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Plot Summary: “Memento” follows the story of Leonard Shelby, a man suffering from short-term
memory loss due to a traumatic incident involving his wife’s murder. The film is presented in a
unique non-linear narrative style, with scenes alternating between black-and-white sequences in
chronological order and color sequences presented in reverse order. This narrative structure
effectively places the audience in Leonard’s shoes, as they experience his confusion and
disorientation.
Key Themes:
1. Memory and Identity: The film explores the fragility of memory and its impact on one’s
sense of self. Leonard’s memory loss leaves him unable to form new memories, leading
to a constant struggle to reconstruct his past and understand his identity.
2. Perception and Reality: “Memento” challenges the reliability of perception and how
memories shape one’s understanding of reality. The characters’ motivations and actions
are often unclear, blurring the lines between truth and deception.
3. Revenge and Obsession: Leonard’s quest for vengeance against his wife’s supposed killer
becomes an all-consuming obsession. The film delves into the consequences of
unrelenting revenge and how it can distort one’s sense of purpose.
4. Moral Ambiguity: Characters in the film often exhibit ambiguous motives and actions,
leading to a sense of moral uncertainty. The boundaries between good and evil are
blurred, raising questions about the nature of justice.
5. Manipulation and Control: The narrative structure of the film reflects the manipulation
and control exerted by both external forces and the characters themselves. Leonard’s
notes, tattoos, and Polaroid photos become his means of exerting control over his own
life.
6. Existential Themes: The film raises existential questions about the nature of reality, time,
and human existence. Leonard’s condition forces him to confront the fleeting nature of
life and the impermanence of memory.
7. Symbolism: Various symbols, such as the tattooed phrases and the Polaroid photos, carry
deeper meanings that contribute to the film’s themes and narrative complexity.
Notable Elements:
1. Leonard’s Tattoos: Leonard’s body is covered in tattoos with important information about
his mission and suspects. These tattoos serve as his memory substitute, aiding him in his
quest for revenge.
2. Polaroid Photos: Leonard uses Polaroid photos to document people and events, creating a
visual record of his experiences since he cannot rely on his memory. These photos help
him piece together his fragmented reality.
3. Leonard’s Car: Leonard’s car, a Jaguar, becomes a recurring motif throughout the film,
symbolizing his relentless pursuit of answers and revenge.
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reactions to a story you’re reading for the first time?
The war’s haunting presence lingers in the description of the Villa San Girolamo – a fortress
now a shell, much like the characters themselves. It’s a vivid backdrop for their stories.
The burned English patient’s connection to peacock bone as a healer adds an enigmatic layer,
raising questions about the role of belief and superstition in the midst of war’s brutality.
Caravaggio’s nocturnal wanderings become a metaphor for the restlessness that permeates the
post-war world. As he moves through the night, the ruined statues serve as a visual testament
to the characters’ internal scars, reflecting the ravages of conflict. The statues, once proud and
whole, now mirror the fragmented lives of those who survived the war, underscoring the
profound impact of trauma on both individuals and their surroundings.
Caravaggio’s nocturnal wanderings convey a sense of restlessness, mirroring the unsettled
post-war world. The ruined statues speak to the ravages of conflict, a visual metaphor for the
characters’ own scars.
The English patient’s fascination with the night sky introduces a poetic dimension to the
narrative, juxtaposing the beauty of the cosmos with the harsh reality of his physical
suffering. In his contemplation of the stars, there’s a poignant exploration of the human
spirit’s capacity for awe and wonder, even amid profound pain. This cosmic connection
serves as a poignant reminder that, despite the earthly devastation, the universe remains a
source of solace and inspiration.
Caravaggio’s dual identity as a wartime thief and his vulnerability in the aftermath point to
the complex aftermath of conflict, where survival often requires compromising one’s
principles.
The burned man’s reminiscences evoke a poignant nostalgia for pre-war moments, acting as a
poignant reminder of the profound impact of conflict on personal histories. As he reflects on
times before the war, the narrative captures a sense of loss and longing, underlining how war
has not only physically scarred but also emotionally altered the characters. The juxtaposition
of past and present adds depth to the narrative, inviting readers to witness the emotional toll
of war on individual lives. Hana’s loyalty, expressed through her decision to stay, prompts
questions about the nature of connection forged in the crucible of war, transcending
traditional bonds.
