Cinderella - A Bedtime Story

Hey Sound Sleepers! Tonight, we listen and get sleepy to Grimm's Cinderella. Definitely not Disney's version most of us are familiar with. I truly hope you enjoy it.

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Transcript

Cinderella,

The wife of a rich man,

Fell sick,

And as she felt that her end was drawing near,

She called her only daughter to her bedside and said,

Dear child,

Be good and pious,

And then the good God will always protect you,

And I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.

Thereupon she closed her eyes and departed.

Every day the maiden went out to her mother's grave and wept,

And she remained pious and good.

When winter came,

The snow spread a white sheet over the grave,

And by the time the spring sun had drawn it off again,

The man had taken another wife.

The woman had brought with her into the house two daughters,

Who were beautiful and fair of face,

But vile and black of heart.

Now began a bad time for the poor stepchild.

Is the stupid goose to sit in the parlor with us?

He who wants to eat bread must earn it.

Out with the kitchen wench!

They took her pretty clothes away from her,

Put an old grey bedgown on her,

And gave her wooden shoes.

Just look at the proud princess,

How decked out she is!

They cried and laughed,

And led her into the kitchen.

There she had to do hard work from morning till night,

Get up before daybreak,

Carry water,

Light fires,

Cook and wash.

Besides this,

The sisters did her every imaginable injury.

They mocked her and emptied her peas and lentils into the ashes,

So that she was forced to sit and pick them out again.

In the evening,

When she had worked till she was weary,

She had no bed to go to,

But had to sleep by the hearth in the cinders,

And as on that account,

She always looked dusty and dirty.

They called her Cinderella.

It happened that the father was once going to the fair,

And he asked his two stepdaughters what he should bring back for them.

Beautiful dresses,

Said one,

Pearls and jewels,

Said the second,

And you,

Cinderella,

Said he,

What will you have?

Father,

Break off for me the first branch which knocks against your hat on your way home,

So he bought beautiful dresses,

Pearls and jewels for his two stepdaughters,

And 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 branch and took it with him.

When he reached home,

He gave his stepdaughters the things which they had wished for,

And to Cinderella,

He gave the branch from the hazel bush.

Cinderella thanked him,

Went to her mother's grave,

And planted the branch on it,

And wept so much that the tears fell down on it and watered,

And it became a handsome tree.

Thrice a day,

Cinderella went and sat beneath it,

And wept and prayed,

And a little white bird always came on the tree,

And if Cinderella expressed a wish,

The bird threw down to her what she had wished for.

It happened,

However,

That the king gave orders for a festival,

Which was to last three days,

And to which all the beautiful young girls in the country were invited,

In order that his son might choose himself.

When the two stepsisters heard that they too were to appear among the number,

They were delighted.

All the Cinderella in said,

Comb our hair for us,

Brush our shoes,

And fasten our buckles,

For we are going to the wedding at the king's palace.

Cinderella obeyed,

But wept,

Because she too would have liked to go with them to the dance,

And begged her stepmother to allow her to do so.

You go,

Cinderella,

Said she,

Covered in dust and dirt as you are,

And would go to the festival.

You have no clothes,

And shoes,

And yet would dance,

As however,

Cinderella went on asking.

The stepmother said at last,

I have emptied a dish of lentils into the ashes for you.

If you have picked them out again in two hours,

You shall go with us.

The maiden went through the back door into the garden,

And called,

You tame pigeons,

You turtle doves,

And all you birds beneath the sky,

Come and help me to pick the good into the pot,

The bad into the crop.

Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen window,

And afterwards the turtle doves,

And at last all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and crowding in,

And alighted amongst the ashes.

And the pigeons nodded with their heads,

And began pick,

Pick,

Pick,

Pick,

And the rest began also,

Pick,

Pick,

And gathered all the good grains into the dish.

Hardly had one hour passed before they had finished,

And Cinderella passed before they had finished,

And all flew out again,

Took the dish to her stepmother,

And was glad,

And believed that now she would be allowed to go with them to the festival.

But the stepmother said,

No Cinderella,

You have no clothes,

And you cannot dance,

You would only be laughed at,

And as Cinderella wept at this,

The stepmother said,

If you can pick two dishes of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour,

You shall go with us,

And she thought to herself that she most certainly cannot do again.

