Grimms Fairy Tales Book 1
written by Ariana Malfoy
This book contains 70 of the 209 tales collected by the brothers Grimm.The exact print source is unknown. The etext appears to be based on the translation by Margaret Hunt called Grimm's Household Tales, but it is not identical to her edition. (Some of the translations are slightly different, the arrangement also differs, and the Grimm's scholarly notes are not included.) Book 2 will have the other stories
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
70
Reads
604
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The Frog King, or Iron Henry
Chapter 1 -
Our Lady's Child
Chapter 2 -
The Story of a Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was
Chapter 3 -
The Wolf and Seven Little Kids
Chapter 4 -
Faithful John
Chapter 5 -
The Good Bargain
Chapter 6 -
The Twelve Brothers
Chapter 7 -
Brother and Sister
Chapter 8 -
Rapunzel
Chapter 9 -
The Three Little Men In The Wood
Chapter 10 -
The Three Spinners
Chapter 11 -
Hansel and Grethel (called Gretel in this version)
Chapter 12 -
The Three Snake - Leaves
Chapter 13 -
The White Snake
Chapter 14 -
The Valiant Little Tailor
Chapter 15 -
Cinderella
Chapter 16 -
The Riddle
Chapter 17 -
Mother Holle
Chapter 18 -
The Seven Ravens
Chapter 19 -
Little Red-Cap
Chapter 20 -
The Singing Bone
Chapter 21 -
The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs
Chapter 22 -
The Girl Without Hands
Chapter 23 -
Clever Hans
Chapter 24 -
The Three Languages
Chapter 25 -
Clever Elsie
Chapter 26 -
The Wishing-Table, The Gold-Ass, and The Cudgel in the Sack
Chapter 27 -
Thumbling
Chapter 28 -
The Elves (two stories)
Chapter 29 -
The Robber Bridegroom
Chapter 30 -
The Godfather
Chapter 31 -
Frau Trude
Chapter 32 -
Godfather Death
Chapter 33 -
Thumbling as Journeyman
Chapter 34 -
Fitcher's Bird
Chapter 35 -
The Juniper-Tree
Chapter 36 -
Old Sultan
Chapter 37 -
The Six Swans
Chapter 38 -
Little Briar-Rose
Chapter 39 -
Fundevogel
Chapter 40 -
King Thrushbeard
Chapter 41 -
Little Snow-White
Chapter 42 -
The Knapsack, The Hat, and The Horn
Chapter 43 -
Rumpelstiltskin
Chapter 44 -
Sweetheart Roland
Chapter 45 -
The Golden Bird
Chapter 46 -
The Two Brothers
Chapter 47 -
The Queen Bee
Chapter 48 -
The Three Feathers
Chapter 49 -
The Golden Goose
Chapter 50 -
Allerleirauh
Chapter 51 -
The Hare's Bride
Chapter 52 -
The Twelve Huntsmen
Chapter 53 -
The Thief and His Master
Chapter 54 -
The Three Sons of Fortune
Chapter 55 -
How Six Men Got On in the World
Chapter 56 -
Gossip Wolf and the Fox
Chapter 57 -
The Pink
Chapter 58 -
The Old Man and His Grandson
Chapter 59 -
The Water-Nix
Chapter 60 -
Brother Lustig
Chapter 61 -
Hans in Luck
Chapter 62 -
Hans Married
Chapter 63 -
The Gold-Children
Chapter 64 -
The Singing, Soaring Lark
Chapter 65 -
The Goose-Girl
Chapter 66 -
The Young Giant
Chapter 67 -
The Elves (another story with that title)
Chapter 68 -
The King of the Golden Mountain
Chapter 69 -
The Raven
Chapter 70
The Elves (two stories)
Chapter 29
There was once a poor servant-girl who was industrious and cleanly
and swept the house every day, and emptied her sweepings on the
great heap in front of the door. One morning when she was just
going back to her work, she found a letter on this heap, and as
she could not read, she put her broom in the corner, and took the
letter to her employers, and behold it was an invitation from
the elves, who asked the girl to hold a child for them at its
christening. The girl did not know what to do, but, at length,
after much persuasion, and as they told her that it was not
right to refuse an invitation of this kind, she consented.
