根据查尔斯·佩诺特的童话故事
从前有一个国王，他非常伟大
他深受人民爱戴，受到邻国的尊敬
他是最幸福的君主
娶了一个贤惠贤惠的妻子
他的幸福更大
这对夫妇和睦相处
他们有一个如此优雅和迷人的女儿
他们从来没有后悔过只有一个孩子
他们的宫殿是一个充满趣味和丰富的奇迹
建筑是宏伟的
那巨大的马厩里挤满了最英俊的骏马
但最让游客惊讶的是
一头驴在最显眼的地方展示
这种不公正的行为可能会让你大吃一惊
但是当你了解到这个动物罕见的能力时
你会同意，这个荣誉是应得的
然而，生命的变迁也落在国王身上
最大的善总是与不幸混合在一起
王后突然得了一种残忍的病
无论是精通希腊语的医生
还是《时尚》杂志上的庸医都不能为她做点什么
在我死之前，请允许我提出一个请求.
如果你想再婚
不，我最亲爱的女王，我不想.
Ask instead that I follow you.
我们的爱告诉我，可以相信你,
但是国家要求继承人.
我只给了你一个女儿.
你的大臣会要求你有一个儿子.
Hush.
听我说.
用你给我的爱发誓
只有当你发现一个女人比我更美丽时
你才会再结婚.
不可能的!
这样发誓，我就可以放心死去.
我发誓.
王后死了
Come, Father.
离开我，孩子.
我再也不想见到你了.
皇族内阁
说
我们认为你一个人独身，对你有害
对国家不利.
独处对国王是不健康的。 该是你再婚的时候了.
为什么你总是问不可能的事?
国家需要一个男性的继承人 来实现它的和平与安宁.
王国处于和平状态，不希望有战争.
你的顾问可以批准你的政策,
但我们也应该给你建议.
我理解你的原因。 我可以再婚
but I swore to the queen to wed only a princess
more beautiful than she.
- That was a vain promise. - How so?
A queen's beauty matters little provided she's virtuous and fertile.
I do not agree,
and I will not break my promise.
Seek in neighboring kingdoms
a princess who might suit me.
I wish but to please.
The prime minister!
Now the trouble begins.
You're burning me!
I beg your pardon, Your Majesty.
Well?
Two of our messengers have brought us
some charming portraits.
If they're like the others, no, thank you.
Those were so badly done that you couldn't tell
whether the girl was pretty or stupid.
Let me see.
This one's father has the largest kingdom you could —
Come now! Let me see!
She's hideous!
Her father would give you half his land —
Let him keep it all.
Would you have an ugly woman on my arm?
This one is no youth,
but her fortune exceeds by far —
The number of her years!
Sadness.
Boredom.
Pride.
Hypocrisy.
They're all one-eyed or hunchbacks
or perhaps deaf.
Have fairy-tale princesses
all disappeared?
There is this one.
Let me see.
Good God, she's lovely!
You kept her a secret, you traitor.
How sweet! How pure!
How graceful!
Look at the line of that shoulder.
Who is she?
Your daughter, sire.
Love is worn around the neck
The heart is mad
Four arms entwined
The soul is glad
Like a scarf woven of white wool
Love forms a knot
Love, love
Has made me mad
Love often makes a clamor
In youth
It cries, it stings
It swears false oaths
It makes those lovers suffer
Who refuse to turn the page
Love, love
Is never wise
How lovely she is!
Lovelier than the queen, sire,
and much more charming and intelligent.
When it has lived too long
With contented heart
Love, at the slightest snag
Frays
Caught on the nail of memory
Love dies in time
Love, love
I love you so!
Love, love
I love you so!
Your father, the king, has sent for you.
Love, love, I love you so!
You sent for me, Father?
Does that surprise you?
You've refused to see me since my mother's death.
Did that hurt you?
- Yes, Father. - I am sorry.
Solitude has been my sole companion.
I have decided that that must end.
Arise, dear daughter.
I was listening to you.
Your singing enchanted me.
If your soul is sensitive to music,
perhaps you do not dislike poetry either.
I know little poetry, but I enjoy it.
I have some poems from the future.
The ancients wrote well,
but the poets of tomorrow
may delight you more.
