A chapter from my life.
Fairy tales always meant a lot to me. I grew up with them and they stayed with me in some way forever. First fairy tales told me my mother and father. My mother made some up just for me, while my father introduced the classic ones. My favorite tale to hear was The Beauty and the Beast. It was one of those I was told as far as I can remember. I loved to sit on my daddy’s lap and watched his face as he spoke. He said some lines always the same way. I knew them soon by heart and filled in when I could, or requested not to forget to say this and that just so. I think I was happy child at those times. I didn’t need much and I had it all. I was still the preschool age when one Sunday The Beauty and the Beast was to be read on radio. I couldn’t wait, pulled my chair close to our ancient unit and sat as close I could. And the tale was told nearly same as my father used to, almost to the very end. Here I assume everyone is familiar with this classic tale…
The Beauty returned to the castle. At first she couldn’t find the Beast, and then she finally did, and woke him up with the kiss.
And this is where my happy childhood was over and done with forever.
The voice in radio continued to tell the tale…. the Beast become the prince and they lived …………….
Why? I couldn’t understand why the Beast changed. It was all perfect before, the beast loved the girl and girl loved the beast, end of story. I cried, and when I stopped I was much, much older.
The Beauty and the Beast is still one of my favorite tales, I also love the movie, not the one by Disney though. I love the old black and white film La Belle et la Bête by Jean Cocteau. Until today I don’t quite understand why, for a girl who finds a beast, the happy ending is to make a prince out of him. My little big girl voice says, if you fell in the love with a beast let him be the beast, because this is who you truly love.
Dedicated to Loki