What did little red riding hood have in her basket

Briana's Playroom - Fairy Tales

In a small village at the edge of a big forest lived a little girl and her mother. The girl had a red, velvet riding cloak with a hood that her grandmother had made for her. She looked so pretty in the cloak and wore it so often, that everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day, Little Red Riding Hood's mother said, "Take this basket of bread and buter to your grandmother's house for me. Your grandmother has not been feeling well and has not been able to cook for herself. "

Now the grandmother's house was on the other side of the forest. Little Red Riding Hood knew the way through the forest, because she went there often. She wasn't afraid. But her mother knew that the forest could be dangerous. "Go quickly," she said. "And stay on the path."

"I will," said Little Red Riding Hood. And off she went, carrying the basket of bread and butter.

She had not gone far when she saw a wolf.

"Good morning, Mr. Wolf," said Little Red Riding Hood.

"Where are you going?" the wolf asked. "And what do you have in your basket?"

"I am going to my grandmother's house," said Little Red Riding Hood. "I am taking her this bread and butter because she has been sick."

Now the wolf hadn't eaten in several days. Bread and butter would make a tasty snack, thought the wolf, but what I really want to eat is a tasty little girl! And I have a plan.

"Since your grandmother has been sick, perhaps she would like a bouquet of wildflowers too," suggested the wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood looked around. The forest was filled with wildflowers of all colors. "Why, that's a lovely idea, Mr. Wolf," said Little Red Riding Hood. "But my mother did tell me not to stray off the path . . ."

"Well," said the wolf, "I'm certain that if your mother had thought about a bouquet of wildflowers, she would have agreed to let you pick some. Why don't you start with those red ones over there?"

"All right," said Little Red Riding Hood, and she left the path through the forest to wander under the trees looking for flowers.

When the wolf raced down the path to the house where Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived, he caught his breath and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" called the grandmother.

"It's Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf in a high, squeaky voice. "I've brought you some bread and butter."

"Then lift the latch and come in, dear," said the grandmother. She was tucked into bed and did not want to get up. But when the door opened and the wolf walked in, she sat straight up and then fainted from fright.

The wolf was not interested in eating the old woman, only Little Red Riding Hood. So he rolled the grandmother under the bed. He put on her lacy nightcap and jumped into her bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. The he waited for Little Red Riding Hood to arrive.

When Little Red Riding Hood had picked enough wildflowers, she found the path and went on her way to her grandmother's house. She knocked at the door.

"Who is it?" called the wolf in his best grandmother voice.

"It's Little Red Riding Hood," answered the girl. "I've brought you some bread and butter and a bouquet of wildflowers. "

"Lift the latch and come right in, dear," said the wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood went inside. "Come closer, my dear," said the wolf. Little Red Riding Hood went closer, but not too close.

"My goodness, Grandmother," she said. "What big eyes you have!"

"The better to see you with, my dear," said the wolf.

"And what big teeth you have, Grandmother," said Little Red Riding Hood.

The better to eat you with!" cried the wolf. He sprang out of bed and tried to grab the little girl, but she was too quick for him. She dropped her basket and ran out the door.

A hunter who was passing through the forest saw Little Red Riding Hood run outside with the wolf close behind her. The hunter chased the wolf deep into the forest. When the hunter came back, he went inside with Little Red Riding Hood to help her look for her grandmother. They found her standing beside her bed, looking quite shaken.

"The danger is over now," said the hunter.

"The hunter chased the wolf away!" cried Little Red Riding Hood.

"Thank you for saving Little Red Riding Hood, sir," Grandmother said to the hunter. "Please stay and join us for tea."

So the hunter sat down with Little Red Riding Hood, and her grandmother and drank tea and ate bread and butter. The bouquet of wildflowers looked lovely on the table. And Little Red Riding Hood never strayed off the path in the forest again.