"Listening to your fairy lute,
trees and stones follow you, Orpheus,
letting you shape them as you choose.
Clio, the barmaid,
Calliope phoning in a scoop …
Urania turning on the gaslights
that paint the trees from below."
Do you like it?
It's troubling.
Your godmother, the lilac fairy, gave it to me.
Her knowledge of the future amazes me.
Listen to this one. It suits the moment so well.
"The ring is slipped on the finger
after a kiss seals our vows.
What our lips murmured
is in the ring on the finger.
Weave roses through your hair."
I love you, my daughter, and wish to marry you.
Poetry deranges you, Father.
I beg you to stop.
- Do you love me? - Very much.
Very much is not enough.
Allow me to go, Father. I feel weary and troubled.
Be that as it may, I have decided to marry you,
and marry you I will.
Ask not such a crime of me. Let me think on it.
I give you until tomorrow.
You are wise and learned.
Your counsel has never led me astray.
I love the princess and wish to marry her.
Is mine a sinful love?
Is the princess fond of Your Majesty?
She says she loves me very much,
yet she's confused.
Do you see what I mean?
The princess is too young to understand
the stirrings of her heart.
It's written here
that all little girls who are asked,
"Whom do you wish to marry when you grow up?"
reply without fail, "I want to marry Daddy."
Do you have a daughter?
Alas, no.
But if I did,
I would certainly marry her.
You are the wisest of the wise.
I shall marry the princess.
You at this hour!
You know I hate to be taken unawares.
Forgive me, godmother, but it's terribly urgent.
Come now.
Don't cry, child.
It will leave furrows on your face.
But it's too dreadful!
Calm down and have a seat.
No, not a word. I know all about it.
Let me finish dressing. And dry your tears.
You, go outside and play.
Yellow is definitely not my color.
That's better.
Dear child, it would be a great mistake to marry your father.
You must gently discourage him.
But I love him.
I know …
but you're confusing different kinds of love.
I must give him an answer tomorrow.
The situation calls for great attention
Children do not marry their parents, my child
You love your father, and I understand
But whatever your reasons or feelings may be
Boys do not marry their mothers, my child
And it is the tradition
In every condition
For lawmakers to decree
That girls do not marry their daddies
A prince with a shepherdess may find joy
But a girl with her father
Can expect nothing but tainted offspring
My child, you must forget without regret
These depraved phantasms
And you will encounter a charming ragamuffin
Or perhaps a beggar prince
But kindly abjure
This union impure
Life will offer you gifts, my child
But first you must
Conform to the plan
I have concocted for you
Have no fear of getting lost
I shall enlighten you at all cost
I shall protect you and show you the way
That I have traced without delay
Be of good cheer
I've arranged it all, my dear
Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen to you
if you follow my advice.
Are you sure?
Fairies are always right.
We must set your father an impossible challenge.
You must tell him you have a whim for —
oh, I don't know —
a dress the color of … the weather.
The weather?
It's terribly complicated and costly.
Even with all his powers, he'll never manage it.
A dress the color of the weather — is that a condition?
More like a whim.
And then you'll marry me?
Yes, Father.
The devil take me!
Good weather? Bad weather?
Good weather, Father.
What kind of weather?
Good weather, of course!
And I need it by tomorrow.
We'll never make it in time.
The color of the weather! Horse feathers!
He succeeded! How dreadful!
Let me look at you.
It's gorgeous.
I've never had anything like it.
I honestly didn't think it was possible.
He must love you very much indeed.
What do we do now?
We must be completely unreasonable.
Ask for a dress
that's more sparkling, less common.
A dress the color of the moon.
Go at once.
The color of the moon?
Yes, Father.
More sparkling and less common.
But that one suits you perfectly.
I find it … quite ordinary.
I would not displease you.
The color of the moon?
Yes, Father.
The color of the moon?
Even more lustrous than the nightly orb.
Now he's asking for the moon!
What a beautiful dress! My father's so sweet.
I'm full of love and ready to marry him.
- You can't. - But he's so nice.
Impossible.
I tore my dress again.
- How sad. - Perhaps, but that's life.
But something's amiss.
My magic spell doesn't work. Could it be worn out?
Can a spell wear out like a dress?
No, but it can grow weak like a battery.
A battery? What's that?
Nothing. I'm getting old.
