My daughter is mouse
Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a son who was so lazy and slow that there was not a single thing he could do by luck. But he loves singing and dancing, and that’s what he does all day long and late into the night. The longer this went on, the worse his mother’s condition became. Youth is growing up, and he wants to eat so much that it’s hard to find; the older he gets, the more he goes shopping for clothes because his clothes don’t last long, as you can imagine. After all, youth leaves passed and danced endlessly through woods and fields.
Finally, his mother found it too much to bear, so one day, she told the young man that he had to go to work and do something eventually. Otherwise, they would both starve. But the young man had no heart to do that, he said, and would instead try to win his mother’s daughter in the corner because if he got her, he would live happily ever after, able to sing and dance dance, and there will be no need to torment yourself with work.
The mother heard that and thought that perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, so she dressed the boy as best she could so that he would present himself well when he came to meet her in the corner. He departed.
When he stepped outside, the sun shone brightly and warmly, but it had rained all night, and the ground was soft and full of puddles. The boy took the shortest route to his mother in the corner, singing and dancing as always. But suddenly, while jumping about, he came to a swamp, and only a few logs were placed to cross it; from a record, he must jump over a puddle to a clump of grass unless he wanted to get his shoes dirty. And then he went kerflop! As soon as he set foot on the grass, he went down and down until he stood in a dark, ugly hole. At first, he didn’t see anything, but when he was there for a while, he saw a mouse wiggling and shaking around and a bunch of keys hanging from its tail.
“Are you here yet, son?” said the mouse. “I must thank you for visiting me. I have been expecting you for a long time. I’m sure you came to win me over, and I can imagine you’re in a hurry. But you have to have a little patience. I was about to receive a large dowry and was not yet ready for the wedding, But I will try my best to get us married soon.”
Having finished speaking, she took out a few eggshells containing all kinds of food like mice eat, put them down in front of the boy and said: “Now you must sit down and help yourself because I am sure that you will have to sit down. .” you are tired and hungry.”
Young people have yet to get an appetite for this dish. “If only I could go away and go up again,” he thought but said nothing.
“Now I think you want to go home again,” said the mouse. “I know you are anxiously awaiting the wedding, and I will be as quick as possible. Take this fabric with you. When you go up, you must not turn back but must go straight home, and as you go, you must repeat over and over again: ‘The front is short, and the back is long!'” Then she spread out a cloth—thread in his hand.
“Heaven be praised!” the young man said as he was on top again. “I won’t go down there in a hurry.” But he still held the thread and danced and sang as usual. And although he was no longer thinking about the rat hole, he began to hum:
“First short, then long!
Short before, long after!”
When he stood in front of the house, he turned around, and there were hundreds of yards of the finest linen, finer than what the most skilful weaver could spin.
“Mom, get out, get out!” the young man called and cried. His mother rushed out and asked what was wrong. And when she saw the cloth spread as far as the eye could see, and then a little, she could not believe her eyes until the young man told her how it had all happened. But when she heard that and tried the linen between her fingers, she was so pleased that she also began to sing and dance.
Then she took the linen, cut and sewed shirts for her son and herself, and the rest she took to town and sold for a high price. Then, for a while, they lived in joy and comfort. But when that was over, the woman in the house had no food left, so she told her son that it was high time he served and did something. Otherwise, they would both starve to death. Death.
But the young man liked to go to the mother in the corner and try to win her daughter. His mother didn’t think this was a bad idea because the young man was now dressed nicely and performed very well.
So she groomed him, furnished him with everything she could, and he took a new pair of shoes, polished them until they shined like a mirror, and when he had done that, he left. Everything happened again as before. When he stepped outside, the sun shone brightly and warmly, but it had been raining all night; the road was soft and muddy, puddles full of water. The boy took the shortest route to his mother in the corner, singing and dancing, dancing and singing, as he always did. He followed a different path, not the one he had taken before, but while he was dancing, he suddenly came close to the log across the swamp, and from the record, he had to jump over the puddle to the grass unless he wanted to get his shoes dirty. And then he went kerflop. And he sank and could not stop until he reached a terrible, dark and ugly hole. At first, he couldn’t see anything, but after standing there for a while, he discovered a mouse with a set of keys at the end of its tail, wiggling and shaking in front of him.
