Swanlike she was born, swanlike did she grow, with white hands and a graceful neck and eyes that looked unblinking at you. The servants, who all grumbled day and night about their work, would give her the best of the cream, the finest weaving, the sweetest olut brewed for her. Her brothers and sisters too, who should be jealous of the attention our little star received, instead protected her, coddled her. Her sisters did the mending rather than let her prick her fingers. Her brothers gathered kindling, which should be her job, carried hay to the cows in winter, rather than let her chap her hands. Swanlike they stayed, white.
Palakainen she was named, our little tidbit, our little treat...
6 comments:
OMG, I wondered when I saw the title of your post if this was Finnish and when I saw Kiitos, I knew... I used to be able to speak it (I was an exchange student there in the mid 80s) but alas, had no one to practice with when I got back to the States.
Anyway, beautiful description, I loved the cadence!
How wonderful! I'm glad serendipity brought you to my story. This one has an unusual cadence, but you might enjoy some of the other tales in Unikirja too.
Wow, fantastic snippet! I love the image you've used, too. :)
Wow, fantastic snippet! I love the image you've used, too. :)
Oh wow! Gorgeous, simply gorgeous.
Gayle, I just looted it from Mythic Journeys. Jean Marie, you're so kind!
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