Three sad stories

Why are we attached to sad stories?

We are emotionally bond to them more than to happy ones...

Such a split between bitter and sweet.

Three sad stories from my childhood.

1. Laleczka z saskiej porcelany

(The doll from saxon porcelain)

The story about the ballerina doll who was standing alone

on a dressing-table.

Then suddenly a porcelain prince charming appeared on a chest of drawers.

But.....

But how fragile happiness is sometimes

In the fragile world of porcelain

Malignant wind slammed the window

And the prince crashed "the Amen"

And again, standing next to the mirror

On the dressing table all alone

And only a small drop

Flowed down the porcelain

Translation from here.

Listen to song here. 

2. Był sobie król

(Once there was a king)

Here is a story of a sweet cane king, marzipan princess 

and a gingerbread page

who lived happily around roses.

But...

But fate was cruel, and their demise

A most uncanny slaughter

A dog ate the king, a cat ate the page

A mouse ate the princess-daughter

Translation from here.

Listen to song here. 

3. Andersen's The Steadfast Tin Soldier fairy tale

A story about a tin soldier and a paper ballerina

who fell in love, but...

Then the door blew open. A puff of wind struck the dancer. 

She flew like a sylph, straight into the fire with the soldier, 

blazed up in a flash, and was gone. 

The tin soldier melted, all in a lump. 

The next day, when a servant took up the ashes 

she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. 

But of the pretty dancer nothing was left except her spangle, 

and it was burned as black as a coal.

(All fairy tale here)

To not finish it in a such melancholic mood

 (in which in fact I immersed myself writing this post)

I will add Disney's version of the last story.

Of course Disney would not be Disney

if not add a happy end.

Extract from Fantasia 2000^^

With Dmitri Shostakovich's music ^^

Here