A Hamupipőke-mese angolul: Cinderella

A „Hamupipőke” angolul Cinderella. A klasszikus angol cím tehát: Cinderella, a főhős pedig Cinderella vagy röviden Cindy lehet.

Az alábbi angol nyelvű változat a közismert mesetörténet fő elemeit követi: az árva lány mostohacsaládja mellett szenved, a hamuba szórt lencsét vagy kölest madarak válogatják ki, a mogyorófa és a madár segít neki, a bálban találkozik a királyfival, majd az elveszített cipellő alapján találják meg.

A „Hamupipőke” angol megfelelője

A „Hamupipőke” angol fordítása Cinderella, a mese főszereplőjének neve pedig szintén Cinderella. A „Cinderella” szó a mesében a főhős neveként szerepel.

Cinderella - a mese angolul

Once upon a time, in a faraway country, there lived a rich man with his wife and their little daughter. One day, the woman became very ill. She felt that she did not have much time left.

She called her only daughter to her bedside and said:

“My dear child, I must now say goodbye to you. I cannot look after you or protect you anymore. But I will leave you some good advice in my place. Always be kind and good, and your fate will always turn out well and your life will be happy.”

Then she closed her eyes and died. Every single day, the little girl went to her mother’s grave. She was always good and kind.

Winter came and covered the cemetery with a white blanket. Then spring came again, the sun shone brightly, the fields became green, and the rich man brought a new wife into the house.

The woman already had two daughters, and they came with her. Their faces were beautiful and white, but their hearts were ugly and black.

From that time on, the poor orphan girl had a difficult life. Her stepsisters treated her badly whenever they could. They spent the whole day admiring themselves in front of the mirror, and they sent their stepsister away for one task or another, so she never had a moment’s peace.

At last, one beautiful day, one of them said:

“Why is this stupid goose sitting here with us in the room? Anyone who wants to eat must work for it. The kitchen is the only place for a kitchen girl!”

They took away her beautiful clothes, dressed her in an old grey skirt and heavy wooden shoes, and sent her into the kitchen.

There she had to work from early morning until late at night. She got up before dawn, carried water, made fires, chopped wood, cooked and washed. Every dirty job had to be done by her.

Besides that, her stepsisters enjoyed making fun of her more than anything else. They pointed at her worn clothes and poor shoes and said:

“Look how the delicate little lady has dressed herself up!”

Then they laughed at her.

But even that was not enough for them. They were always thinking of new ways to cause her trouble and make her unhappy.

In the evenings, they brought a basket of peas or lentils from the pantry, scattered them into the ashes and ordered her:

“You must pick all of these out by morning, or you will be sorry!”

The poor girl was so tired that she could hardly stand, but she was not allowed to go to bed. She had to crouch beside the fireplace in the ashes and sort the peas and lentils.

She was always dirty and covered in dust, so they called her Cinderella.

Cinderella and the hazel tree

One day, the rich man was going to the fair and asked his two stepdaughters what they wanted him to bring them.

“A beautiful dress!” said one.

“Pearls and diamonds!” said the other.

“And what shall I bring you, Cinderella?” their father asked.

“Dear father, bring me the first branch that strikes your hat on your way home.”

The rich man bought beautiful clothes for his two stepdaughters, as well as pearls and diamonds, and then started home.

His road led through some bushes. As he rode through them, a hazel branch struck his hat. He broke it off and took it with him.

When he arrived home, he gave everyone what he had brought: the expensive presents to his two stepdaughters, and the hazel branch to Cinderella.

The girl thanked him for the gift, went to the cemetery and planted it on her mother’s grave. She cried bitterly as she did so, and her tears fell like rain.

The hazel branch took root and soon grew into a beautiful little tree.

Three times a day, Cinderella went to the cemetery, sat on her mother’s grave and told her about her difficult life.

Whenever she did this, a snow-white bird flew down onto the hazel tree. Cinderella only had to say what she wished for, and the bird immediately dropped what she had asked for.

The invitation to the royal ball

At that time, the king’s son was organizing a great celebration in the country. The festivities would last for three whole days.

Every beautiful girl in the country was invited, so that the prince could choose a wife from among them.

The stepsisters suddenly became very happy when they learned that they were invited to the celebration too.

They called Cinderella and ordered her:

“Comb our hair beautifully! Polish our shoes! Fasten our dresses! We are going to the royal palace for the wedding celebration.”

Cinderella did everything they asked, but whenever they were not looking, she kept crying because she also wanted to go dancing.

At last, she asked her stepmother to let her go to the ball.

“You, Cinderella?” her stepmother said in surprise. “Have you lost your mind? You are covered in dirt, and you want to go to a wedding celebration? How do you plan to dance when you have neither a dress nor shoes for the occasion?”

The girl continued to beg her. Her stepmother eventually grew tired of her pleading and said:

“Very well. I will scatter a bowl of lentils into the ashes here. If you can sort them all out in two hours, you may come with us.”

Cinderella waited until her stepmother had gone back into the room. Then she slipped out into the garden and called:

“Pigeons, doves, little birds of heaven, come and help me sort! Eat the bad grains quickly, and put the good ones into the bowl!”