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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ON , which for some reason did not like to walk in a direct and short way. She always chose the longest and most winding road. And if her mother sent her somewhere on an errand, then she had to wait a very long time. The girl could spend hours wandering around the surrounding meadows and forests, picking flowers and berries and singing songs. And she loved to talk to everyone who met her on the way, even complete strangers. And it often happened that she returned home only when it was getting dark.
But the mother did not scold her daughter, who, although she never took a shortcut, was a kind, affable and courteous girl. However, she was very worried that the girl might get lost and no one would find her. Therefore, the grandmother gave her granddaughter a red cap so that she could be seen even from afar. And soon everyone, even mother and grandmother, began to call the girl Little Red Riding Hood.
Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived on the other side of the forest, through which a long winding path led to her house. Every week, Little Red Riding Hood and her mother visited her grandmother and brought her a basket of gifts. Grandmother loved her lovely granddaughter very much and every time she looked forward to her, sitting by the window, and, as soon as she saw her, waved her hand happily.
But one day my grandmother fell ill, and it was urgent to bring her a tincture of wild berries. Little Red Riding Hood's mother was very busy with housework and could not visit her grandmother herself. And she was afraid to send Little Red Riding Hood alone. Surely the girl will turn off the path, begin to pick flowers and forget about everything in the world. What if she does not have time to get to her grandmother's house before dark? After all, at night no one will see her red cap, and she will get lost in the forest thicket.
What to do? Grandmother was very sick, and only a tincture of wild berries could cure her. Then my mother decided to go to the trick. She called Little Red Riding Hood and said:
- Listen, Little Red Riding Hood, today you will go alone to your grandmother. The girl clapped her hands in joy.
- But first I have to tell you something terrible. Know that an evil wolf has appeared in our district.
She looked at Little Red Riding Hood, was she scared?
- Wolf? Little Red Riding Hood was surprised. - And who is this?
Silly, it's a scary beast. He roams the dark forest looking for little girls who don't take shortcuts.
Little Red Riding Hood was seriously frightened.
- But you can easily avoid meeting him, - Mom said, - follow the path and don't turn anywhere.
And most importantly, don't stop anywhere and with anyone.
“Then I won’t go alone,” the girl whispered in fear.
- But someone has to take a tincture of wild berries to a sick grandmother, and I can't tear myself away from work today. Don't be afraid. If you do everything as I told you, you have nothing to fear from the wolf.
Little Red Riding Hood obediently took the basket where her mother put the tincture of wild berries, a jar of jam and a plum pie, and sighed. The girl loved her grandmother very much, and her grandmother's illness grieved her, but she did not at all want to go alone through the forest, where the evil wolf roamed.
Little Red Riding Hood quickly, trying not to look around, went along the forest path. Very beautiful flowers grew all around, but she did not even look at them. The day was wonderful. Birds fluttered from branch to branch and wondered why this little friend did not even notice them. And Little Red Riding Hood was not up to them. She walked and said to herself: “It’s not far, it remains to go just a little bit.” But what is that blushing there by the path? What a ripe strawberry! Little Red Riding Hood was about to pass by, but remembered that her mother had not said anything about strawberries. The girl stopped, leaned over and picked one berry from a bush. Nothing bad happened. The wolf was nowhere to be seen. Only the birds continued to sing in the tops of the trees and the flowers swayed in the green grass. Little Red Riding Hood has never eaten such sweet strawberries. It is a pity that only one berry grew here.
