Rumpelstiltskin

This is the classic fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin Story, originally written by The Brothers Grimm. It is adapted and brought to you by Miuorini.

Once there was a miller who lived with his daughter. When the miller worked all day turning grain into flour, he liked nothing more than to come up with fairy tales to amaze everyone.

One day, the king came to town. He heard the miller talking about his daughter. The miller said that his daughter was the most wonderful girl in the village, if not everywhere.

“You are there!” The king said. “What is so great about your daughter?”

The father bowed his head. He said: “Your Majesty, my daughter is so smart that she can turn straw into gold!”

“Spin straw into gold?” The king said. “This is amazing! She must come to my palace. I will take her for a check-up!”

“But I mean…” said the miller. He wished he hadn’t told the king such a thing! But now it’s too late.

So the miller’s daughter had to go to the king’s palace immediately. The king took her into a room filled with straw from floor to ceiling. He pointed to the spinning wheel in the middle of the room. He said: “Now get to work! By morning, if you can’t turn this straw into gold, you will surely die!

The king slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. The girl is alone.

As for her life, she didn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know how to turn straw into gold! “What will I do?” she called into the air. “No one can do that!”

At that moment, a strange little man stood in front of her. “Did I hear you say ‘no one’?” he says.

“What?” the girl said, shocked. “Where are you from?”

“Never mind!” said the little devil. “The important thing is that I can save your life. Of course, there is a price.”

“Can you spin straw into gold?” said the girl. “What price are you thinking about?” She didn’t know whether to trust this stranger or not.

“What you give must be very important to you,” the imp said. “What about that necklace?”

The girl thought: “Indeed, my necklace is very precious. But not as much as my freedom.” So she said to the little devil, “Very good. If by morning you can turn this room full of straw into gold, then this necklace will be yours.”

The little man went to work. He was busy all night. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, until morning. At that time, there was not a single straw left in the room, everything had turned into a pile of pure gold thread!

“You did it!” said the girl.
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“Of course, I did!” grab imp. “Now bring out that necklace!”

“A deal is a deal,” the girl said. She took off her necklace and gave it to him. And he was gone.
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When the king entered the room, he was very happy. “Look!” he said, threading the golden thread through his fingers. “Pure gold!”

“Yes,” the girl said. “Now please, sir. I want to go home now.”

“Not too fast!” The king said. “I will ask the servants to bring new straw to fill a room larger than this one. You will stay there tonight. Be careful – by morning all the straw must be spun into gold. If you care about your life!

“Look at that!” he said, running the gold thread through his fingers.  “Pure gold!”

“But I did-!” said the girl.

“No ‘but’ about that!” The king said. And he left, slamming the door behind him. It is locked with one click.

“OH!” the girl called. “I was lucky last night. It won’t happen again.”

“Who said?” a voice said. The girl turned back. In front of her was that strange little man!

“I will do this job for you,” said the imp, “But you must give me the ring on your finger.”

“I always loved that ring!” the girl thought. “But at the end of the day, it’s just a ring.” “Okay, she said to the little devil. That’s a deal.”

So the little devil spun straw all night.

By morning, there was nothing left but piles of yellow threads lying on the floor. The girl gave the ring to the little demon as she promised.

The next morning, the girl was sure the king would be so happy that he would let her go home. But alas! If two golden rooms look beautiful to a king, three golden rooms are even more beautiful. The king took the girl into the largest room. He was already loaded with straw. He told her that she had to turn that pile of straw into gold by morning. Or something else!

However, this time, the king said his son would return from a long journey that night. In the morning, he will send his child to his room to see if the work is finished. If that’s the case, she will marry the prince. The king thought: “Even if she were the miller’s daughter, I could not find a better wife for my son.” But he told the girl in a loud voice, that if she couldn’t do the task, she wouldn’t marry anyone because she would die!

He told her she must turn that straw into gold by morning.  Or else!

When the king left, the girl fell into a deep gloom. How long will this continue? Will she ever get out?

When she raised her head, it was that little man again. “I bet you know I’ll be back,” he said.

“I can’t know for sure,” the girl said. “But this time I have nothing more to give you. I can’t pay you anymore.”

“We’ll find a good price,” Mr. Imp said.

And he went to work, spinning straw into gold.

“Stop!” said the girl. “Please! I have nothing more to pay you.”

But imp didn’t stop! He worked all night. Even though the girl waved and begged him to stop, hour after hour, it was in vain.

By morning the work was finished. “There!” said the little devil. “All done. Now I will tell you my price.”

“That’s not fair!” said the girl.

“There are a lot of unfair things,” the little devil said with a shrug.

“Very good,” she sighed. “What is your price?”

