Niinkö? Mitä olen tehnyt ansaitakseni sen? Onko satumetsässä noitia? Puita, jotka vangitsevat ohikulkijan kietoutumalla ympärille juurillaan ja oksillaan? Haltioita, jotka viettelevät tai pelaavat niin, että joudun haltiamaahan sadoiksi vuosiksi? Kesyjä eläimiä jotka laulavat kanssani? Susia jotka luulevat houkuttelevansa turmioon kunnes tajuavat punahilkkuuteni? Prinsessa Ruususen ja Lumikin valtakunnissa varmaan on satumetsiä... Pitäis ehkä tehdä jonkunlainen diili. Minkähänlaista prinsessojen elämä on ollut naimisiinmenon jälkeen? Onnellista joo joo, mutta mitä sitten tapahtui?
Satumetsässä saattaa olla mitä vain, ne on sillä tapaa villejä paikkoja ;).
Prinsessojen ensisijainen tehtävä on kai tuottaa perillisiä kruunulle. Vähintäänkin siinä vaiheessa, kun heistä tulee kuningattaria. Saduissa jälkikasvun tekeminen tapahtuu varmaankin pussailemalla tarpeeksi paljon prinssin/kuninkaan kanssa. Sitten haikara tuo vauvan.
Ei kaikissa saduissa noin... http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/kingthrushbeard/stories/pridepunished.html Ylläolevassa linkissä on eräs versio sadusta, jossa prinsessa torjuu kaikki kosijansa joista eräs teeskentelee työläistä päästäkseen huiputtamaan prinsessan vaimokseen. Tässä tarinan lapsenteko-osio:
"The gardener waited until she was deeply asleep, and then, thinking it was about time for him to dig in the garden of love, he slipped into bed and began to make love to her. Before she was well awake, the deed was done, and then she was in a quandary, for if she called for help and denounced the gardener, she would have to explain how he got into her room, and she didn't want to admit to that, for she was far too proud. So she decided that since she was no longer a maiden, she might as well enjoy the outcome. Thus the gardener-king became her lover, and before long, she conceived a child."
Olen lukenut hauskemmin muotoillun version, jonka yritän löytää :)
Ja Italo Calvinon versiossa nimeltä The Mincing Princess
"The gardener stretched out on the floor, as on the other nights, and pretended to sleep. He waited for the moment when everyone would surely be asleep and then, as if seized by chill, he began to shake all over, while his teeth chattered noisily. He was propped against the princess' door and, with all his trembling, made it sound like a drum being rolled. The princess woke up and, because of that racket, found it impossible to go back to sleep. She told him to be quiet. "I'm cold!" he moaned, trembling all the more. Unable to calm him down and fearing they would hear him in the palace and learn of her strange pact with the gardener, she finally got up and opened the door. "He's so simple-minded," she thought to herself, "no harm can possibly come of it." Simple-minded or no, the fact is that, from that night on, the princess began expecting a baby. Her anger and shame were boundless. Worried that everybody would soon know, she told the gardener. "There's nothing else for you to do," he said, "but to flee with me.""
...monia mielessäni liikkuvia asioita.
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Sä ansaitset satumetsän.
Niinkö? Mitä olen tehnyt ansaitakseni sen? Onko satumetsässä noitia? Puita, jotka vangitsevat ohikulkijan kietoutumalla ympärille juurillaan ja oksillaan? Haltioita, jotka viettelevät tai pelaavat niin, että joudun haltiamaahan sadoiksi vuosiksi? Kesyjä eläimiä jotka laulavat kanssani? Susia jotka luulevat houkuttelevansa turmioon kunnes tajuavat punahilkkuuteni?
Prinsessa Ruususen ja Lumikin valtakunnissa varmaan on satumetsiä... Pitäis ehkä tehdä jonkunlainen diili. Minkähänlaista prinsessojen elämä on ollut naimisiinmenon jälkeen? Onnellista joo joo, mutta mitä sitten tapahtui?
Satumetsässä saattaa olla mitä vain, ne on sillä tapaa villejä paikkoja ;).
Prinsessojen ensisijainen tehtävä on kai tuottaa perillisiä kruunulle. Vähintäänkin siinä vaiheessa, kun heistä tulee kuningattaria. Saduissa jälkikasvun tekeminen tapahtuu varmaankin pussailemalla tarpeeksi paljon prinssin/kuninkaan kanssa. Sitten haikara tuo vauvan.
Ei kaikissa saduissa noin... http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/kingthrushbeard/stories/pridepunished.html
Ylläolevassa linkissä on eräs versio sadusta, jossa prinsessa torjuu kaikki kosijansa joista eräs teeskentelee työläistä päästäkseen huiputtamaan prinsessan vaimokseen. Tässä tarinan lapsenteko-osio:
"The gardener waited until she was deeply asleep, and then, thinking it was about time for him to dig in the garden of love, he slipped into bed and began to make love to her. Before she was well awake, the deed was done, and then she was in a quandary, for if she called for help and denounced the gardener, she would have to explain how he got into her room, and she didn't want to admit to that, for she was far too proud. So she decided that since she was no longer a maiden, she might as well enjoy the outcome. Thus the gardener-king became her lover, and before long, she conceived a child."
Olen lukenut hauskemmin muotoillun version, jonka yritän löytää :)
Ja Italo Calvinon versiossa nimeltä The Mincing Princess
"The gardener stretched out on the floor, as on the other nights, and pretended to sleep. He waited for the moment when everyone would surely be asleep and then, as if seized by chill, he began to shake all over, while his teeth chattered noisily. He was propped against the princess' door and, with all his trembling, made it sound like a drum being rolled. The princess woke up and, because of that racket, found it impossible to go back to sleep. She told him to be quiet. "I'm cold!" he moaned, trembling all the more. Unable to calm him down and fearing they would hear him in the palace and learn of her strange pact with the gardener, she finally got up and opened the door. "He's so simple-minded," she thought to herself, "no harm can possibly come of it."
Simple-minded or no, the fact is that, from that night on, the princess began expecting a baby. Her anger and shame were boundless. Worried that everybody would soon know, she told the gardener. "There's nothing else for you to do," he said, "but to flee with me.""
Hykerryttävä tarina ja hyvin sensuelli aubreybeardsleyläinen pupu.
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