Oh no! Stepping aside, Little Red Riding Hood found another strawberry bush, then a second, then a third.
The girl completely forgot about her fear and the evil wolf. Gathering ripe and sweet berries, she went further and further into the forest.
“Hello, girl,” she suddenly heard behind her.
Little Red Riding Hood turned around and saw a shaggy, but quite good-natured creature.
- Oh, how you scared me. I already thought that you were that terrible wolf.
Wolf chuckled to himself. It has never happened before that someone did not recognize him.
- What a wolf I am! I'm just a humble forest dweller. Where are you going with this basket?
– I am in a hurry to visit my grandmother. She's sick and I have to take the medicine to her.
The wolf, who at first wanted to immediately eat the girl, suddenly changed his mind.
– And where does your esteemed grandmother live?
- Right behind the forest, where the path ends.
As soon as she said this, the wolf disappeared behind the trees and ran straight to the grandmother's house.
Little Red Riding Hood was a little surprised that the shaggy gentleman left without saying goodbye, but she had no time to think.
Remembering her mother's order, she found a path and, timidly looking around, walked on.
Meanwhile, the wolf, which had run straight through the forest, ran to the grandmother's house and knocked three times.
- Who's there? Grandma asked in a weak voice.
- It's me, your granddaughter Little Red Riding Hood, - answered the Wolf.
- Come in baby.
The wolf broke into the house and, before the grandmother had time to come to her senses, swallowed her in an instant. Then he put on his grandmother's cap, lay down on her bed and pulled the blanket over his ears. Soon Little Red Riding Hood came up to the house and, suspecting nothing, knocked on the door.
- Grandma, it's me, your Little Red Riding Hood! I brought you a wild berry tincture, jam and a pie.
- The door is open! Wolf growled in a hoarse voice. Little Red Riding Hood entered the house and, seeing her grandmother, was very surprised.
– Grandma, what a rough voice you have!
- Of course, rude, because I'm sick, - Wolf croaked. “Come closer, my child.
Little Red Riding Hood put the basket of goodies on the floor and timidly approached. Grandma looked very strange today.
- Oh, grandmother, what big hands you have!
The wolf quickly hid his shaggy paws under the covers.
- This is to hug you tighter, Little Red Riding Hood! Come closer.
– But grandmother, why do you have such big ears?
- To hear you better, Little Red Riding Hood. Well, sit next to me.
– Oh, grandma, why do you have such big eyes?
“To see you better, Little Red Riding Hood,” the Wolf muttered impatiently.
“Oh, grandma,” cried Little Red Riding Hood, backing away, “why do you have such big teeth?
- To eat you soon! - Wolf growled, jumped out from under the feather bed, snapped his teeth and swallowed the girl along with her red cap. Then he lay back on the bed and snored.
Luckily, a forester passed by. He already noticed from a distance that something was wrong: the doors of the house were wide open, and loud snoring could be heard from there. The forester removed the double-barreled shotgun from his shoulder and crept up to the window. He almost screamed when he saw a wolf lying on his grandmother's bed with a swollen belly. Without hesitation, the forester ran into the house, pulled out a hunting knife from his belt and instantly cut open the belly of the wolf. Little Red Riding Hood jumped out of there, followed by Grandma. Oh, how dark it was in the belly of the wolf! It’s scary to even think what would have happened if the brave and resourceful forester had not come on time. Since then they lived happily. There were no more evil wolves in the forest, and one could walk along the path without fear of anyone. Little Red Riding Hood could now stop as much as she liked along the way and even walk in the dark forest. However, now she did not do this anymore: from that time on, she always took the shortest route.

