The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a little girl—a very sweet, beautiful little girl. But she had to walk barefoot in summer because she was poor. In winter, she dragged a pair of heavy wooden shoes, and the insteps were worn red, which was very uncomfortable.

In the very middle of the village lived an old shoemaker. She sat down and sewed as best she could a pair of little shoes out of old red cloth. They were rather stupid looking, but she meant well, for they were sewn for the little girl. The little girl's name was Karen.

She got the red shoes on the day her mother was buried. This is her first time wearing it. These were not mourning things, it was true; but she had no other shoes. So she put her little bare feet in, and followed a crude coffin.

Suddenly, a big old car drove up. An elderly lady sat in the car. When she saw the little girl, she felt very sorry for her, so she said to the pastor (Note: In old Europe, orphans had no home, so they were taken care of by the local pastor.):

"Give me the little girl, and I will treat her well!"

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Karen thought it was because of her red shoes. But the old lady said the red shoes were disgusting, so she burned them. But now Karen was dressed neatly and neatly. She learned to read and sew, and everyone said she was cute. But her mirror said, "You're not just lovely; you're simply beautiful."

Once the queen traveled across the country; she took her little daughter with her, and this was a princess. The common people flocked to the gate of the palace to see, and Karen was among them. The little princess stood in the window in a beautiful white dress, and let everyone come and see her. She wore neither trains nor a crown of gold, but she wore splendid red-tanned shoes. They were, of course, far more beautiful than the shoes that the shoemaker had made for little Karen. Nothing in the world can compare to red shoes!

Now Karen is old enough to be confirmed. She will have new clothes to wear; she will also have new shoes. A rich shoemaker in the city had her little feet measured--this was done in a little room of his own in his own shop. There are many large glass shelves, in which many neatly displayed shoes and polished boots. It was all very pretty, but the old lady couldn't see very well, so she wasn't interested. Among these many shoes was a pair of red shoes; it was exactly like the pair worn by the princess. How beautiful they were! The shoemaker said they were made for an earl's lady, but they didn't quite fit her feet.

"It must be made of patent leather," said the old lady, "that's why it shines so brightly!"

"Yes, shine!" said Karen.

The shoes fit her well, so she bought them. But the old lady didn't know it was red, because she would never let Karen be confirmed in a pair of red shoes. But Karen went.

All eyes were on her feet. As she walked toward the door of the choir in the church, it seemed to her that the statues on the headstones, the portraits of priests in stiff collars and black robes, and their wives were all staring at her pair of eyes. red shoes. While the preacher laid his hands on her head, and spoke of the holy baptism, and her covenant with God, and the responsibilities of being a Christian, she thought only of her shoes. The organ played solemnly, and the melodious voices of the children sang hymns, and the old hymn leader sang too, but Karen thought only of her red shoes.

That afternoon the old lady heard everyone say that those shoes were red. So she said it was too much nonsense and indecent. She also said that since then, Karen must wear black shoes when she goes to church, even if they are old.

Holy Communion is to be celebrated the following Sunday. Karen looked at the black shoes, looked at the red shoes—and looked at the red shoes again, and finally decided to wear the red shoes.

The sun shines very beautifully. Karen and the old lady were walking along the path in the field.

There is some dust on the road.

At the door of the church stood a disabled veteran, leaning on a cane. He has a very strange long beard. The beard was not so much white as red—because it was red. He stooped almost to the ground; and he said to the old lady if he would dust her shoes. Karen stuck out her little feet too.

"What beautiful dancing shoes these are!" said the old soldier, "and they are the most suitable for you to wear when you dance!" So he tapped the sole of the shoe a few times with his hand. The old lady gave the soldier a few pennies, and then took Karen into the church.

All the people in the church were looking at Karen's red shoes, and all the portraits were looking at them. When Karen knelt before the altar with the golden chalice in her mouth, she thought only of her red shoes—they seemed to float in the chalice in front of her. She forgot to sing a hymn; she forgot to say a prayer.

Everyone is out of the church now. The old lady went into her car, and Karen stepped into the car too. At this time, the old soldier standing next to him said, "What beautiful dancing shoes!"

Karen couldn't bear the compliment: she was going to take a few steps. As soon as she started, one pair of legs kept jumping up. The shoes seemed to take control of her legs. She danced around the corner of the church—she couldn't stop. The coachman had to run after her, catch her, and carry her into the car. But her feet were still jumping, and she kicked the good lady violently. Finally they took off her shoes; so her legs were quiet.

The shoes were in a cupboard at home, but Karen couldn't resist going to see them.

Now the old lady is lying down very sick; it is said that she will probably never recover. She had to be looked after and cared for, but that kind of work should be done by Karen instead of someone else. But at this time there was a great ball in town, and Karen was invited to it. She looked at the dying old lady, then at the red shoes--she didn't think it would do any harm. She had them on—and it wouldn't hurt to wear them. But then she went to the ball, and began to dance.

