Готовый перевод Колобок / Kolobok: Kolobok

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!

Don't eat me, slant-eyed hare, I will sing you a song:

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!

The bun rolled on and met a wolf:

Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up!

Don't eat me, gray wolf!" said the bun. "I will sing you a song.

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!

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!

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!

The bun rolled and rolled and met a fox

Little bun, little bun, where are you going?

Little bun, little bun, sing me a song!

And the bun sang:

I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin,
Kneaded with sour cream,
Fried in butter,
And coolled 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!

And the Fox says:

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.

And the Fox says againg;

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.

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Переводчики: silenico, richardGYR, p_zombie