Caravaggio’s narrative of wartime photography underscores the irony of a stolen moment
capturing him and altering the course of his life, adding a tragic dimension to his character.
Caravaggio’s narrative of wartime photography adds a layer of irony to his character, as a
stolen moment captures him, altering the course of his life. The stolen image becomes a
metaphor for the unpredictable and often tragic turns in wartime. This revelation adds a
tragic dimension to Caravaggio’s character, underscoring how seemingly inconsequential
moments can have far-reaching consequences in the chaotic landscape of conflict.
The English patient’s inability to care for himself and Hana’s nurturing role create a poignant
dynamic, symbolizing the fragility of life and the human capacity for compassion amid
devastation.
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Ang Lee’s “Life of Pi” is a miraculous achievement of storytelling and a landmark of visual
mastery. Inspired by a worldwide best-seller that many readers must have assumed was
unfilmable, it is a triumph over its difficulties. It is also a moving spiritual achievement, a movie
whose title could have been shortened to “life.”reyhound’ – Movie Review
The story involves the 227 days that its teenage hero spends drifting across the Pacific in a
lifeboat with a Bengal tiger. They find themselves in the same boat after an amusing and colorful
prologue, which in itself could have been enlarged into an exciting family film. Then it expands
into a parable of survival, acceptance and adaptation. I imagine even Yann Martel, the novel’s
French-Canadian author, must be delighted to see how the usual kind of Hollywood manhandling
has been sidestepped by Lee’s poetic idealism.
The story begins in a small family zoo in Pondichery, India, where the boy christened Piscine is
raised. Piscine translates from French to English as “swimming pool,” but in an India where
many more speak English than French, his playmates of course nickname him “pee.” Determined
to put an end to this, he adopts the name “Pi,” demonstrating an uncanny ability to write down
that mathematical constant that begins with 3.14 and never ends. If Pi is a limitless number, that
is the perfect name for a boy who seems to accept no limitations.
The zoo goes broke, and Pi’s father puts his family and a few valuable animals on a ship bound
for Canada. In a bruising series of falls, a zebra, an orangutan, a hyena and the lion tumble into
the boat with the boy, and are swept away by high seas. His family is never seen again, and the
last we see of the ship is its lights disappearing into the deep — a haunting shot that reminds me
of the sinking train in Bill Forsyth’s “Housekeeping” (1987).
This is a hazardous situation for the boy (Suraj Sharma), because the film steadfastly refuses to
sentimentalize the tiger (fancifully named “Richard Parker”). A crucial early scene at the zoo
shows that wild animals are indeed wild and indeed animals, and it serves as a caution for
children in the audience, who must not make the mistake of thinking this is a Disney tiger.
The heart of the film focuses on the sea journey, during which the human demonstrates that he
can think with great ingenuity and the tiger shows that it can learn. I won’t spoil for you how
those things happen. The possibilities are surprising.
What astonishes me is how much I love the use of 3-D in “Life of Pi.” I’ve never seen the
medium better employed, not even in “Avatar,” and although I continue to have doubts about it in
general, Lee never uses it for surprises or sensations, but only to deepen the film’s sense of places
and events.
Let me try to describe one point of view. The camera is placed in the sea, looking up at the
lifeboat and beyond it. The surface of the sea is like the enchanted membrane upon which it
floats. There is nothing in particular to define it; it is just … there. This is not a shot of a boat
floating in the ocean. It is a shot of ocean, boat and sky as one glorious place.
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Progression from Beginning to End of the Text or Film)
The house seems to be a symbol of their fortunes.
The throne chair! Shows what David thinks of himself.
What are those pictures? These people have bad taste.
Jackie is smart and hardworking; she earned a degree in computer engineering, but she made her
money through her looks.
Three refrigerators, really?
Miss America party is cringey!
Extreme wealth and poverty (Jonquil, the housekeeper, Jackie’s upbringing, Jackie’s friend,
David’s kids by his first wife)
The stuffed dogs are really gross.
Exercising and telling her daughter to peddle faster to burn calories?
Limo and McDonald’s – what a contrast.
All of Jackie’s kids (seven plus Jonquil) vs. the housekeeper/nanny not having seen her son since
he was seven. Very sad.
The lizard!!!
Kids might have to go to college, as though the only reason to go to college is to get a job. What
is this teaching them?
