grey fairy tale book

Chapter 7 Bralee
Once upon a time there was a woman who had an only daughter.When the child was about seven years old, he passed an orchard every day on his way to school.In the garden there was a wild plum tree, and its branches were covered with attractive, ripe fruit.Every morning, the girl would pick one, put it in her pocket, and take it to school to eat, so people called her Bralee.But the orchard belonged to a witch.One day, the witch found that the little girl had picked a plum while passing by.Bralee looked so good that day when it was picked, it didn't seem like he knew it was wrong to pick roadside fruit.This pissed off the witch.So she hid behind the fence the next day.When Brale passed there to pick it, she jumped out and grabbed the boy by the arm.

"Okay! You little thief!" she cried. "I've got you at last! Now you'll have to pay for your misdeeds."

The poor child was so frightened that she begged the old woman to forgive her, assured her that she did not know what it was wrong to do, and promised not to do it again.Not only was the witch unsympathetic, but she dragged Bralier into the house and locked her up until the moment of her later revenge.

As time went by, Bralee grew into a beautiful girl.However, her beauty and kindness not only failed to soften the witch's heart, but aroused her hatred and jealousy.

One day, she called Braille to her and ordered, "Take this basket and fetch water from the well. Bring me a full basket, or I'll kill you!"

The girl went out with the basket, and put it down the well again and again, but in vain.Every time I lift the basket, the water leaks out.Finally, she gave up in despair, leaning against the well and weeping bitterly.At this time, a voice calling her name came: "Bula Lier, why are you crying?"

She turned around, and saw a handsome young man looking at her kindly, who also seemed to be sorry for her situation.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" she asked.

"I am the son of this witch," he answered, "and my name is Benschbel. I know she is bent on killing you, but I assure you that her evil plan will not succeed. If I let this basket Man Shui, would you like to kiss me?"

"No," answered Brale, "I will not kiss you, because you are the son of a witch."

"Well then," replied the boy sadly, "give me the basket, and I will fill it for you." He put the basket into the well, and the water remained in the basket.Immediately afterwards, the girl returned to the house with a basket full of water.When the witch saw it, her face turned pale with anger, and she shouted: "Benschbel must have helped you." Braleer bowed her head and did not answer.

The witch said angrily: "Well, let's wait and see who is the best."

The next day she called the girl to her and said to her, "Here is this sack of wheat. I am going away for a while. When I come back, I hope you have made bread from it, or I will kill you." After finishing speaking, she walked out of the room, closed and locked the door.

Poor Braille didn't know what to do.It was impossible for the witch to finish grinding the flour, kneading the dough, and baking the bread by herself in the short moment when the witch left!At first she set to work bravely, but when she saw that the work could not be done, she threw herself on a chair and burst into tears.At this time, Benschbel's voice came from the side: "Brale, Brale, don't cry so sadly. If you kiss me, I will make the bread, and you will be fine!" Hearing this, she woke up from despair.

"I don't kiss a witch's son," replied Braille.

But Benschbel still took the wheat from her, ground the flour, kneaded the dough, and baked it into bread.When the witch came back, the bread was already baked in the oven.

Turning to the girl, she exclaimed, with anger in her voice, "Benschbel must have come here to help you!" Braleer bowed her head in silence.

"Let's wait and see who is the best." The witch said, with anger in her eyes.

On the third day, she called the girl to her, and said, "Go to my sister's house, she lives on the other side of the mountains. She will give you a box, and you must bring it back." She said, but He knew in his heart that his sister was a crueler and more vicious witch than her. Not only would she not be allowed to come back, but she would be locked up and starved to death.Braleer didn't think too much, and went out happily.On the way, she ran into Benschbel.

"Where are you going, Bralee?" he asked.

"I'm going to the mistress's sister, and I have to fetch a box."

"Oh, poor girl," said Benschbel, "you're going straight to your death. Kiss me and let me save you."

But Brale still replied: "I don't kiss a witch's son!"

"Nevertheless, I will save you!" said Benschbel, "I love you more than I love myself. Take this oiler, bread, rope, and broom. As soon as you get to the place where the witch lives, Grease the hinges of the door with the oil from the jug, and throw the bread to the big dog that greets you. After dodging the dog, you will see a miserable woman in the courtyard, vainly pulling a bucket from the well with a braid To fetch water, you must give her the rope. In the kitchen, you will see a worse woman, trying to clean the fireplace with her tongue, and you must give her the broom. You will see the box on the top of the cupboard, take it quickly. Come on, get out of the house quickly. If you do what I say, you won't die."

Braleer listened carefully to his explanation, and acted accordingly.When she got there, she greased every hinge of the door, threw bread at the dog, handed the rope and the broom to the two women at the well and the two women in the kitchen, snatched the box from the top of the cupboard, and walked away. Rush outside.Just as she was running away, the witch heard her voice, ran straight to the window, and called out to the woman in the kitchen, "Kill the thief, and call you!"

But the woman replied, "I don't, because she gave me a broom, and you make me clean the fireplace with my tongue."

Then the witch shouted angrily to the woman by the well, "Catch that girl, I call you, and throw her into the well to drown!"

But the woman replied: "I will not drown her, because she gave me a rope, but you make me hang a bucket with a braid to get water."

Then the witch shouted to the dog to bite the girl, but the dog replied, "I will not bite her, because she gave me bread, but you made me hungry."

The witch was so angry that she almost choked, and shouted: "The door, close her quickly, don't let her escape!"

But the door answered, "Nor I, for she has oiled every hinge of mine, and you have made them thick and rusty!"

So Braille escaped with the box under his arm, and returned to the house of his mistress.When she saw this girl who was more beautiful than before standing in front of her, one could imagine her shocked and angry look.Her eyes were fierce, and she asked in an angry tone: "Have you met Benschbel?" But Braleer lowered her head and did not answer.

"Let's see," said the witch, "who will be the winner. Listen, there are three roosters in the coop, one yellow, one black, and one white. When any one crows in the night, you must say Who called it. If you make a mistake, it's bad luck. I'll eat you in one gulp."

Fortunately, Benschbel lived in the room next to her.In the middle of the night, Braille heard a cry.

"Which one is it?" cried the witch.

Then, Brale knocked on the wall tremblingly, and asked softly, "Bensch Bell, Bensch Bell, which one is it?"

"If I tell you, can you kiss me?" he asked softly through the wall.

But she refused, "No."

Then he replied softly, "I'll tell you, though. It's the yellow one."

The witch, noticing Braille's delay in answering, came to her door and shouted angrily, "Answer now, or I'll kill you."

So Braleer replied, "It's the yellow one."

The witch gritted her teeth and stamped her feet angrily.

After a while, another rooster crowed. "Tell me which one it is," cried the Witch.After being reminded by Benschbel, Braille replied, "It's the black one."

A few minutes later, the crowing of a cock was heard again, followed by the witch's order: "Which one is this?"

Once again Bralier begged Benschbel to help her.But this time he hesitated, for he hoped that Braleel would forget that he was the witch's son, and would agree to kiss him.Just as he was hesitating, he heard the girl's pleading voice in pain: "Benschbel, Benschbel, help me! The witch is coming, right next to her, and I can hear her teeth grinding!"

Benschbel jumped up, opened the door, rushed at the witch, and pulled her back so hard that the witch staggered, fell headfirst on the corner of the stairs, and fell to her death.

Braleer was finally moved by Benschbel's kindness and kindness, and became his wife and lived a happy life all the time.

(End of this chapter)