Perrault's Fairy Tales E-Book

Charles Perrault

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Perrault's Fairy Tales was originaly written in 1697 by Charles Perrault. He was a French author and member of the Académie française. He laid the foundations for a new literary genre, the fairy tale, with his works derived from pre-existing folk tales. The Thirty Four Illustrations by Gustave Dore from the 'Volume Les Contes de Perrault Dessins' by Gustave Dore, 1867. The best known of his tales include Le Petit Chaperon rouge (Little Red Riding Hood), Cendrillon (Cinderella), Le Chat Botté (Puss in Boots) and La Barbe bleue (Bluebeard). Many of Perrault's stories were rewritten by the Brothers Grimm, continue to be printed and have been adapted to opera, ballet (such as Tchaikovsky's The Sleeping Beauty), theatre, and film (Disney). Perrault was an influential figure in the 17th century French literary scene, and was the leader of the Modern faction during the Quarrel of the Ancients and the Moderns.

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Charles Perrault

Perrault's Fairy Tales

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Perrault's Fairy Tales

by Charles Perrault

Illustrated by Gustave Dore

The eight stories of Charles Perrault were published in "Histories ou Contes du Temps Passe,avec de Moralitez, Paris 1697. Translations of stories are from "Old Time Stories told byMaster Charles Perrault, translated by A E. Johnson,

Dodd Mead & Co.

1921.

The Thirty Four Illustrations

by Gustave Dore from the Volume Les Contes de Perrault Dessins

par Gustave Dore, Libraire-Editeur, Paris, 1867.

Contents

Little Red Riding Hood

Sleeping Beauty

Blue Beard

The Master Cat or Puss in Boots

The Fairies

Cinderella or The Little Glass Slipper

Ricky of the Tuft

Little Tom Thumb

Little Red Riding Hood

In the wood Little Red Riding Hood met the old Father Wolf

Once upon a time

there was a little village girl, the prettiest that had ever been seen. Her mother doted on her. Her grandmother was even fonder, and made her a little red hood, which became her so well that everywhere she went by the name of Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother, who had just made and baked some cakes, said to her:     “Go and see how your grandmother is, for I have been told that she is ill. Take her a dake and this little pot of butter."     Little Red Riding Hood set off at once for the house of her grandmother, who lived in another village.     On her way through a wood she met old Father Wolf. He would have very much liked to eat her, but dared not do so on account of some woodcutters who were in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, not knowing that it was dangerous to stop and listen to a wolf said: “I am going to see my grandmother, and am taking her a cake and a pot of butter which my mother has sent to her." “Does she live far away?” asked the Wolf.     “Oh yes,” replied Little Red Riding Hood; “it is yonder by the mill which you can see right below there, and it is the first house in the village."     “Well now,” said the Wolf “I think I shall go and see her too. I will go by this path, and you by that path, and we will see who gets there first.”     The Wolf set off running with all his might by the shorter road, and the little girl continued on her way by the longer road. As she went she amused herself by gathering nuts, running after the butterflies, and making nosegays of the wild flowers which she found.     The Wolf was not long in reaching the grandmother’s house. He knocked. Toc Toc.     “Who is there?”     “It is your little daughter, Red Riding Hood,” said the Wolf disguising his voice, “and I bring you a cake and a little pot of butter as a present from my mother.”     The worthy grandmother was in bed, not being very well, and cried out to him:     “Pull out the peg and the latch will fall.”    

He sprang upon the poor old lady and ate her up

    The Wolf drew out the peg and the door flew open. Then he sprang upon the poor old lady and ate her up in less than no time, for he had been more than three days without food. After that he shut the door, lay down in the grandmother’s bed, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood.     Presently she came and knocked. Toc Toc.     “Who is there?”     Now Little Red Riding Hood on hearing the Wolf’s gruff voice was at first frightened, but thinking that her grandmother had a bad cold, she replied:     “It is your little daughter, Red Riding Hood, and I bring you a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”     Softening his voice, the Wolf called out to her:     “Pull out the peg and the latch will fall.”     Little Red Riding Hood drew out the peg and the door flew open.     When he saw her enter, the Wolf hid himself in the bed beneath the counterpane.     “Put the cake and the little pot of butter on the bin,” he said, “and come up on the bed with me.”     Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes, but when she climbed up on the bed she was astonished to see how her grandmother looked in her nightgown.     “Grandmother dear!” she exclaimed, “what big arms you have!”