But fairies don't get old.
You're right. I'd forgotten.
Still, my power over men is growing weak.
My spell doesn't work on your father anymore.
I must admit I feel great tenderness for him.
Please!
We shall conquer this unwholesome passion.
Calm down, now.
We'll be simply odious.
Tell him you want a dress the color of the sun.
- He'll give it to me. - Then we'll see.
Anyway, I have another idea too.
I think he'll be surprised
by the request I advise you to make.
What now?
Listen.
No, not that!
That's horrible! I'd never dare!
I'd rather marry him! - You have no choice.
Are you satisfied?
Frankly, I should like a more dazzling dress …
the color of the sun.
Is this one not dazzling enough?
It could be made of gold and diamonds.
Are you vain, my dear?
Not really.
Why are you toying with me?
You shall have your dress if you assure me
it's a pledge of love and not merely a whim.
It's no whim, Father.
Go on. Ask him what I told you.
I can't!
Go on. I command you.
How dazzling!
I've never seen anything so radiant!
You are beautiful, daughter!
Are you happy?
I am, Father.
I'm filled with joy. Is this your last request?
Or, before our marriage,
have you some other desire I can satisfy?
Yes, but I hesitate.
Tell me.
I'd like the skin of that old donkey in your stables.
My banker?
Yes, Father.
You surprise me with this strange request.
Someone's put this monstrous idea into your head,
probably your fairy godmother, who's despised me ever since —
- Since when? - That's not important.
Besides, I don't care what the fairies think,
especially that one.
Well, if this is your last request before our marriage,
it will be granted.
You will have that donkey's skin this very night.
- Stop this childishness! - I can't elude him.
It's cruel to make him suffer.
He's already planning the wedding.
That's just too bad.
Why must I refuse his love? What have you got against my father?
I owe you no explanations.
Your father behaved badly
in a matter that concerns him and me alone.
Fairies, like women, hold grudges.
Come now, don't cry!
If my father loves me, why not do as he wishes?
Why flee from him?
It's only pride. I owe him my life, after all.
That shows how sadly lacking your education has been.
What do you advise?
You must leave at once.
He'll find me wherever I go.
You'll be in disguise.
You have the oddest ideas.
Hurry now.
Wrap this skin around you. - Horrors!
Do as I say. I have everything planned.
Where's my wand?
Here's a trunk for your dresses, your mirror,
your diamonds and rubies.
Take my wand too.
- But what about you? - I have another at home.
Strike the ground with this wand,
and your trunk will appear whenever you need it.
Come. - What for?
Come here.
No one must recognize you.
You enjoy making me look hideous!
Don't be silly. I'm helping you. This is going to be an ordeal.
Life is not as easy as you think,
even for the daughter of a king.
Now, a carriage awaits at the gate
to take you to safety beyond the seas.
Good luck, my child.
Lend me my wand to get home.
Come in, Donkey Skin. I've been expecting you.
I need a scullery maid to wash the rags.
Yes, ma'am.
Call me "old woman" — or don't address me at all.
You'll start tomorrow.
Everyone's asleep today.
You're even filthier than I expected.
Scullery maids are always filthy.
You think too much.
Go clean the pig trough. - Yes, old woman.
I'm tired from my long journey. Where may I rest?
There's a hut in the forest. Off with you.
How wretched! Where do I start?
The bed.
A chair.
The table.
A looking glass.
Candles.
And my trunk.
Love, love, I love you so
I love you so
The princess cannot be found.
Search the stables, the sheepfold, the cellars.
We've searched everywhere.
She was asleep in her bedroom last night.
Some Romeo passing through may have carried her off.
You speak nonsense!
I'm going mad!
Send out 100 messengers and 1,000 musketeers.
Search every hamlet, every vineyard,
and every meadow — but bring her back!
- Dead or alive? - Alive, you fool!
This is too much to bear!
What about the wedding?
Postpone it.
No wedding, no banquet, no decorations, no cake, no bells!
Leave me in peace,
and do not disturb me again until you've found her.
I will not be consoled …
except by her presence.
Be gone!
Oh, she's disgusting!
Oh, she's dirty!
Oh, she's filthy!