Then three elves came and conducted her to a hollow mountain,
where the little folks lived. Everything there was small, but
more elegant and beautiful than can be described. The baby's
mother lay in a bed of black ebony ornamented with pearls, the
covers were embroidered with gold, the cradle was of ivory, the
bath-tub of gold. The girl stood as godmother, and then wanted
to go home again, but the little elves urgently entreated her to
stay three days with them. So she stayed, and passed the time in
pleasure and gaiety, and the little folks did all they could to
make her happy. At last she set out on her way home. But first
they filled her pockets quite full of money, and then they led
her out of the mountain again. When she got home, she wanted to
to begin her work, and took the broom, which was still standing
in the corner, in her hand and began to sweep. Then some
strangers came out of the house, who asked her who she was, and
what business she had there. And she had not, as she thought,
been three days with the little men in the mountains, but
seven years, and in the meantime her former masters had died.
A certain mother had her child taken out of its cradle by the
elves, and a changeling with a large head and staring eyes,
which would do nothing but eat and drink, lay in its place.
In her trouble she went to her neighbor, and asked her advice.
The neighbour said that she was to carry the changeling into the
kitchen, set it down on the hearth, light a fire, and boil
some water in two egg-shells, which would make the changeling
laugh, and if he laughed, all would be over with him. The
woman did everything that her neighbor bade her. When she put
the egg-shells with water on the fire, goggle-eyes said, I am as
old now as the wester forest, but never yet have I seen anyone
boil anything in an egg-shell. And he began to laugh at it.
Whilst he was laughing, suddenly came a host of little elves, who
brought the right child, set it down on the hearth, and took the
changeling away with them.
and swept the house every day, and emptied her sweepings on the
great heap in front of the door. One morning when she was just
going back to her work, she found a letter on this heap, and as
she could not read, she put her broom in the corner, and took the
letter to her employers, and behold it was an invitation from
the elves, who asked the girl to hold a child for them at its
christening. The girl did not know what to do, but, at length,
after much persuasion, and as they told her that it was not
right to refuse an invitation of this kind, she consented.
Then three elves came and conducted her to a hollow mountain,
where the little folks lived. Everything there was small, but
more elegant and beautiful than can be described. The baby's
mother lay in a bed of black ebony ornamented with pearls, the
covers were embroidered with gold, the cradle was of ivory, the
bath-tub of gold. The girl stood as godmother, and then wanted
to go home again, but the little elves urgently entreated her to
stay three days with them. So she stayed, and passed the time in
pleasure and gaiety, and the little folks did all they could to
make her happy. At last she set out on her way home. But first
they filled her pockets quite full of money, and then they led
her out of the mountain again. When she got home, she wanted to
to begin her work, and took the broom, which was still standing
in the corner, in her hand and began to sweep. Then some
strangers came out of the house, who asked her who she was, and
what business she had there. And she had not, as she thought,
been three days with the little men in the mountains, but
seven years, and in the meantime her former masters had died.
A certain mother had her child taken out of its cradle by the
elves, and a changeling with a large head and staring eyes,
which would do nothing but eat and drink, lay in its place.
In her trouble she went to her neighbor, and asked her advice.
The neighbour said that she was to carry the changeling into the
kitchen, set it down on the hearth, light a fire, and boil
some water in two egg-shells, which would make the changeling
laugh, and if he laughed, all would be over with him. The
woman did everything that her neighbor bade her. When she put
the egg-shells with water on the fire, goggle-eyes said, I am as
old now as the wester forest, but never yet have I seen anyone
boil anything in an egg-shell. And he began to laugh at it.
Whilst he was laughing, suddenly came a host of little elves, who
brought the right child, set it down on the hearth, and took the
changeling away with them.