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Perrault: Little Red Riding Hood
Perrault: Little Red Riding HoodCharles Perrault
One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.
As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother. "
"Does she live far off?" said the wolf
"Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village."
"Well," said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first."
The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.
"Who's there?"
"Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother."
The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten.
He then shut the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.
"Who's there?"
Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you."
The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me."
Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms you have!"
"All the better to hug you with, my dear.
"
"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"
"All the better to run with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"All the better to see with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"
"All the better to eat you up with."
And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.
Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.
- Source: Andrew Lang, The Blue Fairy Book (London, ca.
1889), pp. 51-53. Lang's source: Charles Perrault, Histoires ou contes du temps passé, avec des moralités: Contes de ma mère l'Oye (Paris, 1697). - The French title of this famous tale is "Le Petit Chaperon Rouge."
- Aarne-Thompson type 333.
Links to related sites
- Charles Perrault's Mother Goose Tales. Information about Perrault and his collection of fairy tales Histoires ou contes du temps passé, avec des moralités: Contes de ma mère l'Oye.
- Les contes de Perrault. Texts, in French, of Perrault's tales.
- Another famous tale of type 333: Little Red Cap by the Grimm brothers.
- Additional tales of type 333.
- D. L. Ashliman's folktexts, a library of folktales, folklore, fairy tales, and mythology.
Revised September 21, 2003.
The story of Little Red Riding Hood
[en español]
by Leanne Guenther
Once upon a time, there was a little
girl who lived in a village near the forest.
Whenever she went out, the little girl
wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.
"That's a good idea," her mother said. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother.
When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.
"Remember, go straight to Grandma's house," her mother cautioned. "Don't dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous."
"Don't worry, mommy," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."
But when Little Red Riding
Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to
her mother. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for
awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few
more.
Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her...
Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.
"What are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster.
"I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook," Little Red Riding Hood replied.
Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma's house.
The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...
The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the door.
"Oh thank goodness dear! Come in,
come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in
the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her
granddaughter.
The wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up!
The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears.
A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose. "Who is it?" he called in a cackly voice.
"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf.
When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her Grandmother.
"Grandmother! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" she asked.
"Oh, I just have touch of a cold,"
squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.
"But Grandmother! What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed.
"The better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.
"The better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.
Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.
She ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help! Wolf!" as loudly as she could.
A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard
her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could.
He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still in one piece."Oh Grandma, I was so scared!" sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again."
"There, there, child. You've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!"
The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn't bother people any longer.
Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.
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Why did mother send Little Red Riding Hood through the forest with wolves? - Yaroslava Nevskaya on vc.ru
Many fairy tales, when deeply immersed in them and read from the perspective of an adult, cause a number of rhetorical questions and reasoning. How can a loving mother take her deeply loving daughter to her grandmother without fail through the forest, without fail alone with delicious-smelling pies through a location where wild animals live?
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A special bow to Charles Perrault for an instructive tale, for sure, it contains a sacred meaning that a rich children's imagination can learn.
In my case, this story happened to a successful entrepreneur friend who decided to find himself in a similar situation as Little Red Riding Hood, but with a more optimistic ending to the story.
My friend is a successful entrepreneur with 18 years of experience (pizza, rolls, sushi, etc.). In general, "food", as he often says to his friends.
Everything was fine, he firmly occupied his niche in Magnitogorsk and scribbled pizza rolls at least a hundred pieces a day.
The business process is debugged to the smallest detail, the staff has been working for a long time, there is no staff turnover, everything is stable and smooth.
Like Little Red Riding Hood's mother, he loved his child immensely and cherished him very much.
Until one day….
Until one day he thought how great it would be to get into the production of stairs and doors, since the construction industry shows a steady growth dynamics, and there is a need for these products among buyers.
And I decided that once you do it, then do it well! And he began to buy various machines (expensive, with complex adjustment), withdrawing money from the food supply.
Next came the hiring of staff, their training, the rental of premises for production, marketers, firefighters and other stories that eat up his budget like a pack of hungry wolves attacking rabbits.
The budget was losing weight rapidly and inexorably, the situation was exacerbated by competitors and market changes, leading to financial difficulties and holes in the thinner profits.
And everything seemed to be fine, exactly until the moment when the girl, according to our dramatic fairy tale, entered the dense forest to the wolves.
