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Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother said to her:
“Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing. And when you go into her room, don’t forget to say good-morning, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it”.

“I will take great care, said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother”, and gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. She did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

«Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood,» said he.

«Thank you kindly, wolf.»

«Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?»

«To my grandmother’s.»

«What have you got in your apron?»

«Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.»

«Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?»

«A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below. You surely must know it,» replied Little Red Riding Hood.

The wolf thought to himself, what a tender young creature. What a nice plump mouthful, she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both. So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said, «see Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here. Why do you not look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing. You walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.»

Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought: “Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay. That would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time.” And so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked at the door.

«Who is there?»

«Little Red Riding Hood,» replied the wolf. «She is bringing cake and wine. Open the door.»

«Lift the latch,» called out the grandmother, «I am too weak, and cannot get up.»

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and ate her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself: “oh dear, how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much”. She called out, «good morning,» but received no answer. So she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

«Oh, grandmother,» she said, «what big ears you have.»

«The better to hear you with, my child,» was the reply.

«But, grandmother, what big eyes you have,» she said.

«The better to see you with,» my dear.

«But, grandmother, what large hands you have.»

«The better to hug you with.»

«Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have.»

«The better to eat you with.»

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Red Riding Hood.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud. The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, how the old woman is snoring. I must just see if she wants anything.

So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. “Do I find you here, you old sinner,” said he. “I have long sought you.” Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two snips, he saw Little Red Riding Hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying: «Ah, how frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf.» And after that the grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf’s belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf’s skin and went home with it. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived, but Red Riding Hood thought to herself: «as long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.»

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Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her liked her, but most of all her grandmother, who did not know what to give the child next.

Once she gave her a little cap made of red velvet. Because it suited her so well, and she wanted to wear it all the time, she came to be known as Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother said to her: «Come Little Red Riding Hood. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well. Mind your manners and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your sick grandmother.»

Little Red Riding Hood promised to obey her mother. The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Riding Hood entered the woods a wolf came up to her. She did not know what a wicked animal he was, and was not afraid of him. «Good day to you, Little Red Riding Hood.» — «Thank you, wolf.» — «Where are you going so early, Little Red Riding Hood?» — «To grandmother’s.» — «And what are you carrying under your apron?» — «Grandmother is sick and weak, and I am taking her some cake and wine. We baked yesterday, and they should give her strength.» — «Little Red Riding Hood, just where does your grandmother live?» — «Her house is a good quarter hour from here in the woods, under the three large oak trees. There’s a hedge of hazel bushes there. You must know the place,» said Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf thought to himself: «Now there is a tasty bite for me. Just how are you going to catch her?» Then he said: «Listen, Little Red Riding Hood, haven’t you seen the beautiful flowers that are blossoming in the woods? Why don’t you go and take a look? And I don’t believe you can hear how beautifully the birds are singing. You are walking along as though you were on your way to school in the village. It is very beautiful in the woods.»

Little Red Riding Hood opened her eyes and saw the sunlight breaking through the trees and how the ground was covered with beautiful flowers. She thought: «If a take a bouquet to grandmother, she will be very pleased. Anyway, it is still early, and I’ll be home on time.» And she ran off into the woods looking for flowers. Each time she picked one she thought that she could see an even more beautiful one a little way off, and she ran after it, going further and further into the woods. But the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked on the door. «Who’s there?» — «Little Red Riding Hood. I’m bringing you some cake and wine. Open the door for me.» — «Just press the latch,» called out the grandmother. «I’m too weak to get up.» The wolf pressed the latch, and the door opened. He stepped inside, went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and ate her up. Then he took her clothes, put them on, and put her cap on his head. He got into her bed and pulled the curtains shut.

Little Red Riding Hood had run after flowers, and did not continue on her way to grandmother’s until she had gathered all that she could carry. When she arrived, she found, to her surprise, that the door was open. She walked into the parlor, and everything looked so strange that she thought: «Oh, my God, why am I so afraid? I usually like it at grandmother’s.» Then she went to the bed and pulled back the curtains. Grandmother was lying there with her cap pulled down over her face and looking very strange. «Oh, grandmother, what big ears you have!» — «All the better to hear you with.» — «Oh, grandmother, what big eyes you have!» — «All the better to see you with.» — «Oh, grandmother, what big hands you have!» — «All the better to grab you with!» — «Oh, grandmother, what a horribly big mouth you have!» — «All the better to eat you with!» And with that he jumped out of bed, jumped on top of poor Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her up.

