Fables and fairy tales
The nine-year-old Becky lived happily with her family in a cosy small cottage near a green wood in the English country. Her mother, Alison, took care of the house and the orchard and her father, Bob, was a woodsman. Their life was peaceful and serene.
Becky was a tall, slim and aerial girl with blue dreaming eyes and golden hair. She was very kindhearted and loved her parents so much, she would do anything for them.
She was a very special girl, she had a gift: she could understand plants and they talked to her.
She liked to go into the wood, sit down under a tree and talk with branches, flowers and leaves.
She used to have long conversations with them and spend there whole mornings and afternoons. Trees were her dear friends and wise teachers. Thanks to them she had learnt the four seasons and how they affected all the world around, the beauty of the country in Spring, the full splendor of colours in Summer, their marvellous changing in Autumn and the whiteness of Winter when nature sleeps waiting for Spring.
There was once a Rajah who was both young and handsome, and yet he had never married. One time this Rajah, whose name was Chundun, found himself obliged to make a long journey. He took with him attendants and horsemen, and also his Wuzeer. This Wuzeer was a very wise man,--so wise that nothing was hid from him.
In a certain far-off part of the kingdom the Rajah saw a fine garden, and so beautiful was it that he stopped to admire it. He was surprised to see growing in the midst of it a small bingal tree that bore a number of fine bingals, but not a single leaf.
"This is a very curious thing, and I do not understand it," said Chundun Rajah to his Wuzeer. "Why does this tree bear such fine and perfect fruit, and yet it has not a single leaf?"
"I could tell you the meaning," said the Wuzeer, "but I fear that if I did you would not believe me and would have me punished for telling a lie."
"That could never be," answered the Rajah; "I know you to be a very truthful man and wise above all others. Whatever you tell me I shall believe."
There was once a King who had three sons, and he loved them all equally, one no more than the other.
When he had grown old and felt his strength leaving him, he called the three Princes before him.
"My sons," said he, "I am no longer young, and soon the time will come when I must leave you. I have it in mind to give the kingdom to one or the other of you now and not to leave it for you to quarrel over after I have gone. You have reached a time of life when you should marry. Go forth into the world and seek, each one of you, a bride for himself. He who brings home the most beautiful Princess shall have the kingdom."
The three Princes were well content with what their father said. At once the two elder ones made ready to set out; but the youngest one said he would wait a bit. "It is not right," said he, "that our father should be left alone in his old age. I will wait until my brothers return, and then I too will start out to try my fortune in the world."
This is not just another re-rendering of the so very popular Fairy Tale with the same name (‘Cinderella’) by Grimm Brothers. It is a thoroughly mistaken notion to put away this work as uninteresting and lackluster with just a look at the title. The wise reader must read himself and then decide.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far way, there lived a beautiful girl named Ella with her very wicked step-mother and her two equally detestable step-sisters. Her step-mother was as cruel by nature as she was ugly by appearance. She made Ella work really hard with not a single kind word for all her hard work.
While her undeserving daughters enjoyed the pleasures and luxuries of life, Ella toiled hard, day in and out. The lazy step-sisters made Ella do all their work while they indulged in idle gossip. Ella was as sweet-tempered and kind-hearted as her late mother who had been the embodiment of goodness and kindness during her lifetime. Then when Ella’s Father had remarried after her death, things had taken a harsh turn for poor Ella.