A long time ago, a child was born to a queen and king and she was called Snow White. When the queen died, the king married again. This new queen was wicked and hated Snow white. The queen gave orders that Snow White was to be treated as a servant.
Snow White grew very beautiful and one day a Prince riding by, saw her at work and fell in love with her.
The queen was beautiful too, and every day she asked her Magic Mirror, "Who is the fairest in the land?" and the mirror always answered, "You are the fairest one of all".
But one day the mirror answered Snow White was the fairest in the land, and in a rage the queen gave orders to one of her Huntsmen to take Snow White into the woods and kill her.
The Huntsman had a kind heart and couldn't do the deed so told her to run away. She fled into the woods where Seven little dwarfs lived. Their house was small and strange.
Snow White entered the little house and finding it very untidy, started to clean up. Upstairs she found seven little beds. She was very tired and stretching out on one of the beds, was soon asleep.
When the Dwarfs came home they were surprised to find Snow White and after some argument, decided to let her stay. She promised to cook and look after them.
The Queen discovered where Snow White was living and disguising herself as a witch, took a poisoned apple and set out for the Dwarfs cottage. She gave Snow White the poisoned apple to eat and as soon as she bit the apple, she sank into unconsciousness.
Thinking she was dead, the Dwarfs built a glass coffin and put her in it. For days she lay in the forest in her glass coffin. One day, the Prince was riding through the forest looking for Snow White and found her. He leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes and sat up with a smile. Everyone was happy. The Prince took Snow White to his palace where they were married and lived happily ever after.
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Long ago and far away, there lived an Emperor. This Emperor was very vain and could think about nothing but his clothes. He had wardrobes and cupboards full of clothes. They filled his spare bedrooms and upstairs corridors of the palace.
The courtiers were worried that the wardrobes would begin to appear downstairs and in their chambers.
The Emperor spent hours every morning getting dressed. He had to choose his outfit, preferable a new one, and the shoes and wig to go with it. Mid-morning, he invariably changed into something more formal for his short meetings with his counsellors and advisors. He would change again for lunch, and then again for a rest in the afternoon. He just had to change for dinner and them again for the evening!
He kept all the weavers, tailors, cobblers and silk merchants of the city very busy and very happy!
News of the Emperor spread to distant kingdoms and finally came to the ears of two very shady characters.
"Could we?" they asked themselves. "Could we fool the Emperor who loves new clothes?"
"Let's try," they decided.
They left their homes and travelled to the Emperor's city. there they saw the many shops selling clothes, shoes and fabrics. For, if the Emperor dressed finely, so too did his couriers. The two travellers went to the palace along with many other tradesmen hoping to sell their wares to the Emperor.
They asked to meet the Emperor.
"We have something very special to show him," they told the Chamberlain.
"That's what everyone says," said the Chamberlain.
"Ah, but his is magical," said one, "We have invented a new cloth by using a very special and secret method."
The Chamberlain felt that it was his duty to bring new items to the Emperor's attention and he went to tell him.
"Something magical?" said the Emperor, who was changing for lunch and admiring himself in the mirror.
"Oh, I love new things, Show the two weavers in."
The two weavers were shown in, and began to describe their cloth to the Emperor.
"It is gold, silver and rainbow coloured, all at the same time," said one. "It shimmers."
"It feels like silk, but is as warm as wool," said the second.
"It is as light as air," said the first. "A most wonderful fabric."
The Emperor was enchanted. He must have an outfit from this new cloth.
"There is a grand parade in the city in two weeks time," he said. "I need a new outfit for it. Can one be ready in time?"
"Oh yes, your Majesty," said the weavers. "But there is a problem. The cloth is very expensive to make."
"No matter," said the Emperor, waving his hand. "Money is no objest. I must have an outfit. Just see the Chamberlain and he'll sort it out. Make it here in the palace."
The Chamberlain showed the two weavers to a large airy room and they set to work. They asked for a loom, and a sack of gold to start buying materials.
The Chamberlain followed the Emperor's orders and they were denied nothing.
The weavers worked away behind closed doors. The loom could be heard clattering away. Every now and them a courtier would stand and listen at the door. News of the magic cloth had spread.
Finally, the Emperor could stand it no more.
"Chamberlain, go to the weavers and see how the cloth is processing. The parade is only a week way."
The Chamberlain knocked at the door and waited.
"Enter!" said the weavers. They had been expecting someone soon!
"The Emperor has sent me to check on the progress of the cloth," said the Chamberlain, staring at the empty loom.
"Is it not beautiful?" said one of the weavers, holding out nothing to the Chamberlain. "See the lustre, feel the softness!"
"Um," said the Chamberlain, not quite sure what to say.
"Oh wise Chamberlain," said the other weaver.
"Now you can see why it is magical. Only the truly clever and brilliant can see the cloth. Most people would see an empty loom, but a clever man like you will see our wonderful cloth."
"Of course," said the Chamberlain, not wanting to look stupid. "It really is quite marvellous. Those colours, that shimmer of the gold and silver threads. Marvellous."
