Grimm's Household Tales

Close by a great forest lived a poor woodcutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Grethel. He had little to bite and to break, and once, when great scarcity fell on the land, he could no longer procure daily bread. When he thought over this at night in his bed and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife, “What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?” “I will tell you what, husband,” answered the woman. “Early tomorrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is thickest. There we will light a fire for them and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we will be rid of them.” “No, wife,” said the man, “I will not do that. How can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest? The wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces.” “Oh, you fool!” she said. “Then all four of us must die of hunger, and you may as well plane the planks for our coffins.” And she left him no peace until he consented. “But I feel very sorry for the poor children, all the same,” said the man.

The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and they had heard what their stepmother had said to their father. Grethel wept bitter tears and said to Hansel, “Now all is over with us.” “Be quiet, Grethel,” said Hansel. “Do not distress yourself; I will soon find a way to help us.” And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside. The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles that lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and put as many of them in the little pocket of his coat as he could possibly get in. Then he went back and said to Grethel, “Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace; God will not forsake us.” And he lay down again in his bed. When day dawned, but before the sun had risen, the woman came and woke the two children, saying, “Get up, you sluggards! We are going into the forest to fetch wood.” She gave each a little piece of bread and said, “There is something for your dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else.” Grethel took the bread under her apron, while Hansel had the stones in his pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest. When they had walked a short time, Hansel stood still and peeped back at the house, and he did so again and again. His father said, “Hansel, what are you looking at there, and why are you staying behind? Pay attention to what you are doing, and do not forget how to use your legs.” “Ah, father,” said Hansel, “I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof and wants to say goodbye to me.” The wife said, “Fool, that is not your little cat; that is the morning sun shining on the chimneys.” Hansel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebbles out of his pocket onto the road.

When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said, “Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire so that you will not be cold.” Hansel and Grethel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lit, and when the flames were burning very high, the woman said, “Now, children, lie down by the fire and rest; we will go into the forest and cut some wood. When we have finished, we will come back and fetch you.”

Hansel and Grethel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the woodcutter’s axe, they believed that their father was near. It was not the axe, however; it was a branch that he had fastened to a withered tree, which the wind was blowing back and forth. And since they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes shut with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep. When at last they awoke, it was already dark night. Grethel began to cry and said, “How are we to get out of the forest now?” But Hansel comforted her and said, “Just wait a little until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way.” And when the full moon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by the hand and followed the pebbles, which shone like newly coined silver pieces and showed them the way.

They walked the whole night long, and at break of day they came once more to their father’s house. They knocked at the door, and when the woman opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Grethel, she said, “You naughty children, why did you sleep so long in the forest? We thought you were never coming back at all!” The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut him to the heart to leave them behind alone.

Not long afterward, there was once more great scarcity in all parts, and the children heard their mother saying at night to their father, “Everything is eaten again; we have half a loaf left, and after that there is an end. The children must go. We will take them farther into the woods, so that they will not find their way out again; there is no other way of saving ourselves!” The man’s heart was heavy, and he thought, “It would be better for you to share the last mouthful with your children.” The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B too, and since he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.

The children were still awake, however, and had heard the conversation. When the old folks were asleep, Hansel got up again and wanted to go out and pick up pebbles as he had done before, but the woman had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out. Nevertheless, he comforted his little sister and said, “Do not cry, Grethel; go to sleep quietly. The good God will help us.”

Early in the morning the woman came and took the children out of their beds. Their bit of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest, Hansel crumbled his in his pocket and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. “Hansel, why do you stop and look around?” said the father. “Go on.” “I am looking back at my little pigeon, which is sitting on the roof and wants to say goodbye to me,” answered Hansel. “Simpleton!” said the woman. “That is not your little pigeon; that is the morning sun shining on the chimney.” Hansel, however, little by little threw all the crumbs on the path.

The woman led the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives been before. Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said, “Just sit there, you children, and when you are tired, you may sleep a little. We are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are done, we will come and fetch you.” When it was noon, Grethel shared her piece of bread with Hansel, who had scattered his along the way. Then they fell asleep, and evening came and went, but no one came to the poor children. They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and said, “Just wait, Grethel, until the moon rises, and then we will see the crumbs of bread that I strewed about; they will show us our way home again.” When the moon came, they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds that fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up. Hansel said to Grethel, “We will soon find the way,” but they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day too, from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and they were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries that grew on the ground. And since they were so weary that their legs could carry them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep.

