יום ראשון, 9 בנובמבר 2014

kind or pride part 1

now i will adapt  a classic from perraults french "fairies" into my own adaptation
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kind or pride?
Cuwyn and Foyd loved their two daughters very much. suddenly tragedy struck and poor Cuwyn was very ill. He lay in bed coughing very hard for almost two days. although the doctor gave him medicine and he drank hot soup he could not stop the coughing and on the third day his misery ended.
foyd was grateful that her man finally died because for the last month she had her eyes on a woman, plyn, who she found very attractive. she wanted very much to be near that woman but did not dare bring her to their home, because it is not proper to bring a woman to see her husband. now she was a widow, and invited plyn into her home. foyd introduced her to her eldest daughter 'Spord', who she secretly loved more although 'spord' often was in bad moods.
plyn said she was amazed how similar their faces were alike. then foyd called her younger daughter from the difficult work and said "her name is 'Knirb'" in a tone showing disgust. she humbly came, curious what her proud, grouchy and mean mother and sister wanted this time. knirb wished she did not live with them because they made her sit separately when they ate and constantly told her to work.
plyn was even more surprised at the difference between knirb and her mother, but when she saw the picture of the father she understood and said "you must be happy because knirb is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen." yet foyd was not proud of that and wrinkled her nose to dismiss the compliment because "people naturally love those who have their own likeness" the eldest daughter who was similar to her nature and appearance. in fact she despised the gentle and honest attitude of knirb. now ma foyd sent knirb to cook a meal for them all, therefore fetch water to cook.
poor gentle knirb went with the large heavy jar to draw water. the spring was far from the house, and the full large pitcher was even heavier to carry home.
This day at the spring knirb met a poor woman wearing old worn-out clothes, who begged her to give a drink. yes [that is she said in french Oui] madame. she dipped immediately the pitcher to fill some water from the clearest side of the pool then she held the pitcher so the old woman could drink more easily. she showed her gentleness and kindness and humility and the old woman blessed her.

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