"Oh, you are so wise," said the weavers.
The Emperor was very impatient and couldn't wait for the Chamberlain to return. After ten minutes of pacing up and down, he went to the weavers' room, followed by half of his court.
He threw the doors open, and saw the empty loom.
"Why!" he cried in a surprised voice.
"Your Majesty," said the Chamberlain quickly. " A wise man such as yourself can surely see the colours and sheen of this magical cloth."
"Of course I can," said the Emperor, wondering why he could not. "It's beautiful. Simply enchanting. When can my outfit be made? Send for the royal tailors!"
"Your Majesty," said the two weavers. "We would be delighted to make your outfit for you. There is no need to trouble your hard-working tailor. It is such a difficult fabric to cut and sew. We will make the suit."
"Very well," said the Emperor. "First fitting tomorrow."
The courtiers had followed the Emperor, and they now came into the room. Of course, they could see nothing on the loom for there was nothing to see.
"Is it not beautiful?" said one of the weavers. "Of course, only the wise and very clever can see the beauty of the cloth. Look at the colours, feel the weight."
The courtiers queued up to look at the colours and feel the weight, and each went away exclaiming over the marvellous cloth which was indeed as light as air. But each courtier secretly wondered if they were really stupid, as they had seen nothing at all.
The two weavers then set to work as tailors.
They muttered and discussed at the Emperor's fittings, stitching here, cutting there until at last the suit was made.
The following day was the day of the parade.
"Am I not the handsomest of men in my marvellour suit?" said the Emperor to the Chamberlain, as he showed off his new outfit. "Just look at the tiny stitches and the lacework. Truly marvellous."
"Undoubtedly, sir," said the Chamberlain. "There is no outfit on earth to equal this one."
The Emperor was dressed in his new suit and ready for the parade. News of his amazing outfit had reached the people of the town and all wanted to see him. There were people crowded along the sides of the streets.
The parade began!
People gasped. "What a suit!" they cried.
"What suit?" asked a small boy, who had not heard of the magical cloth. "The Emperor has no clothes on at all!"
"It's true! No clothes! The Emperor is naked!" the people cried.
And the Emperor was very ashamed. He had been so vain, and now he had been made to look a fool.
As for the two tailors -- they were in fact thieves, and had long since left the town with their bags of gold. Probably laughing all the way!
But the Emperor is a wiser man now, and spends a lot more time with his advisors and far less with his tailors.皇帝的新装
买祸害的小女孩 Days freezing, snowing, and fast black. Th is is the last day of the year ─ ─ eve. In this cold and dark night, a don't wear hats
Child, don't wear gloves, also didn't wear shoes in the street, the little girl walking slowly. She came out from home still wore a pair of slippers, but what is the use? That is a pair of big ─ ─ the slippers is so large, has always been her mother to wear. She ran through the road, two carriage sped off over, frighten her shoes all ran away. A how also find another call a boy picked it up and take ran. He said, in the future he had children can take it when cradle. The little girl had to walk barefoot, a pair of black and red with cold feet a block. She's in a good many more in her old apron hand&def and a hand. All day long, who also didn't buy her a match, who also didn't give her any money. The poor little girl! She was cold and hungry, duo shivers in proving come forward. The snow-flakes fell on her long hair, the golden hair tied commonly roll the shoulders, looks very beautiful, but she didn't pay any attention to these. Every window lights to fully, the streets waving a stream of roast goose fragrance, because this is Christmas Eve - she can forget this.
She is in a corner of the house, sat down with leg up huddled. She felt even colder. She dared not go home because she didn't sell a match and didn't earn any money, dad would call her. Besides, with the street at home as cold. They head only a roof, although the biggest cracks have used grass and rag blocked, the wind can still filling in. Her hands almost frozen. Ah, even a single small matches, is good for her! She dared pulled from a match on the wall a root, wipe burning, to warm own small hand? Finally she drew a root. Chi! Match up, flames reportedly come! She put her hands on the flames. How warm flame ah, how bright just like a little candle. This is a strange light! The little girl feel like sitting in a big front of the fire, the stove with sparkling copper feet and copper handle, burned prosperous, warm, how comfortable! Ah, what is this? She just put foot out feet, want to warm, match fades, the stove was gone. She sat there, hand only a root burnt match to infarction. She wiped a root again. Match up, the light to. Light fell on the wall, there suddenly become like gauze so transparent, she can
Always see the room. The table with white tablecloth, put a delicate plates and bowls, belly filled with apple and plum of roast goose are risking a aroma. The more wonderful is the goose jumped down from the plate, back in a knife and a fork, stagger on the floor, has been walking to this poor little girl comes along. By this time, the match went out. She only one wall before the thick and cold wall. She again wiping a match. This time, she sat beautiful under the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree than her last Christmas, through the glass door of the rich businessman looks even bigger, more beautiful. Green branches lit candles, thousands of teams from many beautiful color pictures, the shop window with hanging in the hall, to her blink. The little girl to hand out to a miniature reproduction. By this time, the match went out. See the Christmas tree candlelight rose to higher and higher, and finally became shining in the sky in the stars. A star fall off in the sky, made a slender red light.
