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Grimm's Fairy Tales by Jacob and Milhelm Grimm, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . LITTLE BRIAR-ROSE LITTLE BRIAR-ROSE Along time ago, there were a King and Queen who said every day, “Ah, if only we had a child!” but they never had one. But it happened that once when the Queen was bathing, a Frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, “Your wish shall be fulfilled. Before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter.” What the Frog had said came true, and the Queen had a little girl, who was so pretty that the King could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a great feast. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintance, but also the Wise Women, in order that they might be kind and well-disposed toward the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom. But, as he had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, one of them had to be left at home. The feast was held with all manner of splendor. When it came to an end the Wise Women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby. One gave Virtue, another Beauty, a third Riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for. When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in. She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at any one, she cried with a loud voice, “The King’s Daughter, in her fifteenth year, shall prick herself with a spindle, and fall down dead.” And, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room. They were all shocked. But the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften it, she said, “It shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the Princess shall fall.” The King, who wished to keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every spindle in the whole kingdom should be burnt. Meanwhile, the gifts of the Wise Women were fulfilled on the young girl, for she was so beautiful, modest, sweet tempered, and wise, that every one who saw her, was bound to love her. It happened that on the very day, when she was fifteen years old, the King and Queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bedchambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding-staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door sprang open. There in a little room sat an Old Woman with a spindle, busily spinning flax. “Good day, old Dame,” said the King’s Daughter; “what are you doing there?” “I am spinning,” said the Old Woman, and nodded her head. “What sort of thing is that, which rattles round so merrily?” said the maiden, and she took the spindle and wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle when the magic decree was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it. And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep. And this sleep extended over the whole palace. The King and Queen, who had just come home, and had entered the great hall, began to go to sleep, and the whole of the Court with them. The horses, too, went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons upon the roof, the flies on the wall. Even the fire, that was flaming on the hearth, became quiet and slept. The roast meat left off frizzling, and the cook, who was just going to pull the hair of the scullery boy, because he had forgotten something, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind fell; and on the trees before the castle not a leaf moved again. But round about the castle, there began to grow a hedge of thorns. Every year it became higher, and at last grew close up round the castle and all over it, so that there was nothing of it to be seen, not even the flag upon the roof. But the story of the beautiful sleeping “Briar-Rose,” for so the Princess was named, went about the country, so that from time to time Kings’ Sons came and tried to get through the thorny hedge into the castle. But they found it impossible, for the thorns held fast together, as if they had hands, and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose again, and died a miserable death. After long, long years, again a King’s Son came to that country. He heard an old man talking about the thorn-hedge, and that a castle was said to stand behind it in which a wonderfully beautiful Princess, named Briar-Rose, had been asleep for a hundred years; and that the King and Queen and the whole Court were asleep likewise. He had heard, too, from his grandfather, that many Kings’ Sons had come, and had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had remained sticking fast in it, so had died a pitiful death. Then the youth said, “I am not afraid. I will go and see the beautiful Briar-Rose.” The good old man might dissuade him as he would, he did not listen to his words. But by this time the hundred years had just passed. The day was come when Briar-Rose was to awake again. When the King’s Son came near to the thorn-hedge, it was nothing but large and beautiful flowers, which parted from each other of their own accord, and let him pass unhurt. Then they closed again behind him like a hedge. In the castle-yard he saw the horses and the spotted hounds lying asleep. On the roof, sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And when he entered the house, the flies were asleep upon the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still holding out his hand to seize the boy, and the maid was sitting by the black hen which she was going to pluck. He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the Court lying asleep, and