Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. And they had no bread, no salt, no sour cabbage soup. Then the old man went through the barns of revenge, to scrape the bottom of the barrel. I collected 2 handfuls of flour and they decided to bake a bun. The old woman kneaded the flour with sour cream, baked the bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool...
Kolobok lay there for half an hour, took it and ran away - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, then to the door, over the threshold - and onto the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard through the gate, Kolobok rolled further and further.
And so he rolls along the path, and a hare jumps towards him, stops and says: “Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!” Kolobok answered him: “Don’t eat me, hare, I’ll sing you a song!”
I swept the barn, scraped the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, and fried it in oil. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, and I’ll leave you, the hare, too!
Kolobok rolls on, and the Gray Wolf walks towards him. He notices Kolobok and says: “Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you!” “Don’t eat me, Wolf, I’ll sing you a song:
I swept the barn, scraped the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, and fried it in oil. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, and I will leave you, the Gray Wolf, and even more so!
And he rolled along the path - only the Wolf saw him! Kolobok was rolling, rolling, and a Bear came out of the forest to meet him: - Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you! - Where can you, clubfooted one, eat me! Don't eat me, I'll sing you a song.
I swept the barn, scraped the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, and fried it in oil. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, and I will leave you, Bear!
And he rolled again - only the Bear saw him! Kolobok is rolling, and then the Fox meets him: - Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you rolling? - I'm rolling along the path, walking. - Kolobok, Kolobok, do you know any songs? - I know. - Sing, dear Kolobok, a song for me. Kolobok was happy and sang:
I swept the barn, scraped the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, and fried it in oil. I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, and I will leave you, Fox!
And Lisa says: “Oh, the song is so good, but I can’t hear well.” Dear Kolobok, you’d better sit on my nose, and sing one more time, louder. Kolobok sat right on the Fox’s nose and sang the song louder, as she asked. And the Fox again said to him in a gentle voice: “Kolobok, Kolobok, I can’t hear anything at all, sit on my tongue, and sing one last time.” Kolobok sat on the Fox’s tongue, and his Fox - am! - and ate it.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru