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Ashenputtle (Cinderella German Version

Found in an English translation of Grimms' Tales for Young and Old originally published in hardcover by Doubleday in 1977. Translated from the Winkler-Verlag (Munich) edition of the Complete Kinder-und Hausmärchen (Tales For Young and Old) by Jakob and Willhelm Grimm, as first published in 1819.
Begins on page 83 of said edition of this particular collection of books, Skylights.

This is Not A Book For Kids Faint of Heart or Queasy. You've been warned

Ashenputtle (yes this is the Proper German and spelling for the story. And it is also how my second German teacher pronounced it herself she always added the en after Ash and she was an Honors level Teacher of the language I trust her more than the stereotypes about the language online today. You can't beat a professional German teaching at highschool––Lumna10 out)

A Rich Man's wife fell sick and, feeling that her end was near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said: "Dear child, be good and say your prayers; God will help you, and I shall look down on you from heaven and always be with you." With that she closed her eyes and died. Every day the little girl went out to her mother's grave and wept, and she went on being good and saying her prayers.
When winter came, the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when spring took it off, the man remarried.
  His new wife brought two daughters into the house. Their faces were beautiful and lily-white, but their hearts were ugly and black. That was the beginning of a bad time for the poor step-child. "Why should this silly goose sit in the parlor with us?" they said. "People who want to eat bread must earn it. Get into the kitchen where you belong!" They took away her fine clothes and gave hr an old gray dress and wooden shoes to wear. "Look at the haughty princess in her finery!" they cried and laughing, led her to the kitchen. From then on she had to do all the work, getting up before daybreak, carrying water, lighting fires, cooking and washing. In addition the sisters did everything they could to plague her. They jeered at her and poured peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she had to sit there picking them out. At night, when she was tired out with work. she had no bed to sleep in but had to lie in the ashes by the hearth. And they took to calling her Ashenputtle because she always looked dusty and dirty.
  One day when her father was going to the fair, he asked his two stepdaughters what he should bring them. "Beautiful dresses," said one. "Diamonds and pearls," said the other. "And you, Ashenputtle. What would you like?" "Father," she said, "break off the first branch that brushes against your hat on your way home, and bring it to me." So he brought beautiful dresses, diamonds and pearls for his two stepdaughters, and on the way home, as he was riding through a copse, a hazel branch brushed against him and knocked off his hat. So he broke off the branch and took it home with him. When he got home, he gave the stepdaughters what they had asked for, and Ashenputtle the branch. After thanking him, she went to her mother's grave and planted the hazel sprig over it and cried so hard that her tears fell on the sprig and watered it. It grew and became a beautiful tree, and when Ashenputtle made a wish the little white bird threw down what she had wished for.
  Now it so happened that the king arranged a celebration. It was to go on for three days and all the beautiful girls in the kingdom were invited, in order that his son might choose a bride. When the two stepsisters heard they had been asked, they were delighted. They called Ashenputtle and said: "Comb our hair, brush our shoes, and fasten our buckles. We're going to the wedding at the king's palace." Ashenputtle obeyed, but she wept, for she too would have liked to go dancing, and she begged her stepmother to let her go. "You little sloven!" said the stepmother. "How can you go to a wedding when you're all dusty and dirty? How can you go dancing when you have neither dress nor shoes?" But when Ashenputtle begged and begged, the stepmother finally said: "Here, I've dumped a bowlful of lentils in the ashes. If you can pick them out in two hours, you may go." The girl went out the back door to the garden and cried out: "O tame little doves, O turtledoves, and all the birds under the heaven come and help me put the good ones in the pot, the bad ones in your crop."
Two white doves came flying through the kitchen window, and then two turtledoves, and finally all the birds under heaven came flapping and fluttering and settled down by the ashes. The doves nodded their heads and started in, peck peck peck peck,  and all the others started in, peck peck peck peck and they sorted out all the good lentils and put them in the bowl. Hardly an hour had passed before they finished and flew away. Then the girl brought the bowl to her stepmother, and she was happy, for she thought she'd be allowed to go to the wedding. But the stepmother said: "No, Ashenputtle. You having nothing to wear and you don't know how to dance; the people would only laugh at you." When Ashenputtle began to cry, the stepmother said: "If you can pick two bowlfuls of lentils out of the fireplace in an hour, you may come."  And she thought, "She'll never be able to do it." When she had dumped the two bowlfuls of lentils in the ashes, Ashenputtle went out the back door to the garden and cried out: "O tame little doves, O turtledoves, and all the birds under heaven, come and help me put the good ones in the pots, the bad ones in your crop."
Then two little white doves came flying through the kitchen window, and then two turtledoves, and finally all the birds under heaven came flapping and fluttering and settled down by the ashes. The doves nodded their heads and started in, peck peck peck peck,  and all the others started in, peck peck peck peck and they sorted out all the good lentils and put them in the bowls. Before an hour had passed, they had finished and they all flew away, Then the girl brought the bowls to her stepmother, and she was happy, for she thought she'd be allowed to go to the wedding. But her stepmother said: "It's no use. You can't come, because you have nothing to wear and you don't know how to dance. We'd only be ashamed of you." Then she turned her back and hurried away with her two proud daughters.
  When they had all gone out, Ashenputtle went to her mother's grave. She stood under the hazel tree and cried: "Shake your branches, little tree,
Throw gold and silver down on me."

