Короткая сказка Колобок на английском

Колобок (The bun) Once there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said, "Old woman, bake me a bun." "What can I make it from? I have no flour." "Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour. "The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour. She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the window sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door. Then it rolled over the threshold to the entrance hall, from the entrance hall to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard trough the gate and on and on.     The bun rolled along the road and met a hare. "Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up!" said the hare. "Don't eat me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song," said the bun, and sang: I was scraped from the cupboard, Swept from the bin, Kneaded with sour cream, Fried in butter, and cooled on the sill. I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma. And I'll get away from you, hare! And the bun rolled away before the hare even saw it move!  Катится колобок по дороге, а навстречу ему заяц: - Колобок, колобок! Я тебя съем! - Не ешь меня, косой зайчик! Я тебе песенку спою, - сказал колобок и запел: Я по коробу скребен, По сусеку метен, На сметане мешен, Да в масле жарен, На окошке стужен; Я от дедушки ушел, Я от бабушки ушел, А от тебя, зайца, не хитро уйти! И покатился себе дальше; только заяц его и видел!  The bun rolled on and met a wolf. "Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up," said the wolf. "Don't eat me, gray wolf!" said the bun. "I will sing you a song." And the bun sang: I was scraped from the cupboard, Swept from the bin, Kneaded with sour cream, Fried in butter, And cooled on the sill. I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma I got away from the hare, And I'll get away from you, gray wolf! And the bun rolled away before the wolf even saw it move!  Катится колобок, а навстречу ему волк: Колобок, колобок! Я тебя съем! - Не ешь меня, серый волк! Я тебе песенку спою! И колобок запел: Я по коробу скребен, По сусеку метен, На сметане мешен, Да в масле жарен, На окошке стужен; Я от дедушки ушел, Я от бабушки ушел, Я от зайца ушел, А от тебя, волка, не хитро уйти! И покатился себе дальше; только волк его и видел!  The bun rolled on and met a bear. "Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up," the bear said. "You will not, pigeon toes!" And the bun sang: I was scraped from the cupboard, Swept from the bin, Kneaded with sour cream, Fried in butter, And cooled on the sill. I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma I got away from the hare, I got away from the wolf, And I'll get away from you, big bear! And again the bun rolled away before the bear even saw it move!  Катится колобок, а навстречу ему медведь: Колобок, колобок! Я тебя съем! - Где тебе,косолапому, съесть меня! И колобок запел: Я по коробу скребен, По сусеку метен, На сметане мешен, Да в масле жарен, На окошке стужен; Я от дедушки ушел, Я от бабушки ушел, Я от зайца ушел, Я от волка ушел, А от тебя, медведь, не хитро уйти! И опять покатился, только медведь его и видел!  The bun rolled and rolled and met a fox. "Hello, little bun, how nice your are!" said the fox. And the bun sang: I was scraped from the cupboard, Swept from the bin, Kneaded with sour cream, Fried in butter, And cooled on the sill. I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma, I got away from the hare, I got away from the wolf, I got away from bear, And I'll get away from you, old fox!  Катится колобок, а навстречу ему лиса: Здравствуй, колобок! Какой ты хорошенький! А колобок запел: Я по коробу скребен, По сусеку метен, На сметане мешен, Да в масле жарен, На окошке стужен; Я от дедушки ушел, Я от бабушки ушел, Я от зайца ушел, Я от волка ушел, От медведя ушел, А от тебя, лиса, и подавно уйду.  "What a wonderful song!" said the fox. "But little bun, I have became old now and hard of hearing. Come sit on my snout and sing your song again a little louder." The bun jumped up on the fox's snout and sang the same song. "Thank you, little bun, that was a wonderful song. I'd like to hear it again. Come sit on my tongue and sing it for the last time, "said the fox, sticking out her tongue. The bun foolishly jumped onto her tongue and- snatch! - she ate it.  Какая славная песенка!- сказала лиса.

There lived an old man and his wife. The old man said one day: Why don't you bake me a roll, my dear. What shall i use? For there is no flour. Oh, old woman! Sweep up the pantry and scrape up the flour tin - you 'll find enough. So the old woman did just that: she swept and scraped up two handfuls of flour, she mixed the pastry with sour cream and rolled out a roll, fried it in butter and placed it on the window sill to cool down. The roll got fed up of sitting on the sill and rolled from the window to a bench, from the bench to the floor. As it was rolling down the path a hare approached and said: Rolling roll,rolling roll ! You shall be my feast! No,don't eat me, dear hare, better listen for I shall sing you a song I' m a rolling, rolling roll! Swept up from the panty, Scraped from the flour tin, Mixed in with some cream, And baked in the oven, I was placed on the sill to cool. But I ran away from an old man, And I ran away from his wife. From you, dear hare, I shall also run