At once, the air filled with rustling and the beating of wings. Two white pigeons flew through the kitchen window, then a flock of doves, and then every bird in the area came fluttering and whirring around the ashes.

The pigeons nodded their little heads, and their beaks worked busily: peck, peck, peck. The other birds began working too: peck, peck, peck. They quickly carried the good grains into the bowl.

Less than an hour later, they had finished. They flew out of the window and scattered across the sky as if they had never been there.

Cinderella happily ran to her stepmother with the bowl. She thought that now she would be allowed to go to the ball as well.

Her stepmother looked her up and down and curled her lips scornfully.

“What do you think? You do not even know how to dance! Everyone would laugh at you!”

Cinderella began to cry. Her stepmother thought of another task to give her, so that she would not have to see her sadness.

She went into the kitchen and scattered two bowls of millet into the ashes.

“If you sort these two bowls of millet in one hour, you may come with us.”

It was an impossible task, because millet grains were even smaller than lentils.

However, as soon as her stepmother returned to the room, Cinderella slipped out into the garden and called again:

“Pigeons, doves, little birds of heaven, come and help me sort! Eat the bad grains quickly, and put the good ones into the bowl!”

Once again, the air filled with rustling and beating wings. Two white pigeons flew through the kitchen window, then a flock of doves, and then every bird in the area fluttered and whirred around the ashes.

The pigeons nodded their little heads, and their beaks worked busily: peck, peck, peck. The other birds began working too: peck, peck, peck. They carried the good grains into the bowl as quickly as they could.

Less than half an hour later, they had finished. They flew out of the window and scattered across the sky as if they had never been there.

Cinderella’s heart leaped with joy, and she hurried to her stepmother.

Now she was certain that they would take her to the ball. But her stepmother said:

“It is no use, Cinderella. You cannot come with us. You would only bring shame on us!”

She turned her back on Cinderella, climbed into the carriage with her two proud daughters, and drove away to the celebration.

Cinderella at the palace

Cinderella was left alone at home. For a while, she sat sadly in the kitchen. Then she had an idea, went to her mother’s grave, stood beneath the hazel tree and began to say:

“Shake yourself, little tree, and give me silver and gold!”

At that moment, the branches above her head trembled, and the bird in the hazel tree dropped a golden and silver dress and a pair of silk slippers embroidered with silver.

Cinderella quickly dressed herself and went to the celebration.

The ball was already in full swing at the palace, and many guests were moving around the great hall. Her stepmother and her two stepsisters were there as well.

They did not recognize Cinderella. They thought she was some foreign princess. It never occurred to them that the beautiful girl in the golden dress could be Cinderella.

They thought she must still be crouching beside the fireplace, dirty and untidy, sorting millet from the ashes.

The prince was amazed when the unknown girl entered the hall. He went to meet her, bowed before her, took her hand and led her onto the dance floor.

He did not leave her side for a single moment. He paid attention only to her, and whenever someone wanted to ask Cinderella to dance, he declared:

“No, she cannot. She is my dancing partner.”

Shortly before midnight, Cinderella said:

“I am tired. I have had enough for today. I am going home.”

“I will escort you,” the prince offered, because he wanted to discover where the beautiful girl lived.

They walked together for a while, but when they turned into her street, Cinderella suddenly began to run. Before the prince could catch up with her, she turned through the gate and jumped into the dovecote.

The prince waited in the yard until the rich man returned from the celebration with his family.

He immediately called the rich man over and said:

“The beautiful girl I danced with this evening ran away from me and hid in your dovecote. I want to follow her.”

They tried to open the door, but it would not move because it had been bolted from the inside.

They quickly fetched axes and broke the door down. But inside they did not find a single soul.

By then, Cinderella was already lying in the ashes beside the kitchen fireplace, with only a poor little oil lamp flickering above her.

While the prince was trying to open the door from the front, Cinderella had jumped out through the back window of the dovecote. She had run to the hazel tree, taken off her beautiful dress and placed it on the grave together with the silk slipper.

The bird from the hazel tree flew down, took them away and carried them off.

Cinderella put on her dirty skirt and heavy wooden shoes, slipped back into the house, crouched down in the ashes and fell asleep.

The second night of the ball

The celebration continued at the palace the next day. Her stepsisters climbed into the carriage again and drove away.

Cinderella begged them in vain to take her with them. They laughed at her, mocked her and drove her away.

“A dirty creature like you dares to wish to go near the prince! Go back to your place at once! You belong on a rubbish heap, not in a palace!”

Cinderella cried for a while because of her stepsisters’ cruelty. Then she went to the hazel tree and began:

“Shake yourself, little tree, and give me silver and gold!”

The branches trembled above her head, and the bird dropped an even more beautiful dress than the one it had given her the day before.

Cinderella quickly dressed herself and went to the celebration.

The prince was already waiting near the door. He cared about nothing else; he was watching to see whether she would come.

When he saw her, he smiled happily, took her hand, led her onto the dance floor and danced only with her all evening.

Whenever a handsome young man came near them and asked the beautiful girl for a dance, the prince only shook his head:

“No, she cannot. She is my partner!”

