The round little bun. Колобок.
An old man and an old woman lived poorly. The man asked the woman to make a bun. —“We have no flour. What do I need to make it?” She found some flour, made a bun and placed it on the open window to cool. The little bun suddenly rolled off.
The bun was rolling along the forest and faced a hare. The hare said: “I will eat you!” The little bun asked not to eat him and sang a song for the hare. While the little bun was singing, the hare distracted and didn’t get when the bun ran away.
The little bun rolled on and faced a wolf. And everything happened as with the hare. He sang a song and rolled away. The same happened with the bear. The little bun ran from everyone until he met a fox. She wasn’t as stupid as other animals. She asked the bun to sing.
When he finished she said: “What a beautiful song. But sweet bun, I am so old, so can you sit closer on my nose and sing to me one more time?” The bun did as he was asked and — bump — the fox ate him!
Старик и старуха жили бедно. Старик попросил жену сделатьколобок. — "У нас нет муки. Из чего мне нужно сделать его? "Она нашла муку, сделала колобок и положила его на открытое окно, чтобы охладиться. Маленький колобок вдруг скатился.
Колобок катился по лесу и столкнулся с зайцем. Заяц сказал: «Ятебя съем!» Колобок попросил не есть его и спел песню для зайца. В то время как колобок пел, заяц отвлекся и не понял, когда колобокубежал.
Колобок покатился дальше и столкнулся с волком. И все произошло так, как с зайцем. Он спел песню и укатился. То же самое произошлос медведем. Колобок убежал от всех, пока не встретил лису. Она не была так глупа, как другие животные. Она попросила его спеть.
Когда он закончил, она сказала: "Какая красивая песня. Носладенький мой, я так стара, так что ты можешь сесть ближе на мойносок и мне спеть еще разок? "колобок сделал, как ему было предложено, и - бумс — лиса съела его!
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