Spinner

"Well," he said, "here's your distaff, spindle, and bob, and red apples and a few peas for spittle - now spin! If you spin everything into golden thread by morning, we'll be wed immediately. But if not, I'll put an end to you without further ado." With that the gentleman exited and left our spinner to spin.

When Hanka was left alone, she didn't sit by the spindle, for she couldn't even spin a thread, but instead began to sadly say, "Lord, my Lord, why, I'm going to shame myself like a dog. Why didn't my mother teach me to work and spin like my sisters? I could have been resting at home in piece now, and this way, sinful being, I have to die in vain." – Do you know Pavol Dobšinský's classic Slovak fairy tale The Spinner of Gold?

lab.SNG ● Text from the atlas.sng.sk app for the exhibition Prologue: 12 Colours of Reality