by the throne lay the King and Queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be heard. At last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where Briar-Rose was sleeping. There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away. He stooped down and gave her a kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, Briar-Rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite sweetly. Then they went down together, and the King awoke, and the Queen, and the whole Court, and gazed at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves. The hounds jumped up and wagged their tails. The pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country. The flies on the wall crept again. The fire in the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat. The joint began to turn and frizzle, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and the maid plucked the fowl ready for the spit. And then the marriage of the King’s Son and Briar-Rose was celebrated with all splendor, and they lived contented to the end of their days. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm (2016). Grimm's Fairy Tales. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022, https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/52521/pg52521-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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The best Christmas movie of all time isn’t really even a “Christmas movie” — or so says my wife. I know, I know, we’re deep in the middle of summer, but as I was trying to describe to my better half exactly what happened to the city of Atlanta a couple of months ago, we — naturally, of course — began talking about Die Hard, and whether or not it’s a Christmas film. We do this every time we talk about Die Hard. And every December it seems like the entire internet follows suit, and argues over , and the only conclusion that both parties are able to come to is that whether it’s in the spirit of Noel cinema, it’s a damn good action film. whether or not Die Hard is indeed a Christmas film Unfortunately, the following films in the Die Hard series … well, they were alright. The second film was a bit too campy, and Samuel L. Jackson was a fantastic addition to the third, but the fourth installation in the series is the film I want to focus on here. really In , John McClane is back once again to do battle with terrorists with a twist. This time, however, McClane’s enemies aren’t relying on bombs and machine guns. Instead, their nefarious plan kicks off with a “fire sale,” a designed to shut down a nation’s computer infrastructure and networked systems. Live Free or Die Hard cyberattack According to the Die Hard Wiki, there are : three stages of a fire sale Shutting down all transportation systems, such as traffic lights, railroad lines, subway system and airport systems. Stage 1: Disable the financial systems, including Wall Street, banks and financial records. Stage 2: Turning off public utility systems, such as electricity, gas lines, telecommunications and satellite systems. Stage 3: When this movie came out, a couple of people wrote about the , arguing that it be done, though the potential scale of the attack was uncertain. That was 10 years ago possibility of a fire sale could Fast forward a decade later, and the potential fire sale is no longer a question of “if,” but rather a matter of “when.” The Rise of Cybercrime: The Fall of Atlanta When it comes to cyberattacks in the real world, there are two types of threats you need to worry about: the state-sponsored attacker/terrorist deployed specifically to incite political change, and the cyber-criminal interested in making money via digital extortion or thievery. The latter is becoming just as big of a threat as state-sponsored actors due solely to the complete digitization of world, the distillation of nearly everything into “data.” The experts at the U of Cincinnati online criminal justice program write, in their piece : “The Cyber-Criminal Revealed” “Each piece of data that a cyber-criminal, or more accurately a cybercrime network, can steal is worth a certain price point on the black market. The last four digits of your social security number are useful on their own, but when coupled with a bank account number or credit card it becomes a goldmine. Even seemingly benign data like your birthday, your hometown, and your mother’s maiden name is valuable on the black market.” This is why the was such a big deal, with about 147.9 million Americans, as well as some Canadian and British nationals, affected by the breach. The problem is that Equifax lost what is called “lifetime data” — things like Social Security numbers that can’t just be changed like passwords can. 2017 Equifax hack The amount of data out there is vast, and cybercriminals are many. that by 2021, cybercrime damage costs will hit $6 trillion annually, while ransomware damage costs alone will rise to $11.5 billion in 2019. With that in mind, it should come as no surprise that criminal groups are becoming more bold and hitting higher value targets than ever before. Hospitals, due to the critical nature of their services, have become — it was only a matter of time before criminals decided to branch out and target other critical services. Nobody thought they’d be so bold as to target an entire city. Nevertheless, in May, an extremely efficient ransomware group known as SamSam, did just that. CSO Online reports perhaps the juiciest targets for ransomware attacks “In Atlanta, where officials said the ransom demand amounted to