As soon as the wolf had finished this tasty bite, he climbed back into bed, fell asleep, and began to snore very loudly. A huntsman was just passing by. He thought it strange that the old woman was snoring so loudly, so he decided to take a look. He stepped inside, and in the bed there lay the wolf that he had been hunting for such a long time. «He has eaten the grandmother, but perhaps she still can be saved. I won’t shoot him,» thought the huntsman. So he took a pair of scissors and cut open his belly. He had cut only a few strokes when he saw the red cap shining through. He cut a little more, and the girl jumped out and cried: «Oh, I was so frightened! It was so dark inside the wolf’s body!» And then the grandmother came out alive as well. Then Little Red Riding Hood fetched some large heavy stones. They filled the wolf’s body with them, and when he woke up and tried to run away, the stones were so heavy that he fell down dead.

The three of them were happy. The huntsman took the wolf’s pelt. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine that Little Red Riding Hood had brought. And Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself: «As long as I live, I will never leave the path and run off into the woods by myself if mother tells me not to.»

They also tell how Little Red Riding Hood was taking some baked things to her grandmother another time, when another wolf spoke to her and wanted her to leave the path. But Little Red Riding Hood took care and went straight to grandmother’s. She told her that she had seen the wolf, and that he had wished her a good day, but had stared at her in a wicked manner. «If we hadn’t been on a public road, he would have eaten me up,» she said. «Come,» said the grandmother. «Let’s lock the door, so he can’t get in.» Soon afterward the wolf knocked on the door and called out: «Open up, grandmother. It’s Little Red Riding Hood, and I’m bringing you some baked things.» They remained silent, and did not open the door.

The wicked one walked around the house several times, and finally jumped onto the roof. He wanted to wait until Little Red Riding Hood went home that evening, then follow her and eat her up in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what he was up to.

There was a large stone trough in front of the house. «Fetch a bucket, Little Red Riding Hood,» she said. «Yesterday I cooked some sausage. Carry the water that I boiled them with to the trough.» Little Red Riding Hood carried water until the large, large trough was clear full. The smell of sausage arose into the wolf’s nose.

He sniffed and looked down, stretching his neck so long that he could no longer hold himself, and he began to slide. He slid off the roof, fell into the trough, and drowned. And Little Red Riding Hood returned home happily and safely.

Ух, какая это была маленькая, славная девчурочка! Всем-то она была мила, кто только видел ее; ну, а уж всех-то милее и всех дороже была она бабушке, которая уж и не знала, что бы ей подарить, своей любимой внученьке.

Подарила она однажды ей шапочку из красного бархата, и так как ей эта шапочка была очень к лицу и она ничего другого носить не хотела, то и стали ее звать Красной Шапочкой. Вот однажды ее мать и сказала ей: «Ну, Красная Шапочка, вот, возьми этот кусок пирога и бутылку вина, снеси бабушке; она и больна, и слаба, и это ей будет на пользу. Выходи из дома до наступления жары и, когда выйдешь, то ступай умненько и в сторону от дороги не забегай, не то еще, пожалуй, упадешь и бутылку расшибешь, и бабушке тогда ничего не достанется. И когда к бабушке придешь, то не забудь с ней поздороваться, а не то чтобы сначала во все уголки заглянуть, а потом уж к бабушке подойти.» — «Уж я все справлю, как следует,» — сказала Красная Шапочка матери и заверила ее в том своим словом.

А бабушка-то жила в самом лесу, на полчаса ходьбы от деревни. И чуть только Красная Шапочка вступила в лес, повстречалась она с волком. Девочка, однако же, не знала, что это был за лютый зверь, и ничуть его не испугалась. «Здравствуй, Красная Шапочка,» — сказал он. «Спасибо тебе на добром слове, волк.» — «Куда это ты так рано выбралась, Красная Шапочка?» — «К бабушке.» — «А что ты там несешь под фартучком?» — «Кусок пирога да вино. Вчера у нас матушка пироги пекла, так вот посылает больной и слабой бабушке, чтобы ей угодить и силы ее подкрепить.» — «Красная Шапочка, да где же живет твоя бабушка?» — «А вот еще на добрую четверть часа пути дальше в лесу, под тремя старыми дубами; там и стоит ее дом, кругом его еще изгородь из орешника. Небось теперь будешь знать?» — сказала Красная Шапочка.