But when she was about to turn right, the shoe jumped to the left. When she wanted to go up, the shoes jumped down, down the stairs, all the way to the street and out of the city gate. She danced, and had to dance, into the Black Forest.

There is a light in the woods. She thought it must be the moon, for she saw a face. But this is the old soldier with the red beard. He was sitting, nodding his head, and saying:

"What beautiful dancing shoes!"

Then she became frightened and wanted to throw away the pair of red shoes. But they buckle very tightly. So she tugged on her stocking, but the shoe was already on her foot. She danced, and she had to dance in the fields and meadows, in the rain, in the sun, at night, and in the day. The scariest thing is jumping at night. She danced to a churchyard, but the dead there didn't dance: they had better things to do than dance. She wanted to sit down on a poor man's grave overgrown with wormwood, but she could not be still, nor could she rest. When she jumped to the open door of the church, she saw an angel in a white robe. Her wings trailed from her shoulders to her feet, her face was solemn and composed, and she held a shining sword in her hand.

"You must dance!" she said. "Dance in your red shoes until you are white and cold, until your body shrinks to a skeleton. You will dance from door to door. at the door of the house. Go and knock at the door where some proud children live, so that they will hear you and be afraid of you! Dance and dance!"

"Please spare me!" cried Karen.

But she heard no answer from Angel, for the shoes carried her out into the fields, into the roads and paths. She has to keep dancing. One morning she jumped through a well-known doorway. There was the sound of hymns being sung inside, and a coffin was brought out, decorated with flowers. Only then did she know that the old lady was dead. So she felt that she had been abandoned by everyone and punished by the Angel of God.

She danced, she had to dance -- danced in the dark night. These shoes carried her through the briars of thorns; these things made her bleed. She jumped on the wasteland until she came to a small lonely house. She knew that there lived an executioner here. She tapped her finger on the pane and said at the same time:

"Come out, please! Come out, please! I can't come in, because I'm dancing!" said the executioner:

"Perhaps you don't know who I am? I'm the one who cuts off the heads of bad guys. I can already feel my ax tremble!"

"Please don't cut off my head," said Karen, "for if you do, then I cannot repent of my sin. But please cut off my feet with the red shoes!"

So she confessed her sin. The executioner chopped off her red-shoeed feet. But the shoes carried her little feet across the fields, and into the darkest forest.

He fitted her with wooden feet and a cane, and at the same time taught her a hymn often sung by condemned prisoners. She kissed the hand that held the axe, and then walked out on to the heath.

"I've suffered a lot for the red shoes," she said, "and now I'm going to church so people can see me."

So she went quickly to the church door, but when she got there the red shoes danced before her, and she was frightened. So she walks back.

She passed a whole week in mourning, and shed many sad tears. But when Sunday came, she said:

"Alas, I've suffered and struggled long enough! I guess I'm no different now than those heads held up in church!"

So she went out boldly. But when she had just reached the church door, she saw the red shoes dancing before her again: then she was terrified, and went back at once, while devoutly repenting of her sin.

She went to the vicar's house and asked to be a servant in his house. She is willing to work diligently and do things to the best of her ability. She doesn't care about salary; she just wants a place to live and be with good people. The pastor's wife took pity on her and left her to work. She is very diligent and thoughtful. In the evening, when the pastor read the Bible aloud, she sat quietly and listened. The kids in this family love her. But she shook her head when they talked about dresses and empress-like beauty.

On the second Sunday, the whole family went to church to worship. They asked her if she would like to go too. With tears in her eyes, she glanced miserably at her crutch. So the family went to listen to the admonition of God. Only she went back to her little room alone. It's not too wide here, just fit a bed and a chair. Here she sits with a hymn-book, and reads the words with a devout heart. The wind brought the sound of the church organ to her. She raised her face wet with tears and said:

"God, please help me!"

At this time the sun was shining brightly. An angel in white—the same angel she had seen one night at the church door—appeared before her. But instead of holding the sharp sword in her hand, she held a green branch full of roses. She touched the ceiling with it, and the ceiling rose high. Wherever she touched, a bright golden star appeared. She touched the wall and it parted. Then she saw the organ playing music and some old portraits of priests and their wives. The churchgoers sat in stately seats and sang hymns. If it wasn't that the church came automatically to the poor girl in this tiny room, she was already inside the church. She sat in the pew with the vicar's family. When they finished the hymn and looked up, they nodded and said, "Yes, Karen, you're here too!"

"I was forgiven!" she said.

The organ played music. The children's chorus is very nice and lovely. The bright sunlight shone warmly from the window onto Karen's seat. Her heart was filled with so much sunshine and peace and joy that it burst afterward. Her soul flew into heaven on the rays of the sun. No one asked *? Her pair of red shoes.

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