Jackie’s friend’s life vs. Jackie’s. Very different, yet Jackie is still so nice to her.
Jackie’s attitude about their declining fortunes vs. David’s and Jackie’s emphasis on love and
family vs. David’s focus on business shows what’s important to them.
The Walmart Christmas – she has a housekeeper carry a bike past a bunch of other bikes, she
eats caviar.
Blaming the bankers vs. David refusing to sell his Vegas business/building
The housekeeper takes the tiny house/playhouse. This is so sad and shows how much Jackie and
David really have.
David – “my employees, my children, etc. are better for having known me; I’ve helped people”
vs. feeling bad because he had to lay people off and their lives were affected/worse is interesting.
They don’t seem like they really feel like they’ll lose the house. They talk about it like it will still
be theirs. Observation deck for fireworks Jackie shows at the beginning/fireworks are shown out
of that window at the end. Interesting. What does it mean?
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Blue Beard
Charles Perrault
There was, some time ago, a gentleman who was very rich. He had fine town and country
houses, his dishes and plates were all of gold or silver, his rooms were hung with damask,
his chairs and sofas were covered with the richest silks, and his carriages were all gilt
with gold in a grand style. But it happened that this gentleman had a blue beard, which
made him so very frightful and ugly, that none of the ladies, in the parts where he lived,
would venture to go into his company. Now there was a certain lady of rank, who lived
very near him, and had two daughters, both of them of very great beauty. Blue Beard
asked her to bestow one of them upon him for a wife, and left it to herself to choose
which of the two it should be. But both the young ladies again and again said they would
never marry Blue Beard; yet, to be as civil as they could, each of them said, the only
reason why she would not have him was, because she was loath to hinder her sister from
the match, which would be such a good one for her. Still the truth of the matter was, they
could neither of them bear the thoughts of having a husband with a blue beard; and
besides, they had heard of his having been married to several wives before, and nobody
could tell what had ever become of any of them. As Blue Beard wished very much to
gain their favour, he asked the lady and her daughters, and some ladies who were on a
visit at their house, to go with him to one of his country seats, where they spent a whole
week, during which they passed all their time in nothing but parties for hunting and
fishing, music, dancing, and feasts. No one even thought of going to bed, and the nights
were passed in merry-makings of all kinds. In short, the time rolled on in so much
pleasure, that the youngest of the two sisters began to think that the beard which she had
been so much afraid of, was not so very blue, and that the gentleman who owned it was
vastly civil and pleasing. Soon after their return home, she told her mother that she had
no longer any dislike to accept of Blue Beard for her husband; and in a very short time
they were married.
About a month after the marriage had taken place, Blue Beard told his wife that he should
be forced to leave her for a few weeks, as he had some affairs to attend to in the country.
He desired her to be sure to indulge herself in every kind of pleasure, to invite as many of
her friends as she liked, and to treat them with all sorts of dainties, that her time might
pass pleasantly till he came back again. “Here,” said he, “are the keys of the two large
wardrobes. This is the key of the great box that contains the best plate, which we use for
company, this belongs to my strong box, where I keep my money, and this belongs to the
casket, in which are all my jewels. Here also is a master-key to all the rooms in the house;
but this small key belongs to the closet at the end of the long gallery on the ground floor.
I give you leave,” said he, “to open, or to do what you like with all the rest except this
closet. This, my dear, you must not enter, nor even put the key into the lock, for all the
world. If you do not obey me in this one thing, you must expect the most dreadful
punishments.” She promised to obey his orders in the most faithful manner; and Blue
Beard, after kissing her tenderly, stepped into his coach, and drove away.
When Blue Beard was gone, the friends of his wife did not wait to be asked, so eager
were they to see all the riches and fine things she had gained by marriage; for they had
none of them gone to the wedding, on account of their dislike to the blue beard of the
bridegroom. As soon as ever they came to the house, they ran about from room to room,
from closet to closet, and then from wardrobe to wardrobe, looking into each with
wonder and delight, and said, that every fresh one they came to, was richer and finer than
what they had seen the moment before. At last they came to the drawing-rooms, where
their surprise was made still greater by the costly grandeur of the hangings, the sofas, the
chairs, carpets, tables, sideboards, and looking-glasses; the frames of these last were
silver-gilt, most richly adorned, and in the glasses they saw themselves from head to foot.
