o estendeu no chão.

As meninas fugiram, mas o urso chamou os seus nomes e elas reconheceram a sua voz e pararam. Quando o urso as alcançou, caiu a sua pele e, surgiu um formoso rapaz, todo vestido de trajes dourados.

-Sou filho de poderoso rei, - disse ele - este anão mau me condenou a vagar pela floresta sob a forma um urso depois de ter roubado os meus tesouros e só com sua morte eu poderia me libertar.

Branca de Neve, pouco tempo depois, casou com o príncipe e Rosa Vermelha com seu irmão. Partilharam, entre todos, os tesouros que o anão tinha acumulado na caverna e a velha mãe viveu ainda muitos anos tranqüila e feliz junto de suas queridas filhas e as duas roseiras que foram plantadas diante da janela dos seus aposentos. E todos os anos elas continuaram a dar as mais lindas rosas brancas e vermelhas.

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