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«Mother Hulda» in Italian

Madama Holle

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✒ Author
📖 Pages3
⏰ Reading time 10 minutes
💡 Originally published1812
🌏 Original language German
📌 Type Fairy tale
📌 Genres Children's literature, Adventure, Parable

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Una vedova aveva due figlie, una bella e laboriosa, l'altra brutta e pigra. Ma ella preferiva di gran lunga quest'ultima, perché‚ era la sua vera figlia, e all'altra toccava tutto il lavoro come alla Cenerentola di casa. Ella doveva sedere ogni giorno accanto a una fontana, sulla strada maestra, e filare finché‚ le sprizzava il sangue dalle dita. Un giorno che la conocchia era tutta insanguinata, ella si chinò sulla fonte per lavarla; ma la conocchia le sfuggì di mano e le cadde in acqua. Piangendo corse dalla matrigna e le raccontò la disgrazia, ma quella la rimproverò aspramente e le disse con durezza: "Se hai lasciato cadere la conocchia, va' a ripescarla!" Allora la fanciulla ritornò alla fontana e non sapeva che fare, così, nell'affanno, ci saltò dentro. Quando ritornò in s‚, si trovò in un bel prato dove splendeva il sole e c'erano fiori a migliaia. S'incamminò per il prato e giunse a un forno pieno di pane; ma il pane gridò: "Ah, tirami fuori, tirami fuori, altrimenti brucio! Sono cotto da un pezzo!" Allora ella si accostò e tirò fuori i pani. Poi andò avanti e giunse a un albero carico di mele che le gridò: "Ah, scuotimi, scuotimi! noi mele siamo tutte mature!" Ella scosse l'albero e cadde una pioggia di mele, e continuò a scuotere finché‚ sulla pianta non ne rimase nessuna, poi proseguì la sua strada. Finalmente arrivò a una casetta da cui spiava una vecchia con dei denti così lunghi che ella s'impaurì e voleva fuggire. Ma la vecchia le gridò: "Non aver paura, cara bambina, resta con me; se sbrigherai per bene tutte le faccende di casa, ti troverai contenta. Devi soltanto badare a rifarmi bene il letto e a sprimacciarlo con cura di modo che le piume volino. Allora sulla terra nevicherà. Io sono Madama Holle." La vecchia le parlava con tanta bontà che la fanciulla accettò la proposta ed entrò al suo servizio. Provvedeva a ogni cosa con soddisfazione della padrona e le sprimacciava sempre il letto con molta energia. Perciò ella viveva bene con la vecchia: mai una parola aspra e tutti i giorni lesso e arrosto. Rimase con Madama Holle per un certo periodo di tempo, poi il suo cuore si fece triste e, anche se lì stava mille volte meglio che a casa, provava tuttavia desiderio di tornarvi. Finalmente disse alla vecchia: "Sento nostalgia di casa mia e, anche se qui sto tanto bene, non posso rimanere." Madama Holle disse: "Hai ragione, e poiché‚ mi hai servita così fedelmente, ti riporterò su io stessa." La prese per mano e la condusse davanti a un grosso portone. Il portone fu aperto e, mentre la fanciulla era là sotto, cadde una gran pioggia d'oro, e l'oro le rimase attaccato e la ricoprì tutta. "Te lo sei meritato perché‚ sei stata così diligente," disse Madama Holle, e le rese anche la conocchia che le era caduta nella fontana. Poi il portone fu chiuso e la fanciulla si trovò sulla terra non lontano dalla casa di sua madre; e quando entrò nel cortile, il gallo sul pozzo strillò:
A widow had two daughters; one was pretty and industrious, the other was ugly and lazy. And as the ugly one was her own daughter, she loved her much the best, and the pretty one was made to do all the work, and be the drudge of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well on the high road and spin until her fingers bled. Now it happened once that as the spindle was bloody, she dipped it into the well to wash it; but it slipped out of her hand and fell in. Then she began to cry, and ran to her step-mother, and told her of her misfortune; and her stepmother scolded her without mercy, and said in her rage: "As you have let the spindle fall in, you must go and fetch it out again!" Then the girl went back again to the well, not knowing what to do, and in the despair of her heart she jumped down into the well the same way the spindle had gone. After that she knew nothing; and when she came to herself she was in a beautiful meadow, and the sun was shining on the flowers that grew round her. And she walked on through the meadow until she came to a baker's oven that was full of bread; and the bread called out to her: "Oh, take me out, take me out, or I shall burn; I am baked enough already!" Then she drew near, and with the baker's peel she took out all the loaves one after the other. And she went farther on till she came to a tree weighed down with apples, and it called out to her: "Oh, shake me, shake me, we apples are all of us ripe!" Then she shook the tree until the apples fell like rain, and she shook until there were no more to fall; and when she had gathered them together in a heap, she went on farther. At last she came to a little house, and an old woman was peeping out of it, but she had such great teeth that the girl was terrified and about to run away, only the old woman called her back. "What are you afraid of, my dear child? Come and live with me, and if you do the house-work well and orderly, things shall go well with you. You must take great pains to make my bed well, and shake it up thoroughly, so that the feathers fly about, and then in the world it snows, for I am Mother Hulda." As the old woman spoke so kindly, the girl took courage, consented, and went to her work. She did everything to the old woman's satisfaction, and shook the bed with such a will that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes: and so she led a good life, had never a cross word, but boiled and roast meat every day. When she had lived a long time with Mother Hulda, she began to feel sad, not knowing herself what ailed her; at last she began to think she must be home-sick; and although she was a thousand times better off than at home where she was, yet she had a great longing to go home. At last she said to her mistress: "I am homesick, and although I am very well off here, I cannot stay any longer; I must go back to my own home." Mother Hulda answered: "It pleases me well that you should wish to go home, and, as you have served me faithfully, I will undertake to send you there!" She took her by the hand and led her to a large door standing open, and as she was passing through it there fell upon her a heavy shower of gold, and the gold hung all about her, so that she was covered with it. "All this is yours, because you have been so industrious," said Mother Hulda; and, besides that, she returned to her her spindle, the very same that she had dropped in the well. And then the door was shut again, and the girl found herself back again in the world, not far from her mother's house; and as she passed through the yard the cock stood on the top of the well and cried:
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