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A poor miller's daughter is forced to spin straw into gold for the king. A little man helps her, but in return, she must promise him her first child. The king marries the girl and they have a baby. The little man demands the baby, but the queen discovers his name is Rampolstinsky and saves her child. The little man disappears. Pampachinsky from The Game of the Brothers Grimm. The tale is illustrated by Paul Ogielinski. Once there was a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter. On his way to town, one day the miller encountered a king. Wanting to express him, the miller said, Such a daughter was from the art of spinning thread and gold. Now the king had a passion for gold, and such an art intrigued him. So he ordered the miller to send his daughter to the castle straight away. When the girl was brought before him, the king led her to a room that was filled with straw. He gave her spools and spinning wheels and said, Your mind might think all night, but if you have not gone this strong into gold, by now you might have today. With that, he locked the door, and the girl was left inside alone. There sat the poor miller's daughter, with the slightest idea how anyone could spin gold into gold, throw into gold. For the life of her, she did not know what to do. She grew more and more frightened, and she began to weep. Suddenly, the door sprang open, and a tiny man stepped in. Good evening, mistress miller, he said. Why are you sobbing? Oh, the little girl cried, I must spin this thread into gold, and I don't know how. What will you give me if I spin it for you? My necklace. The little man answered the girl. The little man took her necklace and sat down at the spinning wheel. He pulled three times, and the spool was full of gold. He threaded another spool, and he pulled, and that one too was full, and so it went on until morning, when all the straw was full, and all the spools were full of gold. When the king came at sunrise, he was amazed, and the leaves passed out. That gold only made him griever, so he led the miller's daughter into a larger room, where he filled it with straw, and he ordered her to spin this straw too before dawn, if she wanted her life. The girl did not come that to do, she began to weep once more. The door opened, and the little man spinned in. What will you give me if I spin this thread into gold for you? A scarf. A ring on my finger. A little girl and a little man took her ring. Then he said, the spinning wheel rang, and before the night was over, he had spun all the straw into gold. After spinning, the king read a piece of gold spun louder in the morning. Like the king read out the spin of so much gold, but since he had not satisfied, he led the miller's daughter into a larger room, where he filled it with straw. Don't you want to spin this straw too? Ordered the king. And if you spin, you can become my queen. Because he thought a cloud not find a rich wife in all the world. When the king had left, the little man appeared for the third time. What will you give me if I spin for you yet once more? He asked. I have nothing else. Then promise that when you become queen, your first child will belong to me. The miller's daughter, thankful, who called, she promised such a thing. Then she thought, but who knows whether that will ever happen. And as she called, thinking of no other way to save herself, she promised, and the little man once again spun all the straw into gold. When the king came in the morning and found everything as he had wished, he married the miller's beautiful daughter, and she became a queen. A year passed, and the queen brought a handsome baby boy into the world. She gave scarcely a thought to the little man. But one day he appeared suddenly in her room. Now, if you make what you promised me, you should sleep. The queen fled with the little man. She could take all the royal treasure if she would only let her keep her child. But her breathing was in vain. Then she began to weep so pitilessly that at last the little man was moving. I will give you three days. He said. If by the end of that time you know my name, you may keep your child. One day, if they meet the king's eyes, I treat the next day, thinking of the next day's blessings. That evening the little man returned, beginning with Gaspar, Menchur, and Baltazar. The queen recited every name she knew, one after another. But to each one the little man replied, Then you should know my name. The second day, the queen had inquired maid in town searching new names. And when the little man came, that evening she posed the strangest and most unusual names once to him. She tried bell strip and lego wrap or strip bones. But he could only reply, Then you should know my name. Now the queen, a brave servant, frightened, and she sent her most faithful servant into the woods to look for the little man. The servant searched through thickets and over cleanings, draped into the forest, at last near the top of a high hill. She spied him. He was waiting on a cooking spoon around a great fire and crying out, I fear, my dear, I beg my lord. And soon the queen's son saw my claim. All like me, for one knows that Rampolstinsky is my name. The servant made her way back as fast as she could, managed and at midday researched the castle. You can imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. Late that evening the little man arrived. Now, Mrs. Queen, so you know my name or do I take the child? So the queen asked him. Is your name Will? No. Is your name Phil? No. In this case, is your name Rampolstinsky? The devil told you that! The devil told you that! He said Rampolstinsky and in a hurry he jumped on his cooking spoon and flew out the window and he never was heard from again. This is the end. Thank you for watching.