The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a little girl-a very cute and beautiful little girl. But she has to walk barefoot in summer because she is very poor. In winter, she dragged a pair of heavy wooden shoes and the backs of her feet were worn red, which was very uncomfortable.

In the middle of the village lived an elderly female shoemaker. Using old red cloth, she sat down and tried her best to sew out a pair of small shoes. These shoes look rather dumb, but her intentions are very good, because they are sewn for this little girl. The little girl's name is Karen.

On the day her mother was buried, she got these red shoes. This is the first time she wore it. Indeed, this is not something to wear in mourning; but she has no other shoes to wear. So she stuck a pair of little bare feet in and walked behind a simple coffin.

Suddenly a big old car drove over. There was an elderly lady in the car. She saw this little girl and felt sorry for her, so she said to the pastor (Note: In old Europe, orphans had no homes, so they were taken care of by the local pastor.):

"Leave this little girl to me, I will treat her well!"

Andersen's Fairy Tales

Karen thought it was because of her red shoes. But the old lady said that red shoes were annoying, so she burned these shoes. But now Karen was wearing neat and neat clothes. She learns to read and do needlework, and others say she is cute. But her mirror said: "You are not only cute; you are simply beautiful."

Once the queen traveled across the country; she took her little daughter together, and this was a princess. The people all flocked to the gate of the palace to see, Karen was among them. The little princess was wearing a beautiful white dress, standing in the window, let everyone see her. She was neither dragging her back nor wearing a golden crown, but she was wearing a pair of gorgeous red tanned leather shoes. Compared to the shoes that the female shoemaker made for Little Karen, these shoes are of course much more beautiful. Nothing in the world can compare with red shoes!

Karen is now very big and can be trusted. She will wear new clothes; she will also wear new shoes. A wealthy shoemaker in the city measured her little feet—this was done in his own shop, in a small room of his own. There are many large glass shelves, which are displayed with many neat shoes and shiny boots. It's all beautiful, but the old lady's eyes can't see clearly, so she's not interested. Among the many shoes was a pair of red shoes; it was exactly the same as the pair worn by the princess. How beautiful they are! The shoemaker said that these shoes were made for a lady of the earl, but they did not fit her feet.

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

"Yes, shine!" Karen said.

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

Everyone is looking at her feet. When she walked towards the entrance of the holy choir in the church, she felt like the statues on the tombstones, the priests wearing hard collars and black robes, and the portraits of their wives staring at her pair. Red shoes. The pastor put his hand on her head, talking about the sacred baptism, her vows with God, and the duty of being a Christian. At this time, she only thought of her shoes. The organ played solemn music, the sweet voices of the children sang hymns, and the old hymn captain was also singing, but Karen only thought of her red shoes.

That afternoon the old lady heard everyone say that the shoes were red. So she said, this is too ridiculous, too out of style. She also said that from now on, Karen must wear black shoes to go to church, even if it is old.

Communion will be held next Sunday. Karen looked at the black shoes, then at the red shoes—and then at the red shoes again, and finally decided to put on the red shoes.

The sun shines very beautifully. Karen and the old lady are walking on the field path. There is dust on the road.

There was a disabled veteran at the door of the church, standing with a cane. He has a very strange long beard. This beard is not so white as it is red-because it is red. He almost bent his waist to the ground; he asked the old lady if he could wipe the dust off her shoes. Karen also stretched out her little feet.

"What a beautiful dance shoe!" said the veteran, "you wear them when you dance!" So he tapped on the sole of the shoe a few times. The old lady gave a few silver coins to the soldier, and then took Karen into the church.

Everyone in the church is looking at Karen's red shoes, and all the portraits are looking at them. When Karen knelt in front of the sacrament table with the golden sacrament cup in her mouth, she only thought of her red shoes-they seemed to float in the sacrament cup in front of her. She forgot to sing hymns; she forgot to pray.

Now everyone is out of the church. The old lady walked into her car, Karen also lifted her foot and stepped into the car. At this moment, the veteran standing nearby said: "What beautiful dancing shoes!"

Karen couldn't stand this compliment: she had to jump a few steps. At the beginning, her legs kept jumping up. These shoes seemed to control her legs. She jumped around a corner of the church—she couldn't stop. The coachman had to run behind her, grabbed her, and carried her into the car. But her feet were still jumping, and she kicked the kind lady violently. Finally they took off her shoes; in this way, her legs were quiet.

The shoes were placed in a cupboard in the house, but Karen couldn't help but want to take a look.