Shortly before midnight, Cinderella said again:

“I am tired. I have had enough for today. I am going home.”

The prince went with her again. He thought that this time he would truly discover where the beautiful girl lived.

They walked together for a while, but when they turned into her street, Cinderella suddenly began to run. Before the prince could catch her, she turned through the gate, crossed the yard and ran behind the house into the garden.

There she climbed a large pear tree and hid among its leaves.

The prince called for her and searched for a while. Then he returned to the yard and waited until the rich man came home from the celebration with his family.

He called the rich man over and said:

“The beautiful girl I danced with this evening ran away from me again and came into your yard again. I think she climbed that pear tree in the garden.”

The rich man was astonished. Who could the unknown beautiful girl be who kept fleeing toward his house?

“Could it be Cinderella?” he thought.

He seized an axe and quickly cut down the pear tree. They searched through the branches, but found nobody there.

Then the man hurried into the house and into the kitchen. Cinderella was lying in her usual place in the ashes.

When the prince had returned from the garden to the yard, she had carefully climbed down from the tree, placed her beautiful dress beneath the hazel tree, put on her old dirty skirt, crouched down in her usual place among the ashes and fallen asleep.

The third night and the golden slipper

The third day of the celebration arrived. Her stepsisters went with their parents, while Cinderella hurried to her mother’s grave and began:

“Shake yourself, little tree, and give me silver and gold!”

At that moment, a dress fell before her. It was so magnificent and glittering that nobody in the world had ever seen anything like it.

The slipper was made of pure gold as well.

When Cinderella entered the hall, everyone was speechless with amazement.

Once again, the prince danced only with her. Whenever another young man approached them, the prince sent him away:

“I will not give her to anyone else, because she is my partner!”

Shortly before midnight, Cinderella said once more:

“I have had enough for today. I am going home.”

“I will escort you!” the prince offered.

That evening, however, Cinderella stayed at the ball a little longer. She was afraid that she would not get home in time to change her clothes and that her stepsisters might discover her.

She merely nodded to the prince, ran out of the door, hurried down the stairs and disappeared.

But that evening, the prince had ordered his servants to spread a thick layer of pitch on the stairs after all the guests had entered the rooms.

As Cinderella ran down the stairs, her left golden slipper became stuck in the pitch.

The prince picked it up, examined and turned the magnificent little golden shoe in his hands, then carefully put it away.

The next day, he went to the rich man’s house with the slipper.

“I want to marry a girl from this house. The girl whose foot fits this golden slipper will be my wife.”

Who can wear the golden slipper?

The two stepsisters were delighted. Both of them had small, pretty feet.

The older sister immediately took the shoe and went into her room to try it on. But her big toe would not fit inside. The shoe was too small for her.

Her mother stood beside her, excitedly watching to see whether her daughter would become queen.

She quickly brought a knife and said:

“Cut off your big toe! If you become queen, you will never have to walk again!”

The girl cut off her big toe, forced her foot into the little shoe, hid her pain and went out to the prince.

He lifted her onto his horse and rode away with her.

The road passed beside the cemetery, where Cinderella’s mother’s grave stood. Two pigeons were sitting on the hazel tree above it.

When the prince came near them, they began to coo sadly:

“Coo, coo, the girl is beautiful, but her foot is bleeding. The slipper is too small for her; the true bride is still at home.”

The prince looked down and saw blood coming from the slipper. He immediately turned his horse around and brought the false bride home.

“This is not the right girl,” he said. “Let the other girl try on the little shoe!”

The second sister went into the room with the slipper. Her big toe fitted inside easily, but her heel would not go in.

“Cut off a piece of your heel!” her mother told her, handing her the knife. “If you become queen, you will never have to walk again!”

The girl cut off part of her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, endured the pain and went out to the prince.

He lifted her onto his horse and rode away with her.

When they passed the hazel tree, the two pigeons began to coo sadly again:

“Coo, coo, the girl is beautiful, but her foot is bleeding. The slipper is too small for her; the true bride is still at home.”

The prince looked down and saw blood flowing from the shoe. It had turned the girl’s white stocking completely red.

He turned his horse around and brought this false bride home as well.

Cinderella próbájának lényege angolul

A „Hamupipőke angolul” feladatnál a legfontosabb szókincs a mese címéhez, a szereplőkhöz, a bálhoz és az aranycipellőhöz kapcsolódik.

Rövid angol változat gyerekeknek

Cinderella lived with her cruel stepmother and two mean stepsisters. They made her do all the dirty work in the house, so she was often covered in ashes.

One day, the prince invited all the young women in the country to a royal ball. Cinderella wanted to go, but her stepmother gave her impossible tasks.

With the help of the birds and the hazel tree at her mother’s grave, Cinderella received a beautiful dress and golden slippers. She went to the ball, where the prince danced only with her.

At midnight, Cinderella ran away and lost one of her slippers on the palace stairs. The prince searched the whole country for the girl whose foot would fit the slipper.

When Cinderella tried it on, it fitted perfectly. The prince recognized her as the mysterious girl from the ball, and Cinderella left her unhappy life behind.

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