The poor thing
She must be sick
They say her skin hides some disease
Maybe the mange
Just look at her
You can't tell her hands from her face
With that hair all over How disgusting
She won't have a chance to see the prince
Before kissing her, he'd have to wash her
She must smell foul from head to toe
The old woman said you must clean
The stables and the barn
- Do you know why? - How would I know?
Our prince is coming Sunday
He's a stickler for cleanliness
- Not like her - She's disgusting
Let's get away from here
She infests the air
They say she's evil
You'd better hide
If the prince sees you, he might have you driven off
You won't be allowed at the feast
The king's soldiers might take you for a beast
And kill you
I won't take up much room nor make any noise
But I want to see the prince go by
Then I'll leave
She wants to see the prince!
They'll all take flight at such a sight
What is your name, noble lady?
They call me Donkey Skin
- Is it your skin that stinks? - I think it's her body
I've never seen anything so hideous
Am I really guilty? What crime have I committed?
I don't deserve such a miserable life
Unless a Prince Charming comes for me
I vow here and now to go out and find him
Are we almost there?
Almost, sire.
You've eaten nothing, sire.
I'm not hungry.
Is something bothering you?
I was thinking how odd the world is.
They say it may stop turning.
The fairies will start it up again.
- I don't believe in them. - I do.
Fairies are an unseen force
that drive us to act for good … or evil.
Excuse me.
I need peace and quiet.
- I'll go with you. - I didn't say I needed company.
Love hides within the heart
Like a thief
And secretly plans
The heart's downfall
Like a worm inside a cherry
Recalling happy days
Are you bored, Prince?
Never, Rose.
There's so much to do,
to discover, to understand.
You sang of love. Is it love you seek?
Of course … like everyone else.
Then follow the path. You need only trust.
Thank you, Rose.
Love, love, I love you so
Why do you knock at a time like this?
I've waited so long
For you to bring me happiness
Love, love, I love you so
Tell me, woman, who's that princess in the forest?
- Princess? That's a scullery maid, sire. - She has the loveliest face.
Little Red Riding Hood, perhaps!
She's a lowly servant.
They call her Donkey Skin due to that carcass on her back.
- Donkey Sin? - Donkey Skin!
Donkey Skin. What a lovely name!
Kind sir …
the wine and sun here have muddled your senses.
I haven't tasted your wine,
and the sun shone only to lead me to her.
You have a mysterious expression, sire.
- I just saw an angel. - Goodness me!
Let them hang me
If I didn't dream it
I wonder
If I haven't found
Love in my path
Love that makes the wisest men go mad
I seemed to recognize
Love's features
Such youth
Such grace, such beauty
Such tenderness
Such serenity
My life depends upon her
I shall live for her alone
Her love
Must belong to me
I'd given up hope
I was driven to despair
I went on living joylessly
Then she appeared
Lovelier than an angel
Come down among us men
I'd give my life for her
Even if I were hanged
I must see her again
I do not wish to die
Of love
- You're trembling, sire. - There's a spell upon him.
Yes … and what joy!
Prepare the horses. We're leaving.
Were you asleep?
I thought I heard sounds from your room.
We weren't expecting you until tomorrow.
That's not a rebuke,
but you know how I worry when you're on the road.
Did you have a good trip?
What's that mean?
It means Father should do something about his kingdom.
There are still scullery maids living in huts.
Take that up with your father.
You look troubled. Are you ill?
I rode 50 leagues. I'm tired.
- You're burning up. - I'm exhausted.
You gallop like mad. You have a fever.
Are you ill?
Just my luck.
For your return, I've arranged the Ball of the Cats and the Birds.
The Marquis of Carabas will attend.
Every princess will be rushing here to see you.
You hear me? Shall I call a doctor?
No! Thank you.
Leave me now. I need to rest.
Where's that son of yours? Must we beg him to appear?
I've sent for him three times.
Does he know this ball is in his honor?
Yes. He says he doesn't feel well.
- Where is he? - He refuses to leave his room.
That isn't like him.
Does he have some secret?
Not that I know of.
- Has he eaten? - He didn't touch his food.
- I'll go get him. - No, I'll go.
Mademoiselle de Ségur has inquired about you.
Mademoiselle de Clèves traveled four days.
They're all clamoring to see you.
I don't care about those silly wenches. I wish only to see that girl.