about $51,000, the group left parts of the city’s network tied in knots,” for the New York Times. “Some major systems were not affected, including those for 911 calls and control of wastewater treatment. But other arms of city government have been scrambled for days.” write Alan Blinder and Nicole Perlroth Perhaps they should have coughed up the ransom — the cost to the city is reaching close to $9.5 million in IT bills alone, while a third of the 424 software programs used by the city are still offline or partially disabled, and nearly 30 percent of those applications are “mission critical,” . as reported by Reuters This is bad news — and not just for the city of Atlanta, but for anybody living in city or town with connected infrastructure. Due to globalization, digitization, and competing world hegemonies, that includes just about everybody in the first world. Fire Sale: Everything Must Go Globalization is practically an unstoppable force, and one of . This includes the digitization of practically everything in the world, such the connection of city infrastructures to the internet. The truth is that SamSam is likely not even a U.S.-based ransomware ring — and yet, from some dark corner of the world, they were able to bring down the IT systems of the one of largest cities in the U.S., home to the world’s largest airport, and we still have no idea who the perpetrator is. Norwich University’s top issues involving national security today This is terrifying, and there’s . Somebody looking for a little money shut down an entire American metropolitan region. Imagine if they were terrorists or nation-state hackers, looking simply to cause damage and casualties instead of reap financial gain. The worst part of all of this is that we truly only have ourselves to blame for the Atlanta breach, and likely for any breaches that occur in the future. : no clearer sign that we are in danger Ilia Kolochenko, CEO at High-Tech Bridge, writes “In light of the shocking facts around the incident that virtually paralyzed the entire city, I think that the true problem is not ransomware. The problem is unreliable, overcomplicated and insecure-by- IT architecture. Segregation of duties, data and network access control, proper segmentation, daily backup, desktop hardening, anomaly detection — are de facto a must-have in any modern company or governmental entity. Apparently none were in place.” design The above highlights a topic that people have written articles on for years now, which have obviously had no effect. Our technological capabilities and their links to our critical infrastructure are proliferating faster than we are securing them. This is unacceptable and will lead to death and destruction of innocent people. I sincerely hope that this article is not able to be used in the future as “evidence that we knew an attack like this was possible,” but the way things are going, I’m not sure we’ll change our ways before we see some sort of firesale or cyber D-Day. There’s only one thing I’m certain of: the Atlanta cyber attack is more than a red flag or a warning — it’s a promise that we will see terrible, horrible things if we don’t shore up our the cybersecurity of our critical systems soon.

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Grimm's Fairy Tales by Jacob and Milhelm Grimm, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . ASH-MAIDEN ASH-MAIDEN The wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear Child, be good and pious, and then the dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from Heaven and be near you.” Thereupon she closed her eyes and departed. Every day, the maiden went out to her mother’s grave and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white sheet over the grave, and when the spring-sun had drawn it off again, the man had taken another wife. The woman had brought two daughters into the house with her, who were beautiful and fair of face, but vile and black of heart. Now began a bad time for the poor child. “Is the stupid goose to sit in the parlor with us?” said they. “He who wants to eat bread, must earn it. Out with the kitchen-wench!” They took her pretty clothes away from her, put an old gray bedgown on her and gave her wooden shoes. “Just look at the proud Princess, how decked out she is!” they cried, and laughed, and led her into the kitchen. There she had to do hard work from morning till night, get up before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook and wash. Besides this, the sisters did her every imaginable injury—they mocked her and emptied her peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she was forced to sit and pick them out again. In the evening, when she had worked till she was weary, she had no bed to go to, but had to sleep by the fireside in the ashes. And as on that account she always looked dusty and dirty, they called her Ash-Maiden. It happened once that the father was going to the Fair, and he asked the two daughters what he should bring back for them. “Beautiful dresses,” said one. “Pearls and jewels,” said the second. “And you, Ash-Maiden,” said he, “what will you have?” “Father, break off for me the first branch which knocks against your hat on your way home.” So he bought beautiful dresses, pearls and jewels for the two daughters, and on his way home, as he was riding through a green thicket, a hazel twig brushed against him and knocked off his hat. Then he broke off the branch and took it with him. When he reached home he gave the two daughters the things which they had wished for, and to Ash-Maiden