Tale of Briar Rose by the Brothers Grimm. Rosehip - German fairy tale

Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:
- Oh, if only we had a child! “But they still didn’t have any children.”

It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bathhouse and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
“Your wish will come true: in less than a year you will give birth to a daughter.”
And what the frog said, that’s what happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of to celebrate, and so he threw a big feast. He called not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances to this feast, but also the witches, so that they would be merciful and supportive towards his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were to eat, one of them remained uninvited. The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one with virtue, another with beauty, the third with wealth and everything that one could wish for in the world.

When the eleven had already made their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
- The princess in her fifteenth year should prick herself on a spindle and die from it!

And without saying another word, she turned and left the hall. Everyone was frightened, but then the twelfth witch came forward; she had not yet said her wish; and since she was not able to cancel the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
“But it will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.”
The king, wanting to protect his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: burn all the spindles in the entire kingdom.

So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, friendly and so intelligent that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.

It happened that on the day when she turned fifteen, the king and queen were not at home, and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, inspecting the chambers and storerooms - whatever she wanted; and she finally came to the old tower. She climbed up a narrow twisted staircase into that tower and found herself at a small door. And a rusty key stuck out in the lock; She turned it, the door swung open, and she saw an old woman sitting there in a small room by a spindle, diligently spinning yarn.
“Hello, grandmother,” said the princess, “what are you doing here?”
“I’m spinning yarn,” answered the old woman and nodded her head.
- What kind of thing is this that spins around so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and was about to start working on the yarn too.

But as soon as she touched the spindle, the spell was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And at that moment, when she felt the prick, she fell onto the bed, which was in the light, and fell into a deep sleep.

And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers. The horses in the stalls, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls fell asleep; even the fire that was blazing in the oven, and he froze and fell asleep, and the roast stopped sizzling and frying, and the cook, who was about to grab the scullion by the hair because he had overlooked something, let him go and also fell asleep. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf moved on the trees near the castle.

And a thorny thicket of thorns began to grow around the castle; every year it grew higher and higher and finally surrounded the entire castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.

And rumors spread throughout the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and so different princesses began to come there from time to time and tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets, and, caught on the thorns, could no longer escape from them, and died a painful death.

After many, many years, a certain prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from an old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle where the fairy-tale beauty princess, nicknamed Briar Rose, had been sleeping for a hundred years; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, caught in the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:
“I’m not afraid of that, I want to go there and see the beautiful Princess Rosehip.”
The kind old man began to dissuade him from going there, but he did not listen to the advice.

And by that time a hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Princess Rosehip was supposed to wake up again. The prince approached the thorny thicket, looked, and saw that instead of thorns there were beautiful flowers growing there; they moved apart in front of him, and closed again, and became a hedge again. He saw horses and red hounds in the yard lying and sleeping; Pigeons sat on the roof, hiding their heads under their wings. He entered the castle and saw that the flies were sleeping on the wall, and the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand as if he was going to grab the cook by the hair, and the cook was sitting in front of the black chicken, which she had to pluck.

He finally approached the tower and opened the door of the small room where Rosehip was sleeping. She lay there and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her; and he leaned over and kissed her. And as soon as he touched her, Rosehip opened her eyes, woke up and looked at him tenderly. And they came down from the tower together.

And then the king and queen and all the courtiers woke up, and they looked at each other in surprise. The horses in the yard stood up and began to shake themselves off. The hound dogs jumped up and waved their tails. The pigeons on the roof raised their heads, looked around and flew into the field. Flies began to crawl along the wall. The fire in the kitchen also rose, blazed, and began to cook dinner; the roast began to fry and sizzle again. And the cook gave such a slap to the cook that he screamed; and the cook began to quickly pluck the chicken.

And then they celebrated the magnificent wedding of the prince and the royal Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.

Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:
- Oh, if only we had a child! - But they still didn’t have children.
It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bathhouse, and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
- Your wish will come true: not even a year will pass before you give birth to a daughter.
And what the frog said, that’s what happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of for his joy, and so he threw a big feast. He called not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances to this feast, but also the witches, so that they would be merciful and supportive towards his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were supposed to eat, one of them was left uninvited.
The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one with virtue, another with beauty, the third with wealth and everything one could wish for in the world.
When the eleven had already made their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
- The princess in her fifteenth year should prick herself on a spindle and die from it!
And without saying another word, she turned and left the hall. Everyone was frightened, but then the twelfth witch came forward; she had not yet said her wish; and since she was not able to cancel the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
- But it will not be death, but only a centuries-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.
The king, wanting to protect his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: burn all the spindles in the entire kingdom.
So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, friendly and so intelligent that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.
It happened that on the day when she turned fifteen, the king and queen were not at home and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, inspecting the chambers and storage rooms - whatever she wanted; and she finally came to the old tower. She climbed up a narrow twisted staircase into that tower and found herself at a small door. And a rusty key stuck out in the lock; She turned it, the door swung open, and she saw an old woman sitting there in a small room near a spindle, diligently spinning yarn.
“Hello, grandmother,” said the princess, “what are you doing here?”
“I’m spinning yarn,” answered the old woman and nodded her head.
- What kind of thing is this that spins around so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and wanted to start working on the yarn too.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the spell was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And at that moment, when she felt the prick, she fell onto the bed, which was in the light, and fell into a deep sleep.
And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers. The horses in the stalls, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls fell asleep; even the fire that was blazing in the oven, and he froze and fell asleep, and the roast stopped sizzling and frying, and the cook, who was about to grab the scullion by the hair because he had overlooked something, let him go and also fell asleep. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf moved on the trees near the castle.
And a thorny thicket of thorns began to grow around the castle; every year it grew higher and higher and finally surrounded the entire castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.
And rumors spread throughout the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and so different princesses began to come there from time to time and tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets and, having caught themselves on the thorns, could no longer escape from them and died a painful death.
After many, many years, a certain prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from an old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle, where for a hundred years now a fairy-tale beauty princess, nicknamed Briar Rose, had been sleeping; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, caught in the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:
“I’m not afraid of that, I want to go there and see the beautiful Princess Rosehip.”
The kind old man began to dissuade him from going there, but he did not listen to his advice.
And by that time a hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Princess Rosehip was supposed to wake up again. The prince approached the thorny thicket, looked, and saw that instead of thorns there were beautiful flowers growing there; they moved apart in front of him, and closed again, and became a hedge again. He saw horses and red hounds in the yard lying and sleeping; Pigeons sat on the roof, hiding their heads under their wings. He entered the castle and saw that flies were sleeping on the wall, and the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand as if he was going to grab the cook by the hair, and the cook was sitting in front of the black chicken, which she had to pluck.
He went further and saw that all the courtiers were lying and sleeping in the hall, and upstairs near the throne were the king and queen. And he walked on, and everything was so quiet that he could even hear his own breathing.
He finally approached the tower and opened the door of the small room where Rosehip was sleeping. She lay there and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her; and he leaned over and kissed her. And as soon as he touched her, Rosehip opened her eyes, woke up and looked at him tenderly. And they came down from the tower together.
And then the king and queen and all the courtiers woke up, and they looked at each other in surprise. The horses in the yard stood up and began to shake themselves off. The hound dogs jumped up and waved their tails. The pigeons on the roof raised their heads, looked around and flew into the field. Flies began to crawl along the wall. The fire in the kitchen also rose, blazed, and began to cook dinner; the roast began to fry and sizzle again. And the cook gave such a slap to the cook that he screamed; and the cook began to quickly pluck the chicken.
And then they celebrated the magnificent wedding of the prince and the royal Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.

Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:
-Oh, if only we had a child!
But they still didn’t have any children.
It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bathhouse, and a frog climbed out of the water onto the shore and said to her:
- Your wish will come true: not even a year will pass before you give birth to a daughter.
And what the frog said, that’s what happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of to celebrate, and so he threw a big feast. He called to this feast not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances, but also the witches, so that they would be merciful and supportive towards his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were supposed to eat, one of them remained uninvited.
The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one with virtue, another with beauty, another with wealth and everything that one could wish for in the world.
When the eleven had already made their predictions, the thirteenth suddenly appeared at the feast. She wanted revenge for not being invited. And so, without greeting anyone or looking at anyone, she exclaimed in a loud voice:
-The princess, in her fifteenth year, must prick herself on a spindle and die from it!
And without saying another word, she turned and left the hall. Everyone was scared, but then the twelfth witch came forward, she had not yet said her wish; and since she was not able to cancel the evil spell, but could only soften it, she said:
-But it will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.
The king, wanting to protect his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: to burn all the spindles in the entire kingdom.
So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, friendly and reasonable that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.
It happened that on the day when she turned fifteen, the king and queen were not at home and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, inspecting the chambers and storage rooms - whatever she wanted; and she finally came to the old tower. She climbed up a narrow twisted staircase into that tower and found herself at a small door. And a rusty key stuck out in the lock; She turned it, the door swung open, and she saw an old woman sitting there in a small room near a spindle, diligently spinning yarn.
“Hello, grandmother,” said the princess, “what are you doing here?”
“I’m spinning yarn,” answered the old woman and nodded her head.
“What kind of thing is this that spins so merrily?” the girl asked, took the spindle and was about to start working on the yarn too.
But as soon as she touched the spindle, the spell was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with the spindle. And at that moment, when she felt the prick, she fell onto the bed, which was in the light, and fell into a deep sleep.
And this dream spread throughout the castle; the king and queen, who had just returned home and entered the hall, also fell asleep, and with them all the courtiers. The horses in the stalls, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the walls fell asleep; even the fire that was blazing in the oven, and he froze and fell asleep, and the roast stopped sizzling and frying, and the cook, who grabbed the scullion by the hair because he had overlooked something, let him go and also fell asleep. And the wind died down, and not a single leaf moved on the trees near the castle.
And a thorny thicket of thorns began to grow around the castle; every year it grew higher and higher and finally surrounded the entire castle. It grew higher than the castle itself, and in this thicket it became completely invisible, and even the flag on the tower could not be seen.
And rumors spread throughout the country about the beautiful sleeping princess, who was nicknamed Rosehip, and so different princesses began to come there from time to time and tried to get through the dense thicket to the castle. But this was impossible, since the thorns held tightly one by one, as if holding hands, and the young men became entangled in the thickets and, having caught themselves on the thorns, could no longer escape from them and died a painful death.
After many, many years, a certain prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from an old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle where a fairy-tale beauty princess, nicknamed Briar Rose, had been sleeping for a hundred years; and the king and queen and all the courtiers sleep with her. The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, caught on the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:
-I’m not afraid of it, I want to go there and see the beautiful Princess Rosehip.
The kind old man began to dissuade him from going there, but he did not listen to his advice.
And by that time a hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Princess Rosehip was supposed to wake up again. The prince approached the thorny thicket, looked, and saw beautiful flowers growing there instead of thorns; they moved apart in front of him, and closed again, and became a hedge again. He saw horses and red hounds in the yard, lying and sleeping; pigeons were sitting on the roof, hiding their heads under their wings. He entered the castle and saw that the flies were sleeping on the wall, and the cook in the kitchen was still stretching out his hand as if he was going to grab the cook by the hair, and the cook was sitting in front of the black chicken, which she had to pluck.
He went further and saw that all the courtiers were lying and sleeping in the hall, and that the king and queen were lying upstairs near the throne. And he walked on, and everything was so quiet that he could even hear his own breathing.
He finally approached the tower and opened the door of the small room where Rosehip was sleeping. She lay there and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her; and he leaned over and kissed her. And as soon as he touched her, Rosehip opened her eyes, woke up and looked at him tenderly. And they came down from the tower together.
And then the king and queen and all the courtiers woke up, and they looked at each other in surprise. The horses in the yard stood up and began to shake themselves off. The hound dogs jumped up and waved their tails. The pigeons on the roof raised their heads, looked around and flew into the field. Flies began to crawl along the wall. The fire in the kitchen also rose, blazed, and began to cook dinner; the roast began to fry and sizzle again. And the cook gave such a slap to the cook that he screamed; and the cook began to quickly pluck the chicken.
And then they celebrated the magnificent wedding of the king’s son and the queen Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.

