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A poor miller's daughter is asked by the king to spin straw into gold. A little man helps her in exchange for her necklace, ring, and promise to give him her first-born child. When the queen gives birth, the little man demands his payment, but gives her three days to guess his name. The queen's servant overhears the little man's name, Rumpelstiltskin, and the queen correctly guesses it. The little man is furious and disappears. Grandfather, this is from the German of the Brothers Green. Brother, this is from the Straits of Barbarossa or Zelensky. Once there was a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter. On his way to town, one day the miller encountered the king. Waiting to impress him, the miller said, Now the king had a passion for gold, and such an art intrigued him. So he ordered the miller to send his daughter to the castle straightway. When the girl was brought before him, the king left her a room that was filled with straw. He gave her spools and spinning wheels and said, You must spin all night, but if you have not spun this straw into gold by morning, you will have to die. With that, he locked the door, and the girl was left inside alone. There sat the poor miller's daughter without the slightest idea how a young girl could spin straw into gold. For the life of her, she did not know how to do it. She grew more and more excited, and then she began to weep. Suddenly, the door spins open and a tiny man steps in. Good evening, Mr. Miller. Why are you sobbing? Oh, the girl cried. I must spin this straw into gold, and I don't know how. What will you give me if I spin for you? A necklace. Answer the girl. The little man took the necklace and sat down at the spinning wheel. The poor man began to spin. And the spool was wound full of gold. Then, to reach, he finds another spool on the end. Wee! Wee! Wee! The spool and that one, too, was full, and so it went out. Morning, when high the sun was, the spool was full of gold. When the king came at sunset, he was amazing and delicious, but high that gold one only made him prettiest to the little man. Down came to a largest room filled with stars and heat. The girl didn't know what to do. She began to weep. Once more, the door opened and the little man stepped in. What will you give me if I spin straw into gold for you? The ring on my finger. Answer the girl. And the little man took the ring. Then he stepped on the spinning wheel. And before night was over, he had spooled and striped in green gold. Now, after sunrise, the king recorded spools of gold in a morning light. The king enjoyed at the thrill of so much gold. But still he was not satisfied. Still, he led the miller's daughter to try any room that was spooled night with strong green. Tonight you must spin this straw to order the king. And if you succeed, you shall become my wife. Because the daughter I could not find a rich wife in silver. When the king has left, the still must spare for the still spin. What will you give me if I spin for yet once more? Her asked her. I have nothing else. The girl replied. What will you give me if I spin for yet once more? The miller's daughter heard the king's promise. They did so much to call with her. The miller's daughter took her and cast the coating of no other wax to laugh at him. She professed and bet till much on her spoon as this. Straw in the world. When the king came in the morning and found everything as he had wished, he married the miller's beautiful daughter and she became a queen. A year passed and the queen brought a handsome baby boy into the world. She gave scarlet lips and so to the little man. But one day he appeared suddenly into the room. Now tell me what you promised me. The king pleaded with the little man he could take all the royal tissue if he want only leave to keep her children. But her pleading was in vain. Then she began to grip so pitilessly that at last the little man was moved. I will give you three days. If by the end of that time you know my name, you may keep your seal. Long into the night the queen sat on the throne the next day, thinking over all the names she had ever heard. But even in the little man of the throne, beginning with Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar, the queen recited every name she knew. And after another put to edge on the little man replied, That is not my name. The second day the queen had accused me in town, searching for new names. And with the little man came that evening. She posed the strangest and most unusual ones to him, the trite blisterpiece and leg of ram, and a strange pose, but he wore only pride. That is not my name. Now the king grew truly nice-sighted, and she sent her most faithful servant into the woods to look for the little man. The servant searched through thickets and over cliffs deep into the forest, at last near the top of a high-hilled sheet-piped hill. He was riding on a cooking spoon around a grilled fire, and crying out, I break my will, I break my oath, and from the queen's throne I'll claim, all like me, for no one knows that one of these things is my name. The servant made her way back as fast as she could, and at the midday reserved the castle. You can imagine how glad the king was when she heard the name. Late that evening the little woman arrived. No, Mr. Queen, he said. Do you know my name, or do I take the chill? So the king asked him. Is your name Queen? No. Is your name King? No. In that case, is your name Rumpelstiltskin? The devil told you that! The devil told you that! She shook her helpless thinking, and in a hurry he jumped on his cooking spoon and flew out the window, and he never was heard from again. This is the end. Thank you for listening.
