Mother Holle
B1Engelsk59 kort
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There was once a widow who had two daughters.
Der var engang en enke, der havde to døtre.
One was industrious, the other was idle.
Den ene var flittig, den anden var doven.
The mother loved the lazy daughter more, because she was her own.
Moderen elskede den dovne datter mere, fordi hun var hendes egen.
The stepdaughter had to do all the housework.
Steddatteren måtte lave alt husarbejdet.
Every day she had to sit by the well and spin until her fingers bled.
Hver dag måtte hun sidde ved brønden og spinde, indtil hendes fingre blødte.
One day, the spindle got stained with blood and fell into the well.
En dag blev tenen plettet med blod og faldt i brønden.
The girl went to her stepmother and told her what happened.
Pigen gik til sin stedmor og fortalte hende, hvad der skete.
The stepmother got angry.
Stedmoren blev vred.
She told the girl to go get the spindle out of the well.
Hun sagde til pigen, at hun skulle hente tenen op af brønden.
The girl returned to the well and jumped in out of sorrow.
Pigen vendte tilbage til brønden og sprang i af sorg.
When she awoke, she was in a beautiful meadow with many flowers.
Da hun vågnede, var hun i en smuk eng med mange blomster.
She walked through the meadow until she came to an oven full of bread.
Hun gik gennem engen, indtil hun kom til en ovn fuld af brød.
The bread said: Take me out! Take me out! I'm burning.
Brødet sagde: Tag mig ud! Tag mig ud! Jeg brænder.
She took out all the loaves with the bread shovel.
Hun tog alle brødene ud med brødspaden.
Then she came to a tree full of ripe apples.
Så kom hun til et træ fuld af modne æbler.
The tree said: Shake me! Shake me! My apples are ripe.
Træet sagde: Ryst mig! Ryst mig! Mine æbler er modne.
She shook the tree until all the apples fell.
Hun rystede træet, indtil alle æblerne faldt.
Finally, she arrived at a little house where an old woman looked out from the door.
Endelig kom hun til et lille hus, hvor en gammel kvinde kiggede ud fra døren.
The old woman had very big teeth, and the girl got scared.
Den gamle kvinde havde meget store tænder, og pigen blev bange.
What are you afraid of, child? Stay with me.
Hvad er du bange for, barn? Bliv hos mig.
If you do the work well, you will be better off with me.
Hvis du gør arbejdet godt, vil du få det bedre hos mig.
You just have to shake my bed well so it snows on Earth.
Du skal bare ryste min seng godt, så det sner på jorden.
The girl accepted and began to work for the old woman.
Pigen accepterede og begyndte at arbejde for den gamle kvinde.
She did everything carefully and shook the bed strongly.
Hun gjorde alt omhyggeligt og rystede sengen kraftigt.
The feathers flew like snowflakes.
Fjerene fløj som snefnug.
She lived happily with Mother Holle and ate well every day.
Hun levede lykkeligt med moder Holle og spiste godt hver dag.
But over time, the girl became sad.
Men med tiden blev pigen trist.
At first she didn't know why, but it was homesickness.
I starten vidste hun ikke hvorfor, men det var hjemve.
The girl told Mother Holle she missed her home.
Pigen sagde til moder Holle, at hun savnede sit hjem.
I'm glad you want to return. I will go with you.
Jeg er glad for, at du vil vende tilbage. Jeg vil følge dig.
Mother Holle took her to a big door.
Moder Holle tog hende til en stor dør.
As the girl passed through the door, a shower of gold fell on her.
Da pigen gik gennem døren, faldt der en regn af guld over hende.
This is for being so industrious.
Dette er, fordi du er så flittig.
She also gave her back the spindle that had fallen into the well.
Hun gav hende også tenen tilbage, som var faldet i brønden.
The door closed and the girl returned to the Earth, near her house.
Døren lukkede, og pigen vendte tilbage til jorden, nær sit hus.
The rooster said: Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your golden girl is here!
Hanen sagde: Kykeliky! Din gyldne pige er her!
The girl entered the house covered in gold and was well received.
Pigen gik ind i huset dækket af guld og blev godt modtaget.
She told everything that had happened to her.
Hun fortalte alt, hvad der var sket med hende.
The mother wanted the same luck for her lazy daughter.
Moderen ønskede den samme lykke for sin dovne datter.
The daughter pricked her finger with a thorn to stain the spindle with blood.
Datteren stak sin finger med en torn for at plette tenen med blod.
Then she threw the spindle into the well and jumped in after it.
Så kastede hun tenen i brønden og sprang i efter den.
She arrived at the same beautiful meadow and walked the same path.
Hun kom til den samme smukke eng og gik den samme vej.
The bread said: Take me out! Take me out! I'm burning.
Brødet sagde: Tag mig ud! Tag mig ud! Jeg brænder.
Ew! I don't want to get dirty.
Ad! Jeg vil ikke blive beskidt.
The tree said: Shake me! Shake me! My apples are ripe.
Træet sagde: Ryst mig! Ryst mig! Mine æbler er modne.
No way! One might fall on my head.
Aldrig i livet! Et kunne falde på mit hoved.
She arrived at Mother Holle's house and was not afraid.
Hun kom til moder Holles hus og var ikke bange.
She immediately offered to work.
Hun tilbød straks at arbejde.
The first day she worked hard, thinking about the gold.
Den første dag arbejdede hun hårdt og tænkte på guldet.
The second day she was lazier.
Den anden dag var hun mere doven.
On the third day she no longer got up early.
Den tredje dag stod hun ikke længere tidligt op.
She didn't shake the bed as she should.
Hun rystede ikke sengen, som hun skulle.
Mother Holle got tired of her and asked her to leave.
Moder Holle blev træt af hende og bad hende om at gå.
Now the gold will fall on me.
Nu vil guldet falde på mig.
But instead of gold, a pot full of pitch fell on her.
Men i stedet for guld faldt en gryde fuld af tjære på hende.
That is the reward for your service.
Det er belønningen for din tjeneste.
The door closed and the girl returned to her house, covered in pitch.
Døren lukkede, og pigen vendte tilbage til sit hus, dækket af tjære.
The rooster said: Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your dirty girl is here!
Hanen sagde: Kykeliky! Din beskidte pige er her!
The pitch stuck to her and never came off again.
Tjæren blev siddende på hende og kom aldrig af igen.