 Once upon
a time an old man and woman lived in a village. One day
the old man said to the old woman: "Grandmother, go
scrape in the flour-tin and sweep in the corn bin,
perhaps you will get enough flour to make a
kolobok."
The old woman went off and scraped round the flour-tin
and swept the bottom of the corn-bin and she got, a
couple of handfuls of flour. She mixed the floor with
sour cream and shaped it into a kolobok - a kind of
little round bun or cake. Then she fried it in butter and
left it on the windowsill to cool.
The kolobok lay there for a good while then suddenly it
got up and rolled. It rolled from the sill to the bench,
from the bench to the floor, across the floor to the
door. It hopped over the threshold and into the hall.
From the hall it rolled onto the porch, from the porch
into the garden and from the garden out through the gate.
Further and further it went.
The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a hare.
"Ah, kolobok, kolobok, I'll eat you now."
"Don't eat me, hare. I'll sing you a song:
I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother too,
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, hare, running away
from you."
And off it rolled down the road, so fast that the hare
could only stare.
The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a wolf:
"Ah, kolobok, kolobok, I'll eat you now."
"Don't eat me, grey wolf. I'll sing you a song:
I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother,
I ran away from the hare too
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, wolf, running away
from you."
And off it rolled down the road, so fast that the wolf
could only stare.
The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a bear:
"Ah, kolobok, kolobok, I'll eat you now."
"Don't eat me, bear. I'll sing you a song:
I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother,
I ran away from the hare
I ran away from the grey wolf too
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, bear, running away
from you."
Again it, rolled off down the road, so fast that the bear
could only stare.
The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a fox:
"Kolobok, kolobok, where are you going."
"I'm just rolling along the road."
"Kolobok, kolobok, sing me your song."
And the kolobok began:
"I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept Up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done.
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother.
I ran away from the hare
I ran away from the grey wolf
I ran away from the big bear too
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, fox, running away from
you."
But the fox said:
"What it fine song. but. you know I am rather hard
of hearing. Kolobok, be so kind as to sit on my nose and
sing your song again, a little louder."
The kolobok hopped onto the foxs nose and sang the song
again a little louder.
But the fox said:
"Kolobok. be so kind as to sit on my tongue and sing
your song just one more time."
The kolobok hopped onto the foxs tongue and - snap! - the
fox gobbled it up.
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