Original text - Engels - The star child grewup with the woodcutter's...

The star child grew up with the woodcutter's children.He sat at the table for meals with them and played with them.Every year he became more and more beautiful.
But the star child was only beautiful on the outside.He was proud and unkind.He thought that he was better than the village children.They are ordinary people.-he thought,But I am the child of a star.They are my servants