“Oh, nothing at the moment,” he said. “But later… If you become Queen, I will take your first child away.”

“What?!” the girl said in fear. “I never imagined I would become Queen. But even so, I would never agree to such a thing!”

“There!” said the imp. “All done. Now I will tell you my price.”

“Oh, but you already have. Straw is spun into gold. And so the deal was done!” said the little devil. And he was gone.

A moment later, a guy entered the room. “Miss, are you okay?” The prince said. “I know how difficult my father can be.”

“That’s right,” she said, and they smiled. This young man seems very different from his father.

“When I am King,” he said, “I will not rule like him.” The prince looked around. He saw large piles of gold glittering on the floor.

“How could you do such a thing?” He said in surprise. The girl said nothing. “I heard that if straw becomes gold this morning, you must marry me. But know this. If you really want to leave here, I will help you. Don’t worry. I will find a way to tell Dad.” I.”

This young man is very different! The girl wanted to get to know him better. The two of them were in the room and talked about all sorts of things. Soon, they fell in love. Then he asked her to marry him. And the girl said yes.

So the two were married. Not long after the wedding, the terrible old king died. The Prince became King and the miller’s daughter became Queen. Over time, the new Queen had a child of her own, a son. Joy filled the palace.

Until one day, when the Queen was alone in her room.

Suddenly, the little devil stood in front of her. “Give me what you promised!” the little devil said and pointed at the baby. “Currently!”

“I never promised that!” The Queen said. She hugged her child tightly. “I will give you gold instead,” she said. More gold than you will ever see.”

“Why do I need gold?” said the little man. “I can get all the gold I want!”

“Then I will give you a castle,” said the queen.

“I come and go where I want,” said the imp. “What do I want in a castle?”

“Then I will give you servants to look after you,” said the queen.

“No one takes care of me!” said the little devil. “No one knows who I am!”

“I will find out who you are,” said the queen.

“Oh really?” said the little devil. Because I know that no one on this earth knows my real name.

“Very good,” he said. “I’ll give you three days. After three days, if you can’t tell me my real name, then the baby is mine.

But if you guess my name, you can keep that baby for as long as I care. And no one must know about this! If you say just one word of this to anyone, the baby will be gone forever.”

The Queen thought that three days was a long time to think of many names. And so she agreed.

The next day, the Queen wrote a very long list of every name she could think of. That night, in the baby’s bedroom, the little demon appeared before her. “Good?” He spoke in a loud voice.

The Queen read the entire list name by name. “Maybe your name is Nathan?” she speaks. “Lucas?” “Jacob? “Hugo?” “Felix?” “Oliver?” As you can imagine, there are many other names.

“Not even close!” The little devil laughed loudly. “See you tomorrow night.” And he was gone.

The next day, the Queen looked through every book in the royal library. She found names from faraway places. Names she had never heard of.

That night when the imp appeared, the Queen read her list.

“Perhaps your name is Maximilian,” she said. “NO? What about Gunnar?” “Alfonso?” “Pointer?” And many more.

“This is boring,” imp said. “But I won’t be bored tomorrow night. The third night is when that baby is mine!” He laughed again, then disappeared.

That night when the imp appeared, the queen read her list.

On the third day, the Queen did not know what to do. She wished she could tell her husband about her sorrows, but she didn’t dare. She walked to one side of the room, then turned back. Back and forth, over and over. “This won’t help anything!” she speaks. She put on her royal cloak and hood and walked out of the castle.

“If I have peace, maybe I’ll think of something,” she thought. The Queen went into the forest. She followed a stream to a large lake and crossed the lake to reach a deep forest hidden in the darkness.

Suddenly, the queen saw fire from afar. And there was a voice that was difficult to come out. There was something about that voice, but what? She stepped closer. Finally, before the fire, a little man was dancing. It’s him, it’s that devil!

Very quietly, the queen listened…

As the little man danced, he sang:

Tonight, tonight, the plans I make

Tomorrow, I will receive the baby.

The Queen will never win the game

Because Rumpelstiltskin is my name!

“Rumpelstiltskin!” said the queen.

That night when Rumpelstiltskin appeared, the queen considered more names. “Is your name Yusaf? Bobek? What about Salaman?”

“No, a thousand times, no!” said the little devil. “You’re wasting my time. I’ll give you one last guess. That’s it!”

“Oh, I’m sure this isn’t true. But your name could be – Rumpelstiltskin?”

“RUMPELSTILTSKIN?” the little devil shouted. “How do you know?” He was so angry that he stomped his feet. He stomped so hard that a huge hole opened up in the ground and he fell straight into it. And Rumpelstiltskin was never seen again.

The End