Folk tales

Once upon a time there lived an old man with an old woman. The old man said to the old woman: “Come on, old woman, scratch it over the box, mark it in the souse, do not scratch the flour into a bun.” The old woman took the wings, scraped it around the box, poured some honey on the garden and peeled two handfuls of flour. I kneaded the flour on sour cream, cooked the bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window. Kolobok lay down, took a dip and rolled – from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, across the floor to the door, jumped over the threshold – into the passage, from the porch to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the courtyard beyond the gate, further and farther.

Goes Kolobok on the road, to meet him Hare: – Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you! – Do not eat me, Hare, I’ll sing a song to you: I’m Kolobok, Kolobok, I scraped the box, At the beetle is methane, On sour cream mashon Yes, in oil, On the window is the Ston. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, From you, hare, I’ll definitely go!

And he rolled along the road – only the Hare saw him! Goes Kolobok, towards him Wolf: – Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you! “Do not eat me, Gray Wolf, I’ll sing a song to you: I’m Kolobok, Kolobok, I scraped the box, At the beetle is methane, On sour cream mashon Yes, in oil, On the window is the Ston. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, From you, wolf, I’ll definitely leave!

And rolled along the road – only the Wolf saw it! Goes Kolobok, towards him Bear: – Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you! “Where to you, clumsy, eat me!” I’m Kolobok, Kolobok, I scraped the box, At the beetle is methane, On sour cream mashon Yes, in oil, On the window is the Ston. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, From you, bear, I will definitely go!

And again he rolled – only the Bear saw him! Goes Kolobok, meet him Fox: – Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going? – I roll along the path. – Kolobok, Kolobok, sing to me a song! Kolobok and sang: I’m Kolobok, Kolobok, I scraped the box, At the beetle is methane, On sour cream mashon Yes, in oil, On the window is the Ston. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, From the bear left, From you, foxes, it’s easy to leave!

And the Fox says: “Ah, the song is good, but I do not hear well. Kolobok, Kolobok, sit down on my toe and sing again one more time, louder. Kolobok jumped up to Fox in the nose and sang a litter the same song. And the Fox again to him: – Kolobok, Kolobok, sit down on my tongue and let me go for the last one. Kolobok leap to Lisa on the tongue, and Fox his – din! – and ate.