When the stepmother had emptied the two dishes of lentils amongst the ashes,

The maiden went through the back door into the garden and cried,

You tame pigeons,

You turtle doves,

And all you birds beneath the sky,

Come and help me to pick the good into the pot,

And the bad into the crop.

Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen window,

And afterwards the turtle doves,

And at length all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and crowding in,

And alighted amongst the ashes,

And the doves nodded with their heads,

And began pick,

Pick,

Pick,

And the others began also pick,

Pick,

And gathered all the good seeds into the dishes,

And before half an hour was over,

They had already finished,

And all flew out again.

Then the maiden was delighted,

And believed that she might now go with them to the wedding,

But the stepmother said,

All this will not help,

You cannot go with us,

For you have no clothes,

And cannot dance,

We should be ashamed of you.

On this she turned her back on Cinderella,

And hurried away with her two proud daughters.

As no one was now at home,

Cinderella went to her mother's grave behind the hazel tree,

And cried,

Shiver and quiver,

Little tree,

Silver and gold throw down over me.

Then the bird threw a silver and gold dress down,

And slippers embroidered with silk and silver.

She put on the dress with all speed,

And went to the wedding.

Her stepsisters and stepmother,

However,

Did not know her,

And thought she must be a foreign princess,

For she looked so beautiful in the golden dress.

They never once thought of Cinderella,

And believed that she was a princess,

Thought of Cinderella,

And believed that she was sitting at home in the dirt,

Picking lentils out of the ashes.

The prince approached her,

Took her by the hand,

And danced with her.

He would dance with no other maiden,

And never let loose of her hand,

And if anyone else came to invite her,

He said,

This is my partner.

She danced till it was evening,

And then she wanted to go home.

But the king's son said,

I will go with you and bear you company,

For he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged.

She escaped from him,

However,

And sprang into the pigeon house.

The king's son waited until her father came,

And then he told him that the unknown maiden had leapt into the pigeon house.

The old man thought,

Can it be Cinderella?

And they had to bring him an axe,

That he might smash the pigeon house to pieces.

But no one was inside it,

And when they got home,

Cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes,

And a dim little oil lamp was burning on the mantelpiece.

For Cinderella had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon house,

And had run to the little hazel tree,

And there she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave,

And the bird had taken them away again.

And then,

She had seated herself in the kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.

Next day,

When the festival began afresh,

And her parents and the stepsisters had gone once more,

Cinderella went to the hazel tree and said,

Shiver and quiver,

My little tree,

Silver and gold throw down over me.

Then,

The bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on the preceding day,

And when Cinderella appeared at the wedding in this dress,

Everyone was astonished at her beauty.

The king's son had waited until she came,

And instantly took her by the hand,

And danced with no one but her.

When others came and invited her,

He said,

This is my partner.

When evening came,

She wished to leave,

And the king's son followed her,

And wanted to see into which house she went.

But she sprang away from him,

And into the garden behind the house.

Therein stood a beautiful tall tree,

On which hung the most magnificent pears.

She clamored so nimbly between the branches,

Like a squirrel that the king's son did not know where she was gone.

He waited until her father came,

And said to him,

The unknown maiden has escaped from me,

And I believe she has climbed up the pear tree.

The father thought,

Can it be Cinderella?

And had an axe brought,

And cut the tree down was in it.

And when they got into the kitchen,

Cinderella lay there among the ashes as usual,

For she had jumped down on the other side of the tree,

And taken the beautiful dress to the bird,

The little hazel tree,

And put on her gray gown.

On the third day,

When the parents and sisters had gone away,

Cinderella went once more to her mother's grave,

And said to the little tree,

Shiver and quiver,

My little tree,

Silver and gold throw down over me.

And now the bird threw down to her a dress,

Which was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had,

And the slippers were golden.

And when she went to the festival in the dress,

No one knew how to speak for astonishment.

The king's son danced with her only,

And if anyone invited her to dance,

He said,

This is my partner.

When evening came,

Cinderella wished to leave,

And the king's son was anxious to go with her,

But she escaped from him so quickly that he could not follow her.

