How suddenly the too familiar the unbelievable can appear
How suddenly the too familiar the unbelievable can appear, which tells
the American writer Polly Shulman in her children's book "The Secret
collection". The 15-year-old Elizabeth Rew lives in New York. In the new
school, she feels as an outsider and her family like Cinderella. True
to the fairytale died her mother, she has two greedy stepsisters, an
unjust stepmother and a weak father. Since all the money flowing into
the formation of the stepdaughters, Elizabeth will be without much. So
it would be a temporary job as a Page in the repository of loanable
resources. In this private museum art, clutter, Precious and Crazy is
stored and communicated on old-fashioned way via pneumatic tube.
Elizabeth can not believe that they could borrow the wig of Marie
Antoinette here. But it gets even better. 1892 has the alleged
grandniece of Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Friedhilde Hassenpflug Wigsen.com, the Museum passed a valuable collection. No personal records of the brothers but powerful objects.
"What kind of items they have collected?"
"Things that have been mentioned in the fairy tales."
"What do you mean? Something like Cinderella's shoes?"
"Kind of."
Surprised, I stopped. In his voice about a track with longing?
"Cinderella's shoes", he continued, "we have not. But exactly such a thing it is, yes."

After claiming Dr. Rust not really, the repository to keep Cinderella's shoes because that would me a little too far. I was relieved. "What did you do then?" I asked.
"Oh - spindles, straw, beans and tears a glass coffin A golden egg..."
"What kind of items they have collected?"
"Things that have been mentioned in the fairy tales."
"What do you mean? Something like Cinderella's shoes?"
"Kind of."
Surprised, I stopped. In his voice about a track with longing?
"Cinderella's shoes", he continued, "we have not. But exactly such a thing it is, yes."

After claiming Dr. Rust not really, the repository to keep Cinderella's shoes because that would me a little too far. I was relieved. "What did you do then?" I asked.
"Oh - spindles, straw, beans and tears a glass coffin A golden egg..."
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