Little Red Riding Hood from different authors. FULL VERSION!

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At half past twelve from the northwest, from the direction of the village of Chmarovka, a young lady of about twenty-eight entered Stargorod. The stray Gray Wolf ran after her.
- Aunt! he shouted cheerfully. - Give me a pie!
The girl took out a poured apple from her pocket and gave it to a homeless person, but he did not lag behind. Then the girl stopped, looked ironically at the Wolf and exclaimed:0086 — Maybe I can give you another key to the apartment where grandma sleeps?
The presumptuous Wolf realized the groundlessness of his claims and immediately fell behind.

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

Volkolnikov woke up on a gloomy summer morning, in his cold corner room. His mood was gloomy. The constant financial difficulties caused by expensive metropolitan life, the scarcity of food sometimes brought him to a complete disgust for life. The only way to save his position seemed to him theft. Raising money was easy. It was known that a certain person regularly walks through the forest. Having known sums in the basket under the pies. He made up his mind. By some strange intuition, leaving the house, he put an ax under the sheepskin coat.
A silhouette appeared on the dark path. Volkolnikov rushed to him, trying to snatch the basket from his hands. A fight ensued. The forces turned out to be unequal, Volkolnikov felt that he was about to be tied down. Then he pulled out an ax and thumped twice. The opponent's body went limp.
It turned out that there was no money in the basket. And his opponent was an old woman. Volkolnikov felt that the ground was slipping from under his feet.
Two months later, "Vedomosti" wrote in the section "Incidents" that the body of the missing Volkolnikov surfaced in the Neva.

Mikhail Bulgakov

“Meanwhile, my grandmother has already spilled the oil,” said the magician.
"Now we'll explain you," Volkov thought, and winking at Ivan behind the magician's back, he took off. Behind the tram tracks, on the wall, was a telephone.
Right at the turnstile, Volkov was frightened by a fidgety gentleman who unexpectedly jumped up from the bench and announced in a cracked voice: “Are you going to the turnstile? Here please!".
Volkov managed to notice the tram, grabbed the turnstile with his hand, suddenly his legs went, and he was irresistibly carried onto the rails . ..
Brakes screeched, windows rattled and a dark, round object jumped and rolled onto the pavement. It was Volkov's head.
The carriage driver, a young girl in red, covered her face with her hands, in which there was not a single blood.

Edgar Allan Poe

At the edge of an old, gloomy forest wrapped in a mysteriously rigid veil, over which dark clouds of ominous vapors hovered and as if a fatal sound of shackles was heard, Little Red Riding Hood lived in mystical horror.

Oscar Wilde

Wolf. Sorry, you don't know my name, but...
Grandmother. Oh, it doesn't matter. In modern society, a good name is enjoyed by those who do not have it. What can I serve?
Wolf. You see... I'm very sorry, but I've come to eat you.
Grandmother. How nice. You are a very witty gentleman.
Wolf. But I'm serious.
Grandmother. And it gives a special brilliance to your wit.
Wolf. I'm glad you don't take seriously the fact I just told you.
Grandmother. It's bad taste to take serious things seriously these days.
Wolf. What should we take seriously?
Grandmother. Of course, to nonsense. But you are unbearable.
Wolf. When is the Wolf unbearable?
Grandmother. When you get bored with questions.
Wolf. And the woman?
Grandmother. When no one can put her in her place.
Wolf. You are very strict with yourself.
Grandmother. I count on your modesty.
Wolf. You can believe. I won't say a word to anyone (eats her).
Grandmother. (from the belly of the Wolf). It's a pity you were in a hurry. I was just about to tell you a cautionary tale.

Victor Hugo

Little Red Riding Hood trembled. She was alone. She was alone, like a needle in the desert, like a grain of sand among the stars, like a gladiator among poisonous snakes, like a somnambulist in an oven. .. the strong blood of the white conquerors of the North flowed in her veins. So, without batting an eyelid, she lunged at the wolf, dealt him a crushing blow and immediately backed him up with one classic uppercut. The wolf ran in fear. She looked after him, smiling her charming feminine smile.

Yaroslav Gashek

— Eh, what have I done? Wolf muttered. - In a word, I screwed up.

Honoré de Balzac

The wolf reached the grandmother's house and knocked on the door. This door was made in the middle of the 17th century by an unknown master. He carved it from the then fashionable Canadian oak, gave it a classic shape and hung it on iron hinges, which may have been good in their time, but now creak terribly. There were no ornaments or patterns on the door, only in the lower right corner one could see one scratch, which was said to have been made by Celestin de Chavard, Marie Antoinette's favorite and maternal cousin of Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother's grandfather, with his own spur. Otherwise, the door was ordinary, and therefore it is not necessary to dwell on it in more detail.

