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       Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the 

flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, 

a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the 

window was made of black ebony. And whilst she was 

sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she 

pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of 

blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked pretty 

upon the white snow, and she thought to herself, 

would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as 

blood, and as black as the wood of the window-frame.

Soon after that she had a little daughter, who was as white 

as snow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black as 

ebony, and she was therefore called little snow-white. And 

when the child was born, the queen died. 

After a year had passed the king took to himself another wife. 

She was a beautiful woman, but proud and haughty, and she 

could not bear that anyone else chould surpass her in beauty. 

She had a wonderful looking-glass, and when she stood in 

front of it and looked at herself in it, and said, looking-glass, 

looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all. 

But snow-white was growing up, and grew more and more 

beautiful, and when she was seven years old she was as 

beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the queen 

herself. And once when the queen asked her looking-glass, 

looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is 

the fairest of all. 

Whenever she looked 

at snow-white, her 

heart heaved in her 

breast, she hated the 

girl so much. And envy 

and pride grew higher 

and higher in her heart 

like a weed, so that she 

had no peace day or night. 

She called a huntsman, and 

said, take the child away into 

the forest. I will no longer 

have her in my sight. Kill her, 

and bring me back her lung and 

liver as a token.

The huntsman obeyed, and took her away but when he had 

drawn his knife, and was about to pierce snow-white's 

innocent heart, she began to weep, and said, ah dear 

huntsman, leave me my life. I will run away into the wild 

forest, and never come home again. 

She ran as long as her feet would go until it was almost evening, 

then she saw a little cottage and went into it to rest herself. 

Everything in the cottage was small, but neater and cleaner than 

can be told. There was a table on which was a white cover, and 

seven little plates, and on each plate a little spoon, moreover, there 

were seven little knives and forks, and seven little mugs. Against 

the wall stood seven little beds side by side, and covered with 

snow-white counterpanes. 

When it was quite dark the owners of the cottage came back. They were 

seven dwarfs who dug and delved in the mountains for ore. They lit their seven 

candles, and as it was now light within the cottage they saw that someone had been 

there, for everything was not in the same order in which they had left it. But the 

seventh when he looked at his bed saw little snow-white, who was lying asleep 

therein. And he called the others, who came running up, and they cried out with 

astonishment, and brought their seven little candles and let the light fall on little snow-

white. Oh, heavens, oh, heavens, cried they, what a lovely child. And they were so 

glad that they did not wake her up, but let her sleep on in the bed. And the seventh 

dwarf slept with his companions, one hour with each, and so passed the night.

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