I have to marry her.
I assure you she's a scullery maid.
And I assure you she's a great beauty.
Your absence is already the cause of many rumors.
If you tell them you wish to marry a scullery maid,
they'll lock you up.
You're right.
But I must find a way to see her.
And I won't leave this room until I do.
I'll lie sick in bed.
I have spoken.
What did you say?
Your Majesty.
Leave us, Godefroy.
The king is concerned about you. - He needn't be.
- You haven't eaten a bite. - I have no appetite.
You left the hunt early, you wouldn't attend the play,
and now you refuse to come to the ball.
Everything seems to bore and annoy you.
Is there nothing I can do to lift your spirits?
Now that you mention it, there's just one thing
that could lift my spirits.
Just name it. You know I couldn't refuse.
A cake made by Donkey Skin.
Who?
Donkey Skin. You don't know her.
But you aren't even hungry!
Don't argue. It's the only thing I really want.
My wish may seem banal, but it's as good as anything else.
A cake?
Donkey Skin, you say? - Yes.
Donkey Skin.
Get some rest, my child.
Thibaud, I wish to ask you a question.
- A riddle? - I said a question.
Do you know Donkey Skin?
Your Majesty, there's no uglier creature in the world.
And she stinks to high heaven!
Who is she?
A filthy thing that lives on one of your farms
and keeps the pigs.
Filthy or not, go at once.
The prince demands she make him a cake.
I won't get there before daybreak.
All the more reason to hurry.
Hurry … yes … right.
This girl must be quite a cook!
Here we are.
- Are you Donkey Skin? - Yes, sir.
I am the queen's overseer.
The prince, who must be ill,
requests a quake — I mean, a cake made by you.
Do you have all you need? - Yes, sir.
Then hurry, wench.
We'll be waiting.
I hope she washes her hands.
A cake for the prince.
My cookbook!
Apple savarin, rum pastry,
walnut delight, royal cream puffs — no.
Apricot cobbler, plum soufflé …
strawberry shortcake, pineapple charlotte.
Ah … a love cake!
My dress the color of the sun!
Prepare …
Prepare your dough
In a shallow …
In a shallow bowl
And without further ado
Light your oven
Then take …
Then take some flour
And pour it …
And pour it in the bowl
Four generous handfuls
And make a little …
A little well in the center
Then choose four …
Choose four fresh eggs
Laid this very …
Laid this very morning
Because 20 days later
A chick is bound …
A chick is bound to appear
A whole bowl …
A whole bowl of milk
Nice and creamy …
Nice and creamy, if you please
Sprinkle with sugar
And then mix …
And then mix it well
A handful of sweet butter
A pinch of …
A pinch of leavening
A drop of honey
And a dash of …
And a dash of salt
And now it's time
While kneading the dough
To slip in a present
For your be …
For your betrothed
Make a lover's wish
While the dough is resting
Butter the dish
And let it bake …
And let it bake one hour
The donkey skin!
Get up, lazybones.
Wake up. You mustn't keep the prince waiting.
Hurry up.
- How is he? - Impossible to say.
He's delirious, yet he has no fever.
Are there no fairies around?
They're all busy. It's the full moon.
But you're men of science!
We never saw a case like this at school.
The cake, Your Majesty.
- What do you think? - You know I don't like cake.
What do you think?
It smells like good butter.
Excellent.
Here, my child.
Taste it when you're good and ready.
I'm not very hungry.
He shouldn't gobble it like that.
He'll get air in his blood.
He's choking!
Do something! He's been poisoned!
He hasn't eaten in three days.
Get him some water.
Thank you all.
The cake was delicious. I feel much better.
I'd like to sleep now. You may go.
We mustn't upset him.
His mysterious illness seems marked by constant fluctuations.
His cough will subside shortly.
I knew not that you loved me
Are you certain of it now?
A golden ring told me so
There must be a spell on us
But what will we do with so much happiness?
Show it to the world or conceal it?
We will build a life together
Like no others have ever built
Our love will be a legend
And we will live long in memory
But what will we do with so much love?
Show it to the world or conceal it?
We'll do all that is forbidden
We'll go together to the snack bar
We'll smoke a pipe in secret
We'll stuff ourselves on cake
But what will we do with so much joy?