It had now been three mornings since they had left their father’s house. They began to walk again, but they always got deeper into the forest, and if help did not come soon, they would die of hunger and weariness. At midday they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when it had finished its song, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted; and when they came all the way up to the little house, they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar. “We will set to work on that,” said Hansel, “and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and you, Grethel, can eat some of the window; it will taste sweet.” Hansel reached up above and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Grethel leaned against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice cried from the room,

“Nibble, nibble, gnaw, / Who is nibbling at my little house?”

The children answered,

“The wind, the wind, / The heaven-born wind,”

and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hansel, who thought the roof tasted very nice, tore down a great piece of it, and Grethel pushed out one whole round windowpane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it. Suddenly the door opened, and a very, very old woman, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel and Grethel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head and said, “Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here? Do come in and stay with me. No harm will come to you.” She took them both by the hand and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes with sugar, apples, and nuts. Afterward two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hansel and Grethel lay down in them and thought they were in heaven.

The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality a wicked witch who lay in wait for children and had built the little house of bread only to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked it, and ate it, and that was a feast day for her. Witches have red eyes and cannot see far, but they have a keen sense of smell like the beasts and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hansel and Grethel came near her house, she laughed maliciously and said mockingly, “I have them; they will not escape me again!” Early in the morning, before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump red cheeks, she muttered to herself, “That will be a dainty mouthful!” Then she seized Hansel with her shriveled hand, carried him into a little stable, and shut him in with a grated door. He could scream as he liked; it was of no use. Then she went to Grethel, shook her until she awoke, and cried, “Get up, lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother. He is in the stable outside and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him.” Grethel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain; she was forced to do what the wicked witch ordered her to do.

And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Grethel got nothing but crab shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable and cried, “Hansel, stretch out your finger so that I can feel whether you will soon be fat.” Hansel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes, could not see it. She thought it was Hansel’s finger and was astonished that there was no way of fattening him. When four weeks had gone by and Hansel still continued thin, she was seized with impatience and would not wait any longer. “Hey, Grethel,” she cried to the girl, “be quick and bring some water. Let Hansel be fat or lean, tomorrow I will kill him and cook him.” Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch the water, and how her tears did flow down over her cheeks! “Dear God, do help us,” she cried. “If the wild beasts in the forest had only devoured us, we would at any rate have died together.” “Just keep your noise to yourself,” said the old woman. “All that won’t help you at all.”

Early in the morning, Grethel had to go out and hang up the cauldron with the water and light the fire. “We will bake first,” said the old woman. “I have already heated the oven and kneaded the dough.” She pushed poor Grethel out to the oven, from which flames of fire were already darting. “Creep in,” said the witch, “and see if it is properly heated, so that we can shut the bread in.” And once Grethel was inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she would eat her, too. But Grethel saw what she had in her mind and said, “I do not know how I am to do it; how do you get in?” “Silly goose,” said the old woman, “the door is big enough; just look, I can get in myself!” and she crept up and thrust her head into the oven. Then Grethel gave her a push that drove her far into it, shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh! Then she began to howl quite horribly, but Grethel ran away, and the godless witch was miserably burned to death.

Grethel, however, ran like lightning to Hansel, opened his little stable, and cried, “Hansel, we are saved! The old witch is dead!” Then Hansel sprang out like a bird from its cage when the door is opened for it. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about and kiss each other! And since they no longer had any need to fear her, they went into the witch’s house, and in every corner there stood chests full of pearls and jewels. “These are far better than pebbles!” said Hansel, and he thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in. Grethel said, “I, too, will take something home with me,” and filled her pinafore full. “But now we will go away,” said Hansel, “so that we can get out of the witch’s forest.”

When they had walked for two hours, they came to a large body of water. “We cannot get over,” said Hansel. “I see no plank to walk on, and no bridge.” “And no boat crosses either,” answered Grethel, “but a white duck is swimming there; if I ask her, she will help us over.” Then she cried,

“Little duck, little duck, do you see / Hansel and Grethel waiting for you? / There’s never a plank or bridge in sight; / Take us across on your back so white.”

The duck came to them, and Hansel seated himself on its back and told his sister to sit beside him. “No,” replied Grethel, “that will be too heavy for the little duck; she will take us across one after the other.” The good little duck did so, and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw their father’s house from afar. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlor, and threw themselves into their father’s arms. The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest; the woman, however, was dead. Grethel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness. My tale is done; there runs a mouse. Whoever catches it may make himself a big fur cap out of it.