Sleeping Beauty

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Here I will retell a fairy tale titled Sleeping Beauty.
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Once there was a king and queen who said every day, "Ah, if only we had children," but they never had one. One day when the queen was taking a shower, a frog crawled out of the water onto the ground, and said to her, "Your desire will be fulfilled, before one year has passed, you will have a daughter."

What the frog said came true, and the queen had a very beautiful little girl so the king was very happy, and would have a big party. He not only invited relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also wise women, so that they were always friendly and kind to their children. There were thirteen wise women in his kingdom, but, because he only had twelve gold plates, one of them had to be left at home. The party is held with all sorts of splendor and when it ends, wise women bestow their miraculous gifts on babies - one gives virtue, beauty, wealth, and so on with everything in the world that people can expect.

When eleven of them had promised, suddenly the number thirteen women entered. He wanted to take revenge for not being invited, and without saying hello, or even seeing anyone, he shouted loudly, "The princess's daughter at fifteen will surely kill herself with a stake, until she falls dead." And, without saying a word, he turned and left the room.

They were all shocked, a woman who was twelfth did not say her good hope was to say "It is not death, but the king's daughter will sleep well for a hundred years."

The king, going to great lengths to keep his beloved child from misfortune, the King gave orders that every stake in the whole kingdom be burned. When the King's Princess was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and the girl was left in the palace alone. So he spun around, saw some of the rooms he liked, and finally came to the old tower. He climbed the narrow winding stairs when in front of a small door. The rusty key was on the key, and when he turned it, the door opened, and there in a small room sat an old woman and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax. 

"Good afternoon, old mother," said the king's daughter, "what are you doing there?"

 "I am spinning," said the old woman, and nodded her head. 

"What sort of thing is that, that rattles round so merrily," said the girl, and she took the spindle and wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle when the magic decree was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it. 

And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep. And this sleep extended over the whole palace, the king and queen who had just come home, and had entered the great hall, began to go to sleep, and the whole of the court with them. The horses, too, went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons upon the roof, the flies on the wall, even the fire that was flaming on the hearth became quiet and slept, the roast meat left off frizzling, and the cook, who was just going to pull the hair of the scullery boy, because he had forgotten something, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind fell, and on the trees before the castle not a leaf moved again. 

But round about the castle there began to grow a hedge of thorns, which every year became higher, and at last grew close up round the castle and all over it, so that there was nothing of it to be seen, not even the flag upon the roof. But the story of the beautiful sleeping Briar Rose, for so the princess was named, went about the country, so that from time to time kings' sons came and tried to get through the thorny hedge into the castle. But they found it impossible, for the thorns held fast together, as if they had hands, and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose again, and died a miserable death. 

After long, long years a king's son came again to that country, and heard an old man talking about the thorn hedge, and that a castle was said to stand behind it in which a wonderfully beautiful princess, named Briar Rose, had been asleep for a hundred years, and that the king and queen and the whole court were asleep likewise. He had heard, too, from his grandfather, that many kings, sons had already come, and had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had remained sticking fast in it, and had died a pitiful death. 

Then the youth said, "I am not afraid, I will go and see the beautiful Briar Rose." The good old man might dissuade him as he would, he did not listen to his words. 

But by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Briar Rose was to awake again. When the king's son came near to the thorn hedge, it was nothing but large and beautiful flowers, which parted from each other of their own accord, and let him pass unhurt, then they closed again behind him like a hedge. In the castle yard he saw the horses and the spotted hounds lying asleep, on the roof sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And when he entered the house, the flies were asleep upon the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still holding out his hand to seize the boy, and the maid was sitting by the black hen which she was going to pluck. 

He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the throne lay the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard, and at last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where Briar Rose was sleeping. 

There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he stooped down and gave her a kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, Briar Rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite sweetly. 

Then they went down together, and the king awoke, and the queen, and the whole court, and looked at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves, the hounds jumped up and wagged their tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country, the flies on the wall crept again, the fire in the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat, the joint began to turn and sizzle again, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and the maid finished plucking the fowl. 

And then the marriage of the king's son with Briar Rose was celebrated with all splendor, and they lived contented to the end of their days. 

Finished.

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