Showing posts with label princess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label princess. Show all posts

Monday, September 9, 2013

Folk Tale Story - The Most Beautiful Princess

   This is a Folk tale story from Brazil. Brazil is the largest country in South America. Brazil is very well-known for its culture and the game ‘Football’. The world biggest river Amazon and the Amazon Rain-forest is here. This Brazilian folk tale story is collected from the folk tale story book named, “Tales of Giants from Brazil”. This book was written by- Elsie Spicer Eells, published- 1918.
folk tale story-the most beautiful princess
The Most Beautiful Princess

   The Most Beautiful Princess (Part-2)

  - A Folk tale story from Brazil

 

   The king was astonished at the fisherman’s words, for he had not thought that a poor fisherman like him knew many princesses. However, he allowed him to depart in search of the princess.

   Then the prince hurried home and once more walked toward the forest by the same path he had gone the day he went in search of the hare for his father’s hare soup. He soon found the place where the hare had crossed his path, and he did his best to remember the way they had followed as he pursued her into the forest.

   In the forest he saw evidences of what looked like a flood. The water had washed away every trace of the entrance of the cave. He dug and dug at the place where he thought it would to be. He found nothing which seemed like the cave’s entrance.
   The prince dug and dug at a new place near by and soon he found his way shut by a massive door. The entrance to the cave was securely shut by it. The prince knocked at the door with all his might.

   Soon the door was opened a tiny bit and the face of a little old woman looked out. “I am the nurse of the princess,” she said. “I think you are the prince she was expecting to return to deliver her from all the terrible misfortunes which have befallen her.”

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Folk Tale - The Most Beautiful Princess

   This is a Folk tale from Brazil. Brazil is the largest country in South America. Brazil is very well-known for its culture and the game ‘Football’. The world biggest river Amazon and the Amazon Rain-forest is here. This Brazilian folk tale is collected from the folk tale story book named, “Tales of Giants from Brazil”. This book was written by- Elsie Spicer Eells, published- 1918.
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The Most Beautiful Princes

The Most Beautiful Princess - Part 1

      - A Folk Tale from Brazil

    
   Long ago there was a king who was very ill. He wanted a hare killed to make him some soup. His only son, the prince, set out to find one a hare. As the prince walked along the path to the forest a pretty little hare ran out of the hedge and crossed his path. He at once started in following. The hare was a very swift runner. The prince followed the hare into the deep forest. Suddenly the hare ran into a hole in the ground. The prince kept in sight of her and soon found to his fear that he was in a big cave. At the very rear of the cave there was the most enormous giant he had ever seen in his life.

   The prince was terribly frightened. “Oh, ho!” said the giant in such a deep savage voice that the cave echoed and re-echoed with his words. “You thought you will catch my little hare, did you? Well, I have caught you instead!”

   The giant seized the prince in one of his huge hands and tossed him lightly into a box at one end of the cave. He put the cover on the box and locked it down with a big key. The prince could get only a tiny bit of air through a little hole in the top, and he thought that he never could live. Hours passed, sometimes the prince slept, but more often he lay there thinking about his sick father and what he could ever do to get out of the box and back once more to his father’s side.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

A Fairy tale story

a fairy tale story-hans christian andersen

    The real Princess

A Fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen

   There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. The Prince was traveled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady. But there was always something wrong with him. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses. It was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. 
   At last he returned to his palace alone with quite depress, because he wished so much to have a real Princess as his wife.
   One evening a fearful thunderstorm arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was a very dark night. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door. The King, the Prince's father went out himself to open the door.
   It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind. She was in a miserable condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said that, she was a real Princess.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

A Tale from the Arabian Nights

Aladdin and the Magic Lamp - part 2

  (A Tale from the Arabian Nights)

     One day Aladdin walked to the market he saw sultan’s daughter passing by on her elephant. Her name was jasmine.  The princess was so lovely. She had long hair as black as the night. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were red. The princess looked so beautiful and Aladdin fell in love with her at first sight. He vowed to make her his bride. When Aladdin reached home he told his mother about princess Jasmine. He told her mother, he loved the princess so deeply that he could not live without her, and wanted to merry the princess. On hearing this, Aladdin’s mother burst out laughing, but Aladdin at last prevailed upon her to go before the Sultan and carry his request. Aladdin’s mother wrapped the jewels; Aladdin had brought from the cave, in a silk cloth to gift to the sultan
     The grand-vizier (minister) and the lords of council had just gone in as she entered the hall and placed herself in front of the Sultan. He, however, took no notice of her. She went every day for a week, and stood in the same place. When the council broke up on the sixth day the Sultan asked to his vizier about the woman and told him to call the lady next day.