Erich Maria Remarque.

Come to me,” Wolf said.
Little Red Riding Hood poured two glasses of cognac and sat down on his bed. They inhaled the familiar scent of cognac. There was melancholy and weariness in this cognac - melancholy and weariness of fading twilight. Cognac was life itself.
"Of course," she said. “We have nothing to hope for. I don't have a future.
The wolf was silent. He agreed with her.

Umberto Eco

On August 16, 1968, I purchased a book called "Children's and Household Tales" (Leipzig, printing house: Abel and Müller, 1888). Some brothers Grimm were listed as the author of the translation. A rather poor historical commentary reported that the translators followed verbatim a seventeenth-century edition of a manuscript found in the library of the Melk monastery by the famous member of the French Academy of the seventeenth century, Perrault, who did so much for the historiography of the period of Louis the Great. In a state of nervous excitement, I reveled in a terrifying fairy tale and was so captivated that I myself did not notice how I began to translate, filling out the wonderful large notebooks of the Joseph Gibert company, in which it is so pleasant to write, if, of course, the pen is soft enough. As the reader probably already understood, it was about Little Red Riding Hood.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Many years will pass, and the Wolf, standing at the wall waiting to be shot, will remember that distant evening when Grandmother ate as much arsenic with a cake as would be enough to exterminate a lot of rats. But she, as if nothing had happened, tormented the piano and sang until midnight. Two weeks later, the Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood tried to blow up the tent of the insufferable old woman. They watched with bated breath as a blue light crawled along the cord to the detonator. They both plugged their ears, but in vain, because there was no rumble. When Little Red Riding Hood dared to go inside, hoping to find the dead Grandmother, she saw that there was more than enough life in her: an old woman in a tattered shirt and a burnt wig rushed back and forth, clogging the fire with a blanket.

Guy de Maupassant

The wolf met her. He examined her with that special look that an experienced Parisian libertine throws at a provincial coquette who is still trying to pass herself off as innocent. But he believes in her innocence no more than herself, and as if he already sees how she undresses, how her skirts fall one after another, and she remains only in a shirt, under which the sweet forms of her body are outlined.

Boris Akunin

Erast Petrovich Fandorin, an official for special assignments under the Moscow governor-general, a 6th class person, holder of Russian and foreign orders, turned inside out. The hut smelled of blood and offal. Near his polished English boots lay the prostrate body of Babushkina's maiden, Stepanida Ivanovna, 89 years old. This information, as well as the definition of the craft of the deceased, was gleaned from a children's book, which lay neatly on her open chest. There was nothing more neat in the posthumous appearance of the girl Babushkina.

Mikhail Zoshchenko

... But I also know a lady. Lives in Forest Lane. Citizen Krasnoshapnikova. She is very pretty and wears pantyhose.
Somehow she had to go through the forest. Her grandmother invited her to visit. I had a basket with me - redicules are out of fashion these days. And there - milk, pies. Maybe something hot. Vodka, let's say. Or Calvados.
And Volkov lived near the forest. Worthless man. He was an alcoholic. And immoral. He had recently sold his boots and was now wearing galoshes on his bare feet.
So Krasnoshapnikova stumbles upon him and says:
— By the way, you surprise me, citizen Volkov, and what do you think! I won't give you vodka!
Here Volkov somehow droops and loses heart. He gets very upset. It melts before our eyes and there is nothing to look at. He actually thought of breaking with the vulgar past, stepped barefoot on the path of correction. He was in a hurry to pay a strong compliment to the citizen Krasnoshapnikova about the good looks.
And she comes across such rudeness on her part. And it throws him back in Evonian evolution indefinitely.
This is how bad manners of citizens affect the ethics of our young republic.
I'm sick of it. Ugh!

Daniil Harms

Two lumberjacks went hunting
And the grandmother of snouts undermined
K. Sh. Pies in the swamp
and the wolf with a fright fell under the ax