Many years ago there lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:

Oh, if only we had a child! - But they still didn’t have children.

It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bathhouse and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:

Your wish will come true: in less than a year you will give birth to a daughter.

And what the frog said, that’s what happened - the queen gave birth to a girl, and she was so beautiful that the king did not know what to think of to celebrate, and so he threw a big feast. He called not only his relatives, friends and acquaintances to this feast, but also the witches, so that they would be merciful and supportive towards his child. And there were thirteen of them in his kingdom; but since he had only twelve golden plates on which they were to eat, one of them remained uninvited. The holiday was celebrated with great pomp, and at the end the witches gave the child wonderful gifts: one with virtue, another with beauty, the third with wealth and everything one could wish for in the world.

The princess, in her fifteenth year, must prick herself on a spindle and die from it!

But it will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.

The king, wanting to protect his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: burn all the spindles in the entire kingdom.

So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, friendly and so intelligent that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.

“Hello, grandmother,” said the princess, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m spinning yarn,” answered the old woman and nodded her head.

What kind of thing is this that spins around so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and wanted to start working on the yarn too.

German fairy tale: rosehip

There lived a king and a queen, and every day they said:

- Oh, if only we had a child! “But they still didn’t have any children.”

It happened one day that the queen was sitting in the bathhouse and a frog crawled out of the water onto the shore and said to her:

“Your wish will come true: in less than a year you will give birth to a daughter.”

- The princess in her fifteenth year should prick herself on a spindle and die from it!

“But it will not be death, but only an age-old deep sleep into which the princess will fall.”

The king, wanting to protect his beloved daughter from misfortune, issued a decree: burn all the spindles in the entire kingdom.

So all the predictions given to the girl by the witches came true: she was so beautiful, so modest, friendly and so intelligent that everyone who saw her involuntarily admired her.

It happened that on the day when she turned fifteen, the king and queen were not at home and the girl was left alone in the castle. She went to wander throughout the castle, inspecting the chambers and storerooms - whatever she wanted; and she finally came to the old tower. She climbed up a narrow twisted staircase into that tower and found herself at a small door. And a rusty key stuck out in the lock; She turned it, the door swung open, and she saw an old woman sitting there in a small room by a spindle, diligently spinning yarn.

“Hello, grandmother,” said the princess, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m spinning yarn,” answered the old woman and nodded her head.

- What kind of thing is this that spins around so merrily? - the girl asked, took the spindle and was about to start working on the yarn too.

After many, many years, a certain prince appeared again in that country, and he heard from an old man about a thorny thicket and about a castle, where for a hundred years now the fairy-tale beauty princess, nicknamed Briar Rose, had been sleeping, and the king and queen and all the courtiers had been sleeping with her. . The old man also told him that he had heard from his grandfather that many princes had already come and tried to break through the thorny thicket, but they all remained there, caught in the thorns, and died a miserable death. And then the young man said:

“I’m not afraid of that, I want to go there and see the beautiful Princess Rosehip.”

The kind old man began to dissuade him from going there, but he did not listen to the advice.

And then they celebrated the magnificent wedding of the prince and the royal Rosehip, and they lived happily until their death.

Tale of Briar Rose by the Brothers Grimm. ﻿ Rosehip - German fairy tale

Tale of Briar Rose by the Brothers Grimm. Rosehip - German fairy tale