"There is a what people dying." The little girl said. The only hurts her grandmother alive told her: a star fall down, there is a soul to god there. She the wall and wiping a match. This time around, the matches made all lit up. Grandma appear in bright light, it is so gentle, so lovingkindness. "Grandma!" The little girl cried, "oh! Please take me away! I know, match a destroy, you will see not, like the warm furnace, PenXiangDe kaoe, beautiful Christmas tree alike, will see!" She hurriedly wiping a large the matches, will put grandma keep. A match the light, issued a strong with as bright as day. Grandma never like so tall, so beautiful. She took up the little girl in his arms, hug. They were both in the light and joy flew away, flying high, fly to that no cold, no hunger, no place of pain. The next morning, the little girl sitting in the corner of the mouth, cheeks red, with a smile. She died, on the last night of the old eve freezing. New Year the sun rising, according to on her small body. The little girl sat there, hand grabbed the a burnt match to infarction. "She wanted to give myself a warm..." People said. Who also don't know how she once saw a good thing, she once so happy, follow her grandmother walked toward the happiness of New Year.
Days freezing, snowing, and fast black. Th
is is the last day of the year ─ ─ eve. In this cold and dark night, a don't wear hats Child, don't wear gloves, also didn't wear shoes in the street, the little girl walking slowly. She came out from home still wore a pair of slippers, but what is the use? That is a pair of big ─ ─ the slippers is so large, has always been her mother to wear. She ran through the road, two carriage sped off over, frighten her shoes all ran away. A how also find another call a boy picked it up and take ran. He said, in the future he had children can take it when cradle. The little girl had to walk barefoot, a pair of black and red with cold feet a block. She's in a good many more in her old apron hand&def and a hand. All day long, who also didn't buy her a match, who also didn't give her any money. The poor little girl! She was cold and hungry, duo shivers in proving come forward. The snow-flakes fell on her long hair, the golden hair tied commonly roll the shoulders, looks very beautiful, but she didn't pay any attention to these. Every window lights to fully, the streets waving a stream of roast goose fragrance, because this is Christmas Eve - she can forget this. She is in a corner of the house, sat down with leg up huddled. She felt even colder. She dared not go home because she didn't sell a match and didn't earn any money, dad would call her. Besides, with the street at home as cold. They head only a roof, although the biggest cracks have used grass and rag blocked, the wind can still filling in. Her hands almost frozen. Ah, even a single small matches, is good for her! She dared pulled from a match on the wall a root, wipe burning, to warm own small hand? Finally she drew a root. Chi! Match up, flames reportedly come! She put her hands on the flames. How warm flame ah, how bright just like a little candle. This is a strange light! The little girl feel like sitting in a big front of the fire, the stove with sparkling copper feet and copper handle, burned prosperous, warm, how comfortable! Ah, what is this? She just put foot out feet, want to warm, match fades, the stove was gone. She sat there, hand only a root burnt match to infarction. She wiped a root again. Match up, the light to. Light fell on the wall, there suddenly become like gauze so transparent, she can Always see the room. The table with white tablecloth, put a delicate plates and bowls, belly filled with apple and plum of roast goose are risking a aroma. The more wonderful is the goose jumped down from the plate, back in a knife and a fork, stagger on the floor, has been walking to this poor little girl comes along. By this time, the match went out. She only one wall before the thick and cold wall. She again wiping a match. This time, she sat beautiful under the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree than her last Christmas, through the glass door of the rich businessman looks even bigger, more beautiful. Green branches lit candles, thousands of teams from many beautiful color pictures, the shop window with hanging in the hall, to her blink. The little girl to hand out to a miniature reproduction. By this time, the match went out. See the Christmas tree candlelight rose to higher and higher, and finally became shining in the sky in the stars. A star fall off in the sky, made a slender red light. "There is a what people dying." The little girl said. The only hurts her grandmother alive told her: a star fall down, there is a soul to god there. She the wall and wiping a match. This time around, the matches made all lit up. Grandma appear in bright light, it is so gentle, so lovingkindness. "Grandma!" The little girl cried, "oh! Please take me away! I know, match a destroy, you will see not, like the warm furnace, PenXiangDe kaoe, beautiful Christmas tree alike, will see!" She hurriedly wiping a large the matches, will put grandma keep. A match the light, issued a strong with as bright as day. Grandma never like so tall, so beautiful. She took up the little girl in his arms, hug. They were both in the light and joy flew away, flying high, fly to that no cold, no hunger, no place of pain. The next morning, the little girl sitting in the corner of the mouth, cheeks red, with a smile. She died, on the last night of the old eve freezing. New Year the sun rising, according to on her small body. The little girl sat there, hand grabbed the a burnt match to infarction. "She wanted to give myself a warm..." People said. Who also don't know how she once saw a good thing, she once so happy, follow her grandmother walked toward the happiness of New Year.卖火柴的小女孩
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