Колобок — The Bun: русские сказки на английском языке. Детская аудиосказка на английском Johnny-Cake (Колобок)

The Bun (Колобок)

One day the old man says to his wife «Please, bake me a bun». The old woman takes some flour, some sour cream, some butter and some water, and makes a bun. She puts it on the windowsill to cool.
But the bun cannot sit on the windowsill! It jumps from the windowsill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door, and runs away.
The bun runs along the road and meets a hare. «Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you! » says the hare. «I ran away from Grandfather; I ran away from Grandmother. And I can run away from you, little hare! » says the bun and runs away.
The bun runs along the road and meets a wolf. «Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you! » says the wolf. «I ran away from Grandfather, I ran away from Grandmother, I ran away from the hare. And I can run away from you, grey wolf! » says the bun and runs away.

Однажды старик говорит своей жене: «Испеки мне колобок». Старуха берет муку, сметану, масло, воду и печет колобок. Она кладет его на подоконник остывать.
Но колобку не сидится на подоконнике. Спрыгивает он с подоконника на скамейку, со скамейки на пол, а там и до двери, и убегает.
Бежит колобок по дорожке, а навстречу ему заяц. «Колобок, колобок, я хочу тебя съесть!», говорит заяц. Колобок ему отвечает: «Я от дедушки ушел, я от бабушки ушел, и от тебя заяц убегу!» И убегает.
Бежит колобок по дорожке, а навстречу ему волк. «Колобок, колобок, я хочу тебя съесть!», говорит волк. Колобок ему отвечает: «Я от дедушки ушел, я от бабушки ушел, я от зайца ушел, и от тебя серый волк убегу!» И убегает.

The bun runs along the road and meets a bear. «Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you! » says the bear. «I ran away from Grandfather, I ran away from Grandmother, I ran away from the hare, I ran away from the wolf. And I can run away from you, big bear! » says the bun again and runs away.
The bun runs along the road and meets a fox. «Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you! » says the fox. «I ran away from Grandfather, I ran away from Grandmother, I ran away from the hare, I ran away from the wolf, I ran away from the bear. And I can run away from you, old fox