The others came running up and shouted, "Someone has been lying in mine as well."īut the seventh one, looking at his bed, found Snow-White lying there asleep. Then the first one saw a that there was a little imprint in his bed, and said, "Who stepped on my bed?" The seventh one, "Who has been drinking from my mug?" The sixth one, "Who has been cutting with my knife?" The fifth one, "Who has been sticking with my fork?" The fourth one, "Who has been eating my vegetables?" The third one, "Who has been eating my bread?" The second one, "Who has been eating from my plate?" The first one said, "Who has been sitting in my chair?" They lit their seven candles, and as soon as it was light in their house they saw that someone had been there, for not everything was in the same order as they had left it. They were the seven dwarfs who picked and dug for ore in the mountains. She remained lying in it, entrusted herself to God, and fell asleep.Īfter dark the masters of the house returned home. Afterward, because she was so tired, she lay down on a bed, but none of them felt right - one was too long, the other too short - until finally the seventh one was just right. Against the wall there were seven little beds, all standing in a row and covered with snow-white sheets.īecause she was so hungry and thirsty Snow-White ate a few vegetables and a little bread from each little plate, and from each mug she drank a drop of wine. There was a little table with a white tablecloth and seven little plates, and each plate had a spoon, and there were seven knives and forks and seven mugs as well. Inside the house everything was small, but so neat and clean that no one could say otherwise. She ran as far as her feet could carry her, and just as evening was about to fall she saw a little house and went inside in order to rest. She ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and wild animals jumped at her, but they did her no harm. The poor child was now all alone in the great forest, and she was so afraid that she just looked at all the leaves on the trees and did not know what to do. The cook had to boil them with salt, and the wicked woman ate them, supposing that she had eaten Snow-White's lungs and liver. He killed it, cut out its lungs and liver, and took them back to the queen as proof of Snow-White's death. He thought, "The wild animals will soon devour you anyway," but still it was as if a stone had fallen from his heart, for he would not have to kill her. I will run into the wild woods and never come back."īecause she was so beautiful the huntsman took pity on her, and he said, "Run away, you poor child." He took out his hunting knife and was about to stab it into her innocent heart when she began to cry, saying, "Oh, dear huntsman, let me live. The huntsman obeyed and took Snow-White into the woods. Kill her, and as proof that she is dead bring her lungs and her liver back to me." Then she summoned a huntsman and said to him, "Take Snow-White out into the woods. The envy and pride grew ever greater, like a weed in her heart, until she had no peace day and night. From that hour on whenever she looked at Snow-White her heart turned over inside her body, so great was her hatred for the girl. The queen took fright and turned yellow and green with envy. When she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the light of day, even more beautiful than the queen herself.īut Snow-White is a thousand times fairer than you. Snow-White grew up and became ever more beautiful. Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the mirror spoke the truth. Every morning she stood before it, looked at herself, and said: She was a beautiful woman, but she was proud and arrogant, and she could not stand it if anyone might surpass her in beauty. And as soon as the child was born, the queen died.Ī year later the king took himself another wife. Soon afterward she had a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame." As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. Today’s story is LITTLE SNOW WHITE from The Brothers Grimm.
I’m Susan Poulter, a Librarian at the Main Library.
Hello, and welcome to Family Folktales from the Nashville Public Library. You can find many versions of this story in the Library.
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