Whereupon the bird tossed down a gold and silver dress and slippers embroidered with silk and silver. (the dresses and shoes will change on the other two nights). Ashenputtle slipped into the dress as fast as she could and went to the wedding. Her sisters and stepmothers didn't recognize her. She was so beautiful in her golden dress that they thought she must be the daughter of some foreign king. They never dreamed it could be Ashenputtle, for they thought she was sitting at home in her filthy rags, picking lentils out of the ashes. The king's son came up to her took her by the hand and danced with her. He wouldn't dance with anyone else and he never let go her hand. When someone else asked for a dance, he said: "She is my partner,"
  She danced until evening, and then she wanted to go home. The king's son said: "I'll go with you, I'll see you home," for he wanted to find out to whom the beautiful girl belonged to. But she got away from him and slipped into the dovecote. The king's son waited until her father arrived, and told him the strange girl had slipped through the dovecote. The old man thought: "Could it be Ashenputtle?" and he sent for an axe and a pick and broke into the dovecote, but there was no one inside. When they went indoors, Ashenputtle was lying in the ashes in her filthy clothes and a dim oil lamp was burning on the chimney piece, for Ashenputtle had slipped out the back end of the dovecote and run to the hazel tree. There she had taken off her fine clothes and put them on the grave and the bird had taken them away. Then she had put her gray dress on again, crept into the kitchen and lain down in the ashes.
  Next day when the festivities started in again and her parents and stepsisters had gone, Ashenputtle went to the hazel tree and said: "Shake your branches, little tree, Throw gold and silver down on me."
Whereupon the bird threw down a dress that was even more dazzling than the first one. And when she appeared at the wedding, everyone marveled at her beauty. The king's son was waiting for her. He took her by the hand and danced with no one but her. When others came and asked her for a dance, he said: "She is my partner."  When evening came, she said she was going home. The king's son followed her wishing to see which house she went into, but she ran away and disappeared unto the garden behind the house, where there was a big beautiful tree with the most wonderful pears growing on it. She climbed among the branches nimbly as as a squirrel and the king's son didn't know what become of her. He waited until her father arrived and said to him. "The strange girl has got away from me and I think she has climbed up in the pear tree." Her father thought: "Could it be Ashenputtle?" He sent for an axe and chopped the tree down, but there was no one in it. When they went into the kitchen, Ashenputtle was lying there in the ashes as usual, for she had jumped down the other side of the tree, brought her fine clothes back to the bird in the hazel tree, and put on her filthy gray dress.
   On the third day, after her parents and sisters had gone, Ashenputtle went back to her mother's grave and said to the tree. "Shake your branches, little tree,
Throw gold and silver down on me."
Whereupon the bird threw down a dress that was more radiant than either of the others, and the slippers were all gold. When she appeared at the wedding, the people were too amazed to speak. The king's son danced with no one but her, and when someone else asked her for a dance, he said: "She is my partner."
  When evening came, Ashenputtle wanted to go home, and the king's son said he'd go with her, but she slipped away so quickly that he couldn't follow. But he had thought up a trick. He arranged to have the whole staircase brushed with pitch, and as she was running down it the pitch pulled her left slipper off. The king's son picked it up. and it was tiny and delicate and all gold. Next morning he went to the father and said: "No girl shall be my wife but the one this golden shoe fits." The sisters were overjoyed, for they had beautiful feet.
(Part 2 of Ashenputtle will continue in next chapter with a trigger warning for younger audiences my friends. Thanks for reading this.)