The king's son,

However,

Had employed a ruse,

And had caused the whole staircase to be smeared with pitch.

And there,

When she ran down,

Had the maiden's left slipper remained stuck,

The king's son picked it up,

And it was small and painty,

And all golden.

Next morning,

He went with it to the father,

And said to him,

No one shall be my wife,

But she whose foot this golden slipper fits.

Then were the two sisters glad,

For they had pretty feet.

The eldest went with the shoe into a room,

And wanted to try it on,

And her mother stood by,

But she could not get her big toe into it,

And the shoe was too small for her.

Then her mother gave her a knife and said,

Cut the toe off.

When you are queen,

You will have no more need to go on foot.

The maiden cut the toe off,

Forced the foot into the shoe,

Swallowed the pain,

And went out to the king's son.

Then he took her on his horse as his bride,

And rode away with her.

They were obliged,

However,

To pass the grave,

And there,

On the hazel tree,

Sat the two pigeons,

And cried,

Turn and peep,

Turn and peep,

There's blood within this shoe,

The shoe it is too small for her.

Turn and peep,

Turn and peep,

There's blood within the shoe,

The shoe it is too small for her.

The true bride waits for you.

Then he looked at her foot,

And saw how the blood was trickling from it.

He turned his horse round,

And took the false bride home again,

And said she was not the true one,

And that the other sister was to put on the shoe.

Then this one went into her chamber,

And got her toes safely into the shoe,

But her heel was too large.

So her mother gave her a knife and said,

Cut a bit off your heel.

When you are queen,

You will have no more need to go on foot.

The maiden cut a bit off her heel,

Forced her foot into the shoe,

Swallowed the pain,

And went out to the king's son.

He took her on his horse as his bride,

And rode away with her.

But when they passed by the hazel tree,

Two pigeons sat on it,

And cried,

Turn and peep,

There's blood within the shoe,

The shoe it is too small for her.

The true bride waits for you.

He looked down at her foot,

And saw how the blood was running out of her shoe,

And how it had stained her white stocking quite red.

Then he turned his horse,

And took the false bride home again.

This also is not the right one,

Said he.

Have you no other daughter?

No,

Said the man.

There is still a little stunted kitchen wench,

Which my late wife left behind her,

But she cannot possibly be the bride.

The king's son said he was to send her up to him,

But the mother answered,

Oh no,

She is much too dirty,

She cannot show herself.

But he absolutely insisted on it,

And Cinderella had to be called.

She first washed her hands,

And face clean,

And then went before the king's son,

Who gave her the golden shoe.

Then she seated herself on a stool,

Drew her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe,

And put it into the slipper,

Which fitted like a glove.

And when she rose up,

And the king's son looked at her face,

He recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with him,

And cried,

That is the true bride!

The stepmother and the two sisters were horrified,

And became pale with rage.

He,

However,

Took Cinderella on his horse,

And rode away with her.

As they passed by the hazel tree,

The two white doves cried,

Turn and peep,

Turn and peep,

No blood is in the shoe.

The shoe is not too small for her.

The true bride rides with you.

And when they had cried that,

The two came flying down,

And placed themselves on Cinderella's shoulders.

One on the right,

The other on the left,

And remained sitting there.

When the wedding with the king's son was to be celebrated,

The two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with Cinderella and share her good fortune.

When the betrothed couple went to church,

The elder was at the right side,

And the younger at the left,

And the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them.

Afterwards,

As they came back,

The elder was at the left,

And the younger was at the right,

And then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each.

And thus,

For their wickedness and falsehood,

They were punished with blindness all their days.

All their days.

Reviews

I enjoy all your stories, tho it takes me a few times to hear the full tale! They work well as I always fall asleep to them :) thank you!

I love your voice, nicely read. The music i find a bit loud sometimes, that is not so much to my liking. But overall very nice, and thank you🙏🏼

Amazing 🤩 I love how you read and respond to all of them because I usually get ignored by the other teachers I write really detailed reviews to and they don’t even bother to read them!☹️😢

This is my new favorite bedtime story to fall asleep with. The voice, the music, the pacing all combine to make sleep feel effortless. Thank you!

Thanks for taking my recommendation! It was great, looking forward to the next story ☺️