he gave the branch from the hazel-bush. Ash-Maiden thanked him, went to her mother’s grave and planted the branch on it, and wept so much that the tears fell down on it and watered it. It grew, however, and became a handsome tree. Thrice a day Ash-Maiden went and sat beneath it, and wept and prayed, and a little White Bird always came on the tree. And if Ash-Maiden expressed a wish, the bird threw down to her what she had wished for. It happened that the King gave a feast, which was to last three days. To it all the beautiful young girls in the country were invited, in order that his son might choose himself a Bride. When the two sisters heard that they too were to appear among the number, they were delighted. They called Ash-Maiden and said, “Comb our hair, brush our shoes, and fasten our buckles, for we are going to the feast at the King’s palace.” Ash-Maiden obeyed, but wept, because she too would have liked to go with them to the dance, and she begged her mother to allow her to do so. “You go, Ash-Maiden!” said she; “you are dusty and dirty, and would go to the feast? You have no clothes and shoes, and yet would dance!” As, however, Ash-Maiden went on asking, the mother at last said, “I have emptied a dish of lentils into the ashes for you. If you have picked them out again in two hours, you shall go with us.” The maiden went through the back-door into the garden, and called, “You tame Pigeons, you Turtledoves, and all you birds beneath the sky, come and help me to pick “The good into the pot, The bad into the crop!” Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen-window, and afterward the turtledoves. And at last all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst the ashes. And the pigeons nodded with their heads and began and the rest began also and gathered all the good grains into the dish. Hardly had one hour passed before they had finished, and all flew out again. pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, Then the girl took the dish to the mother, and was glad, and believed that now she would be allowed to go with them to the feast. But the mother said, “No, Ash-Maiden, you have no clothes and you cannot dance. You would only be laughed at.” And as Ash-Maiden wept at this, the mother said, “If you can pick two dishes of lentils out of the ashes for me in one hour, you shall go with us.” And she thought to herself, “That she most certainly cannot do.” When the mother had emptied the two dishes of lentils amongst the ashes, the maiden went through the back-door into the garden and cried, “You tame Pigeons, you Turtledoves, and all you birds under heaven, come and help me to pick “The good into the pot, The bad into the crop!” Then two white pigeons came in by the kitchen-window, and afterward the turtledoves. And at last all the birds beneath the sky came whirring and crowding in, and alighted amongst the ashes. And the doves nodded with their heads and began and the others began also and gathered all the good seeds into the dishes. And before half an hour was over they had already finished, and all flew out again. pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, Then the maiden carried the dishes to the mother and was delighted, and believed that she might now go with them to the feast. But the mother said, “All this will not help you. You go not with us, for you have no clothes and cannot dance. We should be ashamed of you!” Then she turned her back on Ash-Maiden, and hurried away with her two proud daughters. As no one was now at home, Ash-Maiden went to her mother’s grave beneath the hazel-tree, and cried: “Shiver and quiver, Little Tree, Silver and gold throw over me!” all speed, and went to the feast. Her sisters and the mother, however, did not know her, and thought she must be a foreign Princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress. They never once thought of Ash-Maiden, and believed that she was sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes. The Prince went to meet her, took her by the hand, and he danced with her. He would dance with no other maiden, and never let go of her hand. And if any one else came to invite her, he said, “This is my partner.” She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home. But the King’s Son said, “I will go with you and bear you company,” for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged. She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the pigeon-house. The King’s Son waited until her father came, and then he told him that the stranger maiden had leapt into the pigeon-house. The old man thought, “Can it be Ash-Maiden?” and they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they got home, Ash-Maiden lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and a dim little oil-lamp was burning on the mantelpiece. For Ash-Maiden had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon-house, and had run to the little hazel-tree. There she had taken off her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had taken them away again. Then she had placed herself in the kitchen amongst the ashes, in her gray gown. Next day, when the feast began afresh, and her parents and the sisters had gone once more, Ash-Maiden went to the hazel-tree, and said: “Shiver and quiver, Little Tree, Silver and gold throw over me!” Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on the preceding day. And when Ash-Maiden appeared at the feast in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty. The King’s Son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand and danced with no one but her. When others came and invited her, he said, “She is my partner.” When evening arrived, she wished to leave, and the King’s Son followed her, and wanted to see into which house she went. But she sprang away from him, and into the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered, like a squirrel, so nimbly between the branches, that the King’s Son did not know where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and said to him, “The stranger-maiden has escaped from me, and I believe she has climbed up the pear-tree.” The father thought, “Can it be Ash-Maiden?” and had an axe brought and cut the tree down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the kitchen, Ash-Maiden lay there amongst the ashes, as usual, for she had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and had put on her gray gown. On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away, Ash-Maiden went once more to her mother’s grave, and said to the little tree: “Shiver and quiver, Little Tree, Silver and gold throw over me!” And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were golden. And when she went to the feast in the dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The King’s Son danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said, “She is my partner.” When evening came, Ash-Maiden wished to leave, and the King’s Son was anxious to go with her; but she escaped from him so quickly that he could not follow her. The King’s Son, however, had caused the whole staircase to be smeared with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden’s left slipper remained sticking. The King’s Son picked it up, and it was small and dainty, and all golden. 80 Next morning, he went with it to the father, and said to him, “No one shall be my wife, but she whose foot this golden slipper fits.” Then were the two sisters glad, for they had pretty feet. The eldest went with the shoe into her room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by. But she could not get her big toe into it, for the shoe was too small for her. Then her mother gave her a knife, and said, “Cut the toe off. When you are Queen you will have no more need to go on foot.” The maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the King’s Son. Then he took her on his horse as his Bride, and rode away with her. They were, however, obliged to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree, sat the two pigeons and cried: “Turn and peep, turn and peep, There’s blood within the shoe! The shoe it is too small for her, The true Bride waits for you!” Then he looked at her foot, and saw how the blood was streaming from it. He turned his horse round and took the false Bride home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this one went into her chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was too large. 81 So her mother gave her a knife, and said, “Cut a bit off your heel. When you are Queen you will have no more need to go on foot.” The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the King’s Son. He took her on his horse as his Bride, and rode away with her. But when they passed by the hazel-tree, two little pigeons sat on it, and cried: “Turn and peep, turn and peep, There’s blood within the shoe! The shoe it is too small for her, The true Bride waits for you!” He looked down at her foot, and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking. Then he turned his horse and took the false Bride home again. “This also is not the right one,” said he. “Have you no other daughter?” “No,” said the man; “there is only a little stunted kitchen-girl which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the Bride.” The King’s Son said he was to send her up to him; but the mother answered, “Oh, no, she is much too dirty, she cannot show herself!” He insisted on it, and Ash-Maiden had to be called. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the King’s Son, who gave her the golden shoe. Then she seated herself on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and put it into the slipper, which fitted like a glove. 82 And when she rose up and the King’s Son looked at her face he recognized the beautiful maiden who had danced with him, and cried, “That is the true Bride!” The mother and the two sisters were terrified and became pale with rage. He, however, took Ash-Maiden on his horse and rode away with her. As they passed by the hazel-tree, the two white doves cried: “Turn and peep, turn and peep, No blood is in the shoe! The shoe is not too small for her, The true Bride rides with you!” and when they had cried that, the two came flying down and placed themselves on Ash-Maiden’s shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and remained sitting there. When the wedding with the King’s Son had to be celebrated, the two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with Ash-Maiden and share her good fortune. When the betrothed couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye of each of them. Afterward as they came back, the elder was at the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons pecked out the other About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm (2016). Grimm's Fairy Tales. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022, https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/52521/pg52521-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org , located at https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html.

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