Now the old lady is lying down too sick; everyone said she probably won't be well. She has to be looked after and taken care of, but this kind of work should not be done by someone else but by Karen. But there was a grand ball in the city at this time, and Karen was invited to it. She looked at the troubled old lady, then at the red shoes-she didn't think it would do any harm to look at it. She put on these shoes-there is no harm in wearing them. But then, she went to the dance party and began to dance.

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

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

"What beautiful dancing shoes!"

At this time she became scared and wanted to throw away the red shoes. But they are fastened tightly. So she pulled her socks, but the shoes had already been born to her feet. She danced and had to jump into the fields and grasslands, in the rain, in the sun, in the night, and in the day. The most terrible thing is to jump at night. She jumped into a church cemetery, but the dead there did not dance: they had better things to do than dancing. She wanted to sit down on a poor man's grave full of tansy, but she couldn't calm down and could not rest. When she jumped to the open door of the church, she saw an Angel in a white robe. Her wings dragged from her shoulders to her feet, her face was solemn and composed, and she held a bright sword in her hand.

"You have to dance!" she said, "Dancing in your red shoes until you are white and chilly, and until your body shrinks into a skeleton. You have to jump from this door to there. At the door of your house. You have to knock on the door where some arrogant children live, so that they can hear you and be afraid of you! You have to dance, and keep dancing!

"Please forgive me!" Karen called.

But she didn't hear Angel's answer, because these shoes took her out of the house, into the field, to the main road and the small road. She has to dance non-stop. One morning she jumped over a doorway she knew very well. There was the sound of singing hymns inside, and people carried out a coffin, 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 was punished by Angel of God.

She was dancing, she had to dance—dancing in the dark night. These shoes took her through the briars of thorns; these things pierced her to blood. She jumped on the wasteland until she jumped to a lonely house. She knew that there was an executioner living here. She tapped her finger on the glass window and said:

"Please come out! Please come out! I can't come in because I am dancing!" The executioner said:

"You may not know who I am? I am the one who chopped off the head of the bad guy. I already feel my axe trembling!"

"Please don't chop off my head," Karen said, "because if you do, then I can't confess my sins. But please chop off my feet in red shoes!"

So she told her guilt. The executioner chopped off her feet in red shoes. But this pair of shoes took her little feet into the field, and jumped into the dark forest.

He matched her with a pair of wooden feet and a cane, and at the same time taught her a hymn often sung by death row prisoners. She kissed the hand holding the axe, and then walked to the wasteland.

"I have suffered a lot for these red shoes," she said. "Now I am going to the church so that people can see me."

So she quickly walked towards the door of the church, but when she got there, the red shoes were dancing in front of her, making her scared. So she walked back.

A whole week passed in sorrow, she shed many sad tears. But when Sunday came, she said:

"Oh, I have suffered and struggled long enough! I think I am no different from the people in the church with their heads held up!"

So she went out boldly. But when she just walked to the door of the church, she saw the red shoes dancing in front of her again: at this moment, she became scared, and immediately walked back, and at the same time repented of her sins religiously.

She went to the priest's house and asked to be a servant in his house. She is willing to work diligently and do what she can. She doesn't care about salary; she just wants a place to live with good people. The priest's wife took pity on her and left her to work. She is very hardworking and hardworking. In the evening, when the pastor was reading the Bible aloud, she sat quietly and listened. The children in this family like her. But when they talked about the clothes and the beauty of the queen, she shook her head.

On the second Sunday, the whole family went to church for worship. They asked her if she would also go. With teardrops in her eyes~www.ltnovel.com~, she looked miserably at her cane. So the family listened to God's admonition. Only she went back to her small room alone. It's not too wide here, only one bed and one chair can be placed. She sat here holding a book of hymns, reading the words with a pious heart. Feng'er blew the church organ sound to her. She lifted her face wet with tears and said:

"God, please help me!"

The sun was shining brightly at this time. An Angel in white clothes—the Angel she saw at the church door one night—appeared in front of 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 very high. Wherever she touched, a bright gold star appeared. She touched the wall once, and the wall separated. Then she saw the organ playing music and painted some ancient portraits of the priest and his wife. The worshippers sit in very particular seats, singing the poems from the hymn book. If it is not that the church automatically came to the poor girl in this small room, it is that she has already gone inside the church. She sat on the table with the priest's family. When they finished reading the hymn and looked up, they nodded and said, "Yes, Karen, you are here too!"

"I was forgiven!" she said.

The organ plays music. The children's chorus is very nice and lovely. The bright sun beamed warmly from the window onto Karen's seat. Her heart was filled with so much sunshine, peace and happiness, and it burst later. Her soul floated in the rays of the sun and flew into heaven. No one asked*? Her red shoes.

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