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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cinderella. She lived with her three sisters and her mother. She was a diligent girl. Unfortunately, her mother paid most attention to Cinderella’s sisters rather than Cinderella. While Cinderella was cooking, her sisters went to the party. When they came home from the party, Cinderella was sweeping the floor. These kind or treatment had been usual for Cinderella.

One day, a handsome prince came to the village. He announced that he would hold a party at his palace that night. Cinderella’s sisters were walking on the street when the prince announced it. They were happy to hear that because they intended to attract the prince’s attention. So, they hurried home and tried the best clothes they had for the party. Cinderella who was cleaning the house heard the announcement too. She really wanted to come but she did not have any party clothes. She felt sad but there was nothing she could do.

That night, Cinderella’s mother and her three sisters went to the Prince’s palace. They were laughing and talking along the road imagining that the Prince would choose one of them to be his wife.

Cinderella was crying when suddenly she watched a light came into her. That light was an angel who came to help Cinderella. She said that she would give Cinderella clothes and glass shoes for the party. Cinderella was happy to hear that. But, she only had midnight because she would change into normal again at that time.

After she put on the clothes, Cinderella went to the party. She became the center of attention because of her beauty. The Prince fell in love with her and asked her to dance. When Cinderella was dancing with him, her sisters jealous and grumbled. At midnight, Cinderella seemed worried and hurriedly went home. She did not realize she had left her glass shoes at the party.

The next morning, the Prince announced he would marry the girl whose feet fitted into the shoes. Every girl in town tried the shoes. But, no one filled into the shoes. When Cinderella tried the shoes, her feet fitted completely. The prince seemed happy because he had found his dream girl. Finally, they were married and lived happily everafter.


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