In short, nothing could exceed the richness of what they saw; and they all did not fail to
admire and envy the good fortune of their friend. But all this time the bride herself was
far from thinking about the fine speeches they made to her, for she was eager to see what
was in the closet her husband had told her not to open. So great, indeed, was her desire to
do this, that, without once thinking how rude it would be to leave her guests, she slipped
away down a private staircase that led to this forbidden closet, and in such a hurry, that
she was two or three times in danger of falling down stairs and breaking her neck.
When she reached the door of the closet, she stopped for a few moments to think of the
order her husband had given her, and how he had told her that he would not fail to keep
his word and punish her very severely, if she did not obey him. But she was so very
curious to know what was inside, that she made up her mind to venture in spite of
everything. She then, with a trembling hand, put the key into the lock, and the door
straight flew open. As the window shutters were closed, she at first could see nothing; but
in a short time she saw that the floor was covered with clotted blood, on which the bodies
of several dead women were lying.
These were all the wives whom Blue Beard had married, and killed one after another. At
this sight she was ready to sink with fear, and the key of the closet door, which she held
in her hand, fell on the floor. When she had a little got the better of her fright, she took it
up, locked the door, and made haste back to her own room, that she might have a little
time to get into a humour to amuse her company; but this she could not do, so great was
her fright at what she had seen. As she found that the key of the closet had got stained
with blood in falling on the floor, she wiped it two or three times over to clean it; yet still
the blood kept on it the same as before. She next washed it, but the blood did not move at
all. She then scoured it with brick dust, and after with sand, but in spite of all she could
do, the blood was still there; for the key was a fairy who was Blue Beard’s friend; so that
as fast as she got off the blood on one side, it came again on the other. Early in the same
evening Blue Beard came home, saying, that before he had gone far on his journey he
was met by a horseman, who was coming to tell him that his affair in the country was
settled without his being present; upon which his wife said every thing she could think of,
to make him believe she was in a transport of joy at his sudden return.
The next morning he asked her for the keys: she gave them to him; but as she could not
help showing her fright, Blue Beard easily guessed what had been the matter. “How is it,”
said he, “that the key of the closet upon the ground floor is not here?” “Is it not?” said the
wife, “then I must have left it on my dressing-table.” “Be sure you give it me by and by,”
replied Blue Beard. After going a good many times backwards and forwards, as if she
was looking for the key, she was at last forced to give it to Blue Beard. He looked hard at
it, and then said: “How came this blood upon the key?” “I am sure I do not know,”
replied the poor lady, at the same time turning as white as a sheet. “You do not know?”
said Blue Beard sternly, “but I know well enough. You have been in the closet on the
ground floor! Very well, madam: since you are so mighty fond of this closet, you shall be
sure to take your place among the ladies you saw there.” His wife, who was almost dead
with fear, now fell upon her knees, asked his pardon a thousand times for her fault, and
begged him to forgive her, looking all the time so very mournful and lovely, that she
would have melted any heart that was not harder than a rock. But Blue Beard only said,
“No, no, madam; you shall die this very minute!” “Alas!” said the poor trembling
creature, “if I must die, give me, as least, a little time to say my prayers.” “I give you,”
replied the cruel Blue Beard, “half a quarter of an hour: not a moment longer.” When
Blue Beard had left her to herself, she called her sister; and after telling her, as well as
she could for sobbing, that she had but half a quarter of an hour to live; “Prithee,” said
she, “sister Anne,” (this was her sister’s name), “run up to the top of the tower, and see if
my brothers are not in sight, for they said they would visit me to-day, and if you see
them, make a sign for them to gallop on as fast as ever they can.” Her sister straight did
as she was desired; and the poor trembling lady every minute cried out to her: “Anne!
sister Anne! do you see any one coming?” Her sister said, “I see nothing but the sun,
which makes a dust, and the grass, which looks green.”