“Are you here yet, son?” said the mouse. “You are welcome among us! It is very kind of you to visit me so early. It would help if you were very impatient, I can imagine that. But you have to be patient a little longer because my wardrobe is not quite finished, but when you return, everything will be ready.” When she finished speaking, she gave him eggshells containing mouse-like food. But the young man looked at it as if the food had already been eaten, saying he had no appetite. “If only I could leave the safe place and go back up,” he thought but said nothing. After a while, the mouse said: “Now I think you want to climb up again. I will quickly organize the wedding as quickly as possible. Now, take this yarn with you. When you go up, don’t turn back but go straight home, repeating over and over as you go: ‘Short in front, long in the back!'” Then she put the yarn in. thread in his hand.
“Thank goodness I escaped!” the young man said to himself. “I’m sure I’ll never go there again,” and then he sang and danced as usual. He no longer thought about the mouse hole but began to hum and sing endlessly:
“First short, then long!
Short before, long after!”
As he stood in front of the house, he looked around, and there were the most beautiful woollen goods, hundreds of yards long, stretching half a mile, so beautiful that no city counsellor wore a finer coat of cloth.
“Mom, mom, get out, get out!” the young man exclaimed. His mother walked to the door, clasped her hands over her head and almost fainted with joy when she saw all the beautiful goods. And then the boy had to tell her how it had happened to him and all that had happened, from beginning to end. This earned them a small fortune, as you can imagine. The young man had new clothes, and his mother went to town to sell goods yard by yard and was paid very well. Then she decorated her room, and she, of old, walked about in such a manner that one might have taken her to be some noble lady. They lived comfortably and happily, but eventually, this money ran out, and one day, the woman had no food left in the house, and. she told her son that he’d better find a job and do something. Otherwise, they’d both starve.
But the young man thought it would be much better to go to the mother in the corner and try to win her daughter over. This time, his mother agreed with him and did not object to the young man; now, he had beautiful new clothes and looked so remarkable that it seemed impossible to her that such a handsome fellow should be refused. So she fitted him up and tricked him most beautifully, and he took it upon himself to take out his new shoes and polish them so bright that you could see yourself in them, and when he had done so, he went on his way.
This time, he chose a different route than the shortest route, but he took a detour, the most extended way he could find. He didn’t want to go down the mouse anymore because he was sick of her constant wiggling and discussing marriage. The weather and road were precisely the same as the last time he went. The sun rose, the swamps and puddles sparkled, and the youth sang and danced as usual. And while jumping and jumping, before he knew it, he was standing in the walkway across the swamp. There, he must jump over a puddle to a patch of grass unless he wants to get his shiny shoes dirty. “Kerflop!” then he went down, not stopping until he stood again in that dark, ugly, muddy hole. At first, he was satisfied because he couldn’t see anything. But standing there for a moment, he discovered a nasty, hateful mouse with a set of keys hanging from its tail.
“Good day, my boy,” said the mouse. “Nothing! I see that you cannot live without me anymore, and I thank you. And now everything is ready for our wedding, and we will go straight to the church.” Nothing will happen, thought the young man, but he didn’t say a word. Then the mouse whistled, and immediately, every corner was alive with little flocks of mice and rats and six rats. I pulled out a frying pan. Two mice sat in the back to act as grooms, and two rushed forward to drive the carriage. Some people sat inside, and the mouse with the keys sat in the middle of them. With the young man, she said: “The road here is a bit narrow, so you will have to walk beside the carriage, my dear, until the road gets wider. And then you can sit next to me in the carriage.”
“How fine that would be!” the young man thought. “If I were only safe up there again, I would run away from the whole herd of them,” he thought but said nothing. He accompanied the procession as much as he could. Sometimes, you must crawl; sometimes, you must bend down because the road is very narrow. But when it got better, he looked around to see how he could sneak away and escape. And then he suddenly heard a clear voice behind him say: “The road is good now!” Come on, honey, and get in the car!”
The young man quickly turned around, so surprised that his nose and ears almost fell out. There was a magnificent carriage with six white horses. In the carriage was a girl as beautiful and beautiful as the sun. Around her were other people, bright and kind like the stars. It’s a princess and her playmates, all enchanted. But now they were freed because he had come to meet them and had never objected.
“Let’s go together!” said the princess. Then, the boy got in the car and drove with her to church. As they moved away from the church, the princess said: “Now we will drive to my house first, then we will send your mother.”
“It’s okay,” the young man thought – he didn’t say anything, but he thought it would be better to drive home instead of plunging into the hideous rat hole. But suddenly they came to a beautiful castle, and they turned into it because that was where they lived. Immediately, a good carriage with six horses was sent to fetch the young man’s mother, and when she arrived, the wedding ceremony began. They’ve been celebrating for fourteen days, and maybe they’re still not celebrating. We must hurry; we can perhaps still get there in time and can drink to the groom’s health and dance with the bride!