А волк-то про себя думал: «Эта маленькая, нежная девочка — славный будет для меня кусочек, почище, чем старуха; надо это так хитро дельце обделать, чтобы мне обе на зубок попали.»

Вот и пошел он некоторое время с Красной Шапочкой рядом и стал ей говорить: «Посмотри-ка ты на эти славные цветочки, что растут кругом — оглянись! Ты, пожалуй, и птичек-то не слышишь, как они распевают? Идешь, словно в школу, никуда не оборачиваясь; а в лесу-то, поди-ка, как весело!»

Красная Шапочка глянула вверх, и как увидала лучи солнца, прорезавшиеся сквозь трепетную листву деревьев, как взглянула на множество дивных цветов, то и подумала: «А что, если б я бабушке принесла свежий пучок цветов, ведь это бы ее тоже порадовало; теперь же еще так рано, что я еще всегда успею к ней прийти вовремя!» Да и сбежала с дороги в сторону, в лес, и стала собирать цветы. Чуть сорвет один цветочек, как уж ее другой манит, еще лучше, и она за тем побежит, и так все дальше да дальше уходила в глубь леса.

А волк прямехонько побежал к бабушкиному дому и постучался у дверей. «Кто там?» — «Красная Шапочка; несу тебе пирожка и винца, отвори-ка!» — «Надави на щеколду, — крикнула бабушка, — я слишком слаба и не могу вставать с постели.»

Волк надавил на щеколду, дверь распахнулась, и он вошел к бабушке в избу; прямехонько кинулся к постели бабушки и разом проглотил ее.

Затем надел он бабушкино платье и на голову ее чепчик, улегся в постель и занавески кругом задернул.

Красная Шапочка между тем бегала и бегала за цветами, и когда их набрала столько, сколько снести могла, тогда опять вспомнила о бабушке и направилась к ее дому.

Она очень удивилась тому, что дверь была настежь отворена, и когда она вошла в комнату, то ей так все там показалось странно, что она подумала: «Ах, Боже ты мой, что это мне тут так страшно нынче, а ведь я всегда с таким удовольствием прихаживала к бабушке!» Вот она сказала: «С добрым утром!»

Ответа нет.

Подошла она к кровати, отдернула занавески и видит: лежит бабушка, и чепчик на самый нос надвинула, и такою странною кажется.

«Бабушка, а бабушка? Для чего это у тебя такие большие уши?» — «Чтобы я тебя могла лучше слышать.» — «Ах, бабушка, а глаза-то у тебя какие большие!» — «А это, чтобы я тебя лучше могла рассмотреть.» — «Бабушка, а руки-то какие у тебя большие!» — «Это для того, чтобы я тебя легче обхватить могла.» — «Но, бабушка, зачем же у тебя такой противный большой рот?» — «А затем, чтобы я тебя могла съесть!» И едва только волк проговорил это, как выскочил из-под одеяла и проглотил бедную Красную Шапочку.

Насытившись таким образом, волк опять улегся в кровать, заснул, да и стал храпеть что есть мочи.

Охотник проходил как раз в это время мимо бабушкина дома и подумал: «Что это старушка-то так храпит, уж с ней не приключилось ли что-нибудь?»

Вошел он в дом, подошел к кровати и видит, что туда волк забрался. «Вот где ты мне попался, старый греховодник! — сказал охотник. — Давно уж я до тебя добираюсь.»

И хотел было убить его из ружья, да пришло ему в голову, что волк, может быть, бабушку-то проглотил и что ее еще спасти можно; потому он и не выстрелил, а взял ножницы и стал вспарывать спящему волку брюхо.

Чуть только взрезал, как увидел, что там мелькнула красная шапочка; а дальше стал резать, и выпрыгнула оттуда девочка и воскликнула: «Ах, как я перепугалась, как к волку-то в его темную утробушку попалась!»

А за Красною Шапочкою кое-как выбралась и бабушка-старушка и еле могла отдышаться.

Тут уж Красная Шапочка натаскала поскорее больших камней, которые они и навалили волку в брюхо, и зашили разрез; и когда он проснулся, то хотел было улизнуть; но не вынес тягости камней, пал наземь и издох.

Это всех троих порадовало: охотник тотчас содрал с волка шкуру и пошел с нею домой, бабушка поела пирога и попила винца, которое ей Красная Шапочка принесла, и это ее окончательно подкрепило, а Красная Шапочка подумала: «Ну, уж теперь я никогда не стану в лесу убегать в сторону от большой дороги, не ослушаюсь больше матушкиного приказания.»