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The ogre pulled the children out from under the bed more
illustrations for children, fear, horror, steps, buildings, houses, forests, tom thumb, litle people, perrault, bedrooms, interiors, ogres, giants
Seven tiny children—or rather, seven children in an oversized room—no taller than the ankles of the ogre bending over to pick them up. The children are praying, supplication, kneeling (one barefoot) but to no avail. Behind him. the ogre’s wife looks on with dismay as the ogre, giant knife in hand, pulles the boys from under the bed.
The emotions of the children (who actually appear to be shrunken adults in the picture) and of the wife are especially well portrayed in this masterful illustration by Gustave Doré.
Cuentos de Perrault.—caga-chitas: El condenado ogra sacó de debajo de la cama uno tras otro á los pobres niños.
That is, Perrault’s Tales.—caga-chitas: The damned ogre pulled the poor children out from under the bed one after another.
The full context from teh story is as follows:
"Hello! Hello!" the ogre exclaimed. "Do we have those? So you were trying to trick me, you damned Tarasca? I don’t know why I don’t devour you right now. Forgive me for being an old carrion that disgusts me. Otherwise, you won’t escape my teeth. Hey! You rascals! Come out here. Excellent pieces of game to give to the three ogre friends who will come to visit me one of these days! Magnificent!"
The damned ogre pulled the poor children out from under the bed, one after another. The unfortunate creatures threw themselves at his feet, begging for forgiveness; but they had to deal with the most bloodthirsty of ogres, who, far from being moved to pity, was already devouring them with his eyes, telling his wife that they would be a very tasty morsel once he had seasoned them properly. He took a huge knife and, approaching the poor children, was sharpening it on a long stone he held in his left hand. He had already grabbed one of the boys when his wife said to him:
"What are you going to do, man? At this time of night... Wouldn’t it be better to wait until morning?"
"Shut up, if you can," replied the ogre. "That way I’ll save them the trouble of waiting."
"If there’s any food left: here’s a calf, two muttons, and half a piglet."
"You’re right," replied the ogre. "Give them some supper so they don’t get thin, and put them to bed."
The good woman was overjoyed. She gave them supper, but they couldn’t taste a bite because they were scared to death. As for the ogre, taking frequent gulps of wine, he was already savouring the pleasure of being able to entertain his friends so delicately. He took a dozen more sips than usual, and as the wine went to his head a little, he had to lie down.
