myself...

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Once upon a time, there lived an unhappy young girl.
Unhappy she was, for her mother was dead,
her father had married another woman,
a widow with two daughters,
and her stepmother didn't like her one little bit.

All the nice things, kind thoughts
and loving touches were for her own daughters.
And not just the kind thoughts and love,
but also dresses, shoes, shawls, delicious food,
comfy beds, as well as every home comfort.
All this was laid on for her daughters.

But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all.
No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No nice rests and comfort.
For she had to work hard all day,
and only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the
fire, near the cinders. That is how she got her nickname,
for everybody called her Cinderella.

Suddenly something amazing happened.
In the kitchen, where Cinderella was sitting all by herself,
there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared.
"Don't be alarmed, Cinderella," said the fairy.
"The wind blew me your sighs
. I know you would love to go to the ball. And so you shall!"

When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the palace, a hush fell.
Everyone stopped in mid-sentence to admire her elegance,
her beauty and grace. "Who can that be?" people asked each other.
The two stepsisters also wondered who the newcomer was.

When the prince set eyes on Cinderella,
he was struck by her beauty.
Walking over to her,
he bowed deeply and asked her to dance.
And to the great disappointment of all the young ladies,
he danced with Cinderella all evening. "Who are you, fair maiden?"
the Prince kept asking her.
But Cinderella only replied:
"What does it matter who I am!
You will never see me again anyway."

When the prince set eyes on Cinderella, he was

struck by her beauty. Walking over to her, he

bowed deeply and asked her to dance. And to

the great disappointment of all the young

ladies, he danced with Cinderella all evening.

"Who are you, fair maiden?" the Prince kept

asking her.

But Cinderella only replied: "What does it

matter who I am! You will never see me again

anyway."