This world is overflowing with it
We'll do all that is forbidden
We'll go together to the snack bar
We'll smoke a pipe in secret
We'll stuff ourselves on cake
But what will we do with so much joy?
This world is overflowing with it
We'll have a great many children
And our life together will be
An enchanted fairy tale
The royal physicians!
Did you consult your books?
Yes, Your Majesty,
and we all agree on the diagnosis.
Tell us.
The prince is dying of love.
- Love? - I knew it.
What do you advise?
Marriage, Your Majesty.
Is it urgent?
The sooner the better.
Thank you for your wise counsel.
We will reflect on the matter.
I refuse to handle this matter. You must do it.
As you wish.
Wait. I'll go with you.
My dear son!
My dear child!
- We know everything. - You're lucky.
You shall have her, no matter how hideous or stupid.
- Let's not get carried away. - You promised.
Tell us her name.
I don't wish to distress you,
but I can't even tell you her name.
Look.
I shall marry the girl who can wear this ring.
What's that ring?
Who gave it to you? - No, no questions.
- But we could — - No, I know you!
If I tell you this much, you'll want her whole genealogy.
Then I shall command all the ladies to come —
To try the ring on.
Thank you.
"By order of the king!
All maidens are to come to the palace
to try on a ring.
But remark well: maidens only!
The one whom the ring fits perfectly
will marry the prince, heir to the throne.
Know ye further
that said ring is very small,
and the finger in question must be slender."
Come hither, ladies
This elixir of gazelle milk will make your finger so slender
That you will wed the prince
This way, my beauties
I'll make your finger slender and smoother than a plum
And the prince will fall head over heels
I have a miracle salve
To make our fingers slender
Quick, let's open it
And rub it in well
Push harder, lazybones!
I'm afraid of hurting you
Are you stupid or just pretending?
Tighten until I tell you to stop!
Mother, hurry
The prince awaits
My finger's growing thinner
Mine will fit the golden ring
My skin's peeling off!
Mine is down to the bone!
Serves you right
You featherbrains!
The fake! The quack!
Just look at my finger!
It looks terrible
Look at mine It's twice as fat as it was
- They're so silly! - He's jealous
All that just to marry a prince!
You're just a cruel scamp
Ouch! You're pinching me!
- Help! - What is it, Esther?
- I cut myself - Serves her right
Make him go away!
Beauty has its price
Princesses first …
then duchesses fallow — I mean, follow —
then marchionesses.
What a crowd!
What if it fits several of them?
No chance of that.
But what if it does?
It's true. I hadn't thought of that.
Calm down! There's no hussy — I mean, no hurry.
And please don't push!
I said countesses, and then behinds —
I mean, baronesses — behind them.
Sorry.
It's well-known I have the slenderest finger in the county.
Next.
Come back in a few years.
With pleasure, Your Highness.
Almost, but not quite.
Maids and chambermaids first, then cooks.
Kitchen hands and turkey keepers last.
Stop your crackling — I mean, your cackling!
Miss Gauthier, servant in the castle.
Miss Nicolette, cook.
Miss Salt-and-Pepper, turkey keeper.
Miss Glumcakes, no occupation.
I doubt it's even worth trying, sire.
Give me your hand.
No, the other one.
I told you so.
Is there no one else?
No, Your Highness.
There's no one else, Your Majesty.
My dear child …
every lady of the realm answered your summons.
None could wear the ring.
I am very sorry.
I'm quite surprised,
because this ring must belong to someone.
Come to think of it, I don't think I saw Donkey Skin,
the girl who made me the cake.
Did no one inform the girl?
I don't know, Your Majesty.
Send for her immediately.
Here she is, Your Majesty.
Donkey Skin!
Do you live at the third farm down the road?
Yes, Your Highness.
Show me your hand.
It's all arranged. I'm marrying your father.
Try to look pleased.
My daughter.
My dear daughter, here you are.
We'll never be parted again.
The festivities
lasted almost three months.
Kings came from every land:
the king of India with his elephant, the king of Africa with his camel,
the king of Siam with his cats, coaches, and sedan chairs.
They say the couple's love would endure even now
if they hadn't died a hundred years later.
Our tale is perhaps difficult to believe …
but as long as there are children and mothers and grandmothers,
it will live on in memory.