It turned out to be a complete surprise for the entrepreneur that in order to maintain a monthly production, albeit small, but base, establish sales markets and pour hundreds of thousands into the advertising budget, this requires at least a dredging hose for docking with the Crimean oil pipeline, and not plastic tube for fruit smoothies.
The profit of the old direction was sucked out to the last drop, and when the tube gave a long whistle, indicating the complete draining of the contents of the glass. An entrepreneur has an idea... Take out a loan…
Until his economist told him: “Oh, Vanya, I see your impulses to conquer the summit of Everest in summer shales, but let's face reality. We don’t export… We don’t have enough budget surplus, and at this rate you run the risk of being left with a nose like Pinocchio, made by your expensive woodworking machine.” The economist calculated for him how much he needed in tons of money, and the glasses of the entrepreneur's pink dream began to break against the cast-iron matrix of reality.
And the entrepreneur would have gone bankrupt, like a fairy tale in which Little Red Riding Hood was eaten by wolves, BUT ... in our story with a happy ending.
Fortunately! My friend heeded the call of common sense and the lumberjack-economist, who brought the hero out of the dense forest in time and did not let the wolf eat him.
In this story, it makes no sense to understand why the entrepreneur decided to take up an unfamiliar direction for him, how and why the mother sent her daughter to the forest with wolves.
Surely each of them was guided by exceptionally good intentions.
Although, to be honest, I think that if instead of “mother” in the fairy tale “Little Red Riding Hood” there was “stepmother”, then the puzzles would be formed and it would be possible to justify the actions of the hated stepmother to get rid of her stepdaughter by sending her to the forest.
But that's a completely different story!
Peace and prosperity to all!
Little Red Riding Hood. Read fairy tale by Charles Perrault
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Charles Perrault
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more.
For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red cap. Since then, the girl went everywhere in it. Neighbors talked about her like this:
- Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!
Once a mother baked a pie and said to her daughter:
– Go, Little Red Riding Hood, to grandma, bring her a pie and a pot of butter and find out if she is healthy.
Little Red Riding Hood got ready and went to her grandmother.
She is walking through the forest, and towards her is a gray wolf.
– Where are you going. Red Riding Hood? Wolf asks.
– I go to my grandmother and bring her a pie and a pot of butter.
– Does your grandmother live far away?
“Far away,” answers Little Red Riding Hood. - Over there in that village, behind the mill, in the first house from the edge.
– Okay, Wolf says, I want to visit your grandmother too. I'll go down this road, and you go down that one. Let's see which one of us comes first.
The Wolf said this and ran as fast as he could along the shortest path.
And Little Red Riding Hood went along the longest road. She walked slowly, stopping along the way, picking flowers and collecting them in bouquets. Before she had even reached the mill, the Wolf had already galloped up to her grandmother's house and was knocking on the door:
Knock-knock!
- Who's there? Grandma asks.
- It's me, your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood, - answers the Wolf, - I came to visit you, I brought a pie and a pot of butter.
And the grandmother was sick at that time and lay in bed. She thought it was really Little Red Riding Hood and called out:
“Pull the string, my child, and the door will open!”
The wolf pulled the string - the door opened.
The wolf rushed at the grandmother and swallowed her at once. He was very hungry because he had not eaten anything for three days. Then he closed the door, lay down on his grandmother's bed and began to wait for Little Red Riding Hood.
Soon she came and knocked:
– Knock knock!
– Who is there? Wolf asks.
And his voice is rough, hoarse.
Little Red Riding Hood was frightened, but then she thought that her grandmother was hoarse from a cold, and answered:
– It's me, your granddaughter. I brought you a pie and a pot of butter!
The wolf cleared his throat and said more subtly:
Pull the string, my child, and the door will open.
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the rope-door and opened it. The girl entered the house, and the Wolf hid under the covers and said:
- Granddaughter, put the pie on the table, put the pot on the shelf, and lie down next to me!
Little Red Riding Hood lay down next to the Wolf and asked:
– Grandmother, why do you have such big hands?
- This is to hug you tighter, my child.
– Grandmother, why do you have such big ears?
– To hear better, my child.
– Grandmother, why do you have such big eyes?
– To see better, my child.
– Grandmother, why do you have such big teeth?
– And this is to eat you faster, my child!
Before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the Wolf rushed at her and swallowed her.