In the meanwhile, Blue Beard, with a great cimeter in his hand, bawled as loud as he
could to his wife, “Come down at once, or I will fetch you.” “One moment longer, I
beseech you,” replied she, and again called softly to her sister, “Sister Anne, do you see
any one coming?” To which she answered, “I see nothing but the sun, which makes a
dust, and the grass, which looks green.” Blue Beard now again bawled out, “Come down,
I say, this very moment, or I shall come to fetch you.” “I am coming; indeed I will come
in one minute,” sobbed his wretched wife. Then she once more cried out, “Anne! sister
Anne! do you see any one coming?” “I see,” said her sister, “a cloud of dust a little to the
left.” “Do you think it is my brothers?” said the wife. “Alas! no, dear sister,” replied she,
“it is only a flock of sheep.” “Will you come down, madam?” said Blue Beard, in the
greatest rage. “Only one single moment more,” said she. And then she called out for the
last time, “Sister Anne! sister Anne! do you see no one coming?” “I see,” replied her
sister, “two men on horseback coming; but they are still a great way off.” “Thank God,”
cried she, “they are my brothers; beckon them to make haste.” Blue Beard now cried out
so loud for her to come down, that his voice shook the whole house. The poor lady, with
her hair loose, and all in tears, now came down, and fell on her knees, begging him to
spare her life; but he stopped her, saying, “All this is of no use, for you shall die,” and
then, seizing her by the hair, raised his cimeter to strike off her head. The poor woman
now begged a single moment to say one prayer. “No, no,” said Blue Beard, “I will give
you no more time. You have had too much already.” And again he raised his arm. Just at
this instant a loud knocking was heard at the gates, which made Blue Beard wait for a
moment to see who it was. The gates now flew open, and two officers, dressed in their
uniform, came in, and, with their swords in their hands, ran straight to Blue Beard, who,
seeing they were his wife’s brothers, tried to escape from their presence; but they pursued
and seized him before he had gone twenty steps, and plunging their swords into his body
he fell down dead at their feet.
The poor wife, who was almost as dead as her husband, was not able at first to rise and
embrace her brothers; but she soon came to herself; and, as Blue Beard had no heirs, she
found herself the owner of his great riches. She gave a part of his vast fortune as a
marriage dowry to her sister Anne, who soon after became the wife of a young gentleman
who had long loved her. Some of the money she laid out in buying captains’ commissions
for her two brothers, and the rest she gave to a worthy gentleman whom she married
shortly after, and whose kind treatment soon made her forget Blue Beard’s cruelty.
From: https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/68/fairy-tales-and-other-traditional-stories/4858/bluebeard/
Cinderella
Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
A rich man’s wife became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her
only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear
God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.” With
this she closed her eyes and died.
The girl went out to her mother’s grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good.
When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had
removed it again, the man took himself another wife.
This wife brought two daughters into the house with her. They were beautiful, with fair faces,
but evil and dark hearts. Times soon grew very bad for the poor stepchild.
“Why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?” they said. “If she wants to eat bread,
then she will have to earn it. Out with this kitchen maid!”
They took her beautiful clothes away from her, dressed her in an old gray smock, and gave her
wooden shoes. “Just look at the proud princess! How decked out she is!” they shouted and
laughed as they led her into the kitchen.
There she had to do hard work from morning until evening, get up before daybreak, carry water,
make the fires, cook, and wash. Besides this, the sisters did everything imaginable to hurt her.
They made fun of her, scattered peas and lentils into the ashes for her, so that she had to sit and
pick them out again. In the evening when she had worked herself weary, there was no bed for
her. Instead she had to sleep by the hearth in the ashes. And because she always looked dusty and
dirty, they called her Cinderella.
One day it happened that the father was going to the fair, and he asked his two stepdaughters
what he should bring back for them.
“Beautiful dresses,” said the one.
“Pearls and jewels,” said the other.
“And you, Cinderella,” he said, “what do you want?”
“Father, break off for me the first twig that brushes against your hat on your way home.”
So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls, and jewels for his two stepdaughters. On his way home,
as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his
hat. Then he broke off the twig and took it with him. Arriving home, he gave his stepdaughters
the things that they had asked for, and he gave Cinderella the twig from the hazel bush.
Cinderella thanked him, went to her mother’s grave, and planted the branch on it, and she wept
so much that her tears fell upon it and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree.
Cinderella went to this tree three times every day, and beneath it she wept and prayed. A white
bird came to the tree every time, and whenever she expressed a wish, the bird would throw down
to her what she had wished for.
Now it happened that the king proclaimed a festival that was to last three days. All the beautiful
young girls in the land were invited, so that his son could select a bride for himself. When the
two stepsisters heard that they too had been invited, they were in high spirits.
They called Cinderella, saying, “Comb our hair for us. Brush our shoes and fasten our buckles.
We are going to the festival at the king’s castle.”
Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go to the dance with them. She
begged her stepmother to allow her to go.
“You, Cinderella?” she said. “You, all covered with dust and dirt, and you want to go to the
festival?. You have neither clothes nor shoes, and yet you want to dance!”
However, because Cinderella kept asking, the stepmother finally said, “I have scattered a bowl of
lentils into the ashes for you. If you can pick them out again in two hours, then you may go with
us.”
The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “You tame pigeons, you
turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather:
The good ones go into the pot,
The bad ones go into your crop.”
Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all
the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons
nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick,
pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowl. Hardly one hour had passed before
they were finished, and they all flew out again.
The girl took the bowl to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be
allowed to go to the festival with them.
But the stepmother said, “No, Cinderella, you have no clothes, and you don’t know how to dance.
Everyone would only laugh at you.”
Cinderella began to cry, and then the stepmother said, “You may go if you are able to pick two
bowls of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour,” thinking to herself, “She will never be able
to do that.”
The girl went through the back door into the garden, and called out, “You tame pigeons, you
turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to gather:
The good ones go into the pot,
The bad ones go into your crop.”
Two white pigeons came in through the kitchen window, and then the turtledoves, and finally all
the birds beneath the sky came whirring and swarming in, and lit around the ashes. The pigeons
nodded their heads and began to pick, pick, pick, pick. And the others also began to pick, pick,
pick, pick. They gathered all the good grains into the bowls. Before a half hour had passed they
were finished, and they all flew out again.
The girl took the bowls to her stepmother, and was happy, thinking that now she would be
allowed to go to the festival with them.
But the stepmother said, “It’s no use. You are not coming with us, for you have no clothes, and
you don’t know how to dance. We would be ashamed of you.” With this she turned her back on
Cinderella, and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
Now that no one else was at home, Cinderella went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel tree,
and cried out:
Shake and quiver, little tree,
Throw gold and silver down to me.
Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and slippers embroidered with silk and
silver. She quickly put on the dress and went to the festival.
Her stepsisters and her stepmother did not recognize her. They thought she must be a foreign
princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought it was
Cinderella, for they thought that she was sitting at home in the dirt, looking for lentils in the
ashes.
The prince approached her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. Furthermore, he would
dance with no one else. He never let go of her hand, and whenever anyone else came and asked
her to dance, he would say, “She is my dance partner.”
She danced until evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the prince said, “I will go along
and escort you,” for he wanted to see to whom the beautiful girl belonged. However, she eluded
him and jumped into the pigeon coop. The prince waited until her father came, and then he told
him that the unknown girl had jumped into the pigeon coop.
The old man thought, “Could it be Cinderella?”
He had them bring him an ax and a pick so that he could break the pigeon coop apart, but no one
was inside. When they got home Cinderella was lying in the ashes, dressed in her dirty clothes. A
dim little oil-lamp was burning in the fireplace. Cinderella had quickly jumped down from the
back of the pigeon coop and had run to the hazel tree. There she had taken off her beautiful
clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again. Then, dressed in her
gray smock, she had returned to the ashes in the kitchen.
The next day when the festival began anew, and her parents and her stepsisters had gone again,
Cinderella went to the hazel tree and said:
Shake and quiver, little tree,
Throw gold and silver down to me.
Then the bird threw down an even more magnificent dress than on the preceding day. When
Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, everyone was astonished at her beauty. The
prince had waited until she came, then immediately took her by the hand, and danced only with
her. When others came and asked her to dance with them, he said, “She is my dance partner.”
When evening came she wanted to leave, and the prince followed her, wanting to see into which
house she went. But she ran away from him and into the garden behind the house. A beautiful
tall tree stood there, on which hung the most magnificent pears. She climbed as nimbly as a
squirrel into the branches, and the prince did not know where she had gone. He waited until her
father came, then said to him, “The unknown girl has eluded me, and I believe she has climbed
up the pear tree.
The father thought, “Could it be Cinderella?” He had an ax brought to him and cut down the tree,
but no one was in it. When they came to the kitchen, Cinderella was lying there in the ashes as
usual, for she had jumped down from the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress back
to the bird in the hazel tree, and had put on her gray smock.
On the third day, when her parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella went again to her
mother’s grave and said to the tree:
Shake and quiver, little tree,
Throw gold and silver down to me.
This time the bird threw down to her a dress that was
