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Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman.
So the old man asks: “Bake me, old man, a bun.” - What should I bake it from? There is no flour. - Eh, old woman. Mark the barn, scratch the bottom of the tree, and you'll get it. The old woman did just that: she swept, scraped together two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and laid it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying - he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold, into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you! - No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you. The hare raised his ears, and the bun began to sing: “I am a bun, a bun, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window.” I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, It’s not smart to leave you, hare. And the bun rolled on - only the hare saw it. A bun rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you! “Don’t eat me, gray wolf: I’ll sing you a song.” And the bun began to sing: “I am a bun, a bun, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window.” I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, It’s not smart to leave you, the wolf. And the bun rolled on - only the wolf saw it. The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you! - Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song. The gingerbread man began to sing, and Misha's ears went wild: “I am a gingerbread man, a gingerbread man, swept across the barn, scraped through the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window.” I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, It took me half a long time to leave you, bear. And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it. The bun rolls, and a fox meets it:
- Hello, bun! How handsome and rosy you are! The gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and began to sing his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer: “I am a gingerbread man, a gingerbread man, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the stove, chilled at the window.” I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, It’s not smart to leave you, fox. - Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time. Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox’s face and sang: “I am a Kolobok, a Kolobok... And his fox is a racket!” - and ate it.
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Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man says to the old woman: “Come on, old woman, scratch the box, mark the bottom, see if you can scrape some flour into a bun.”
The old woman took the wing, scraped it along the box, swept it along the bottom and scraped up two handfuls of flour. She kneaded the flour with sour cream, made a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
The bun lay there, lay there, took it, and then rolled - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, on the floor to the door, jumped over the threshold - and into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard through the gate, further and further.
Kolobok is rolling along the road, and the Hare meets him: “Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you!” - Don’t eat me, Hare, I’ll sing you a song:
| I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I’ll leave you, the hare, even more so! |
And he rolled down the road - only the Hare saw him! Kolobok rolls, the Wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Don’t eat me, Gray Wolf, I’ll sing you a song:
| I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I’ll leave you, wolf, even more so! |
And he rolled down the road - only the Wolf saw him! Kolobok is rolling, the Bear meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you! - Where can you, clubfoot, eat me!
| I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I’ll leave you, bear, even more so! |
And he rolled again - only the Bear saw him! Kolobok rolls, the Fox meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going?
- I'm rolling along the path.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sing me a song!
Kolobok sang:
| I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, It’s easy to leave you, fox! |
And Lisa says: “Oh, the song is good, but I can’t hear well.” Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my toe and sing one more time, louder. Kolobok jumped up on the Fox's nose and sang the same song louder.
And the Fox told him again: “Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my tongue and sing for the last time.” The bun jumped on the Fox's tongue, and the Fox made a noise! - and ate it. That's the end of the fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!
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Fairy tale Kolobok text
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man says to the old woman:
“Come on, old woman, scrape the box, mark the bottom, see if you can scrape some flour into a bun.”
The old woman took the wing, scraped it along the box, swept it along the bottom and scraped up two handfuls of flour.
She kneaded the flour with sour cream, made a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
The gingerbread man lay there, lay there, took it, and then rolled - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, along the floor to the door, jumping over the threshold - and into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard through the gate, on and on. further.
Kolobok is rolling along the road, and the Hare meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you! - Don’t eat me, Hare, I’ll sing you a song:
I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I’ll leave you, the hare, even more so!
And he rolled down the road - only the Hare saw him!
Kolobok rolls, the Wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you! - Don’t eat me, Gray Wolf, I’ll sing you a song:
I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I’ll leave you, wolf, even more so!
And he rolled down the road - only the Wolf saw him!
Kolobok is rolling, the Bear meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you! - Where can you, clubfoot, eat me!
I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I’ll leave you, bear, even more so!
And he rolled again - only the Bear saw him!
Kolobok rolls, the Fox meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going? - I'm rolling along the path. - Kolobok, Kolobok, sing me a song!
I am Kolobok, Kolobok, I am scraping the box, sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Meshon on sour cream, Yes, pryazhon in butter, Stuzhon on the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, It’s easy to leave you, fox!
- Oh, the song is good, but I can’t hear well. Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my toe and sing one more time, louder.
Kolobok jumped up on the Fox's nose and sang the same song louder.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my tongue and sing for the last time.
The bun jumped on the Fox's tongue, and the Fox made a noise! - and ate it.
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Fairy tale “Kolobok” with illustrations by A. Medvedev, 1913
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman.
So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman. Mark the barn, scratch the branches - and you'll get it.
The old woman did just that: she swept, scraped together two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and laid it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying - he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold, into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you!
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, It’s not smart to leave you, hare.
And the bun rolled on - only the hare saw it.
A bun rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf: I’ll sing you a song.” And the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, It’s not smart to leave you, the wolf.
And the bun rolled on - only the wolf saw it.
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, and Misha’s ears went wild:
- I am a bun, a bun, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, It took me half a long time to leave you, bear.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun is rolling, and the fox meets it: “Hello, bun!” How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised, and began to sing his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer:
- I am a bun, a bun, swept across the barn, scraped along the knots, mixed with sour cream, planted in the oven, chilled at the window. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, It’s not smart to leave you, fox.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
- I am a bun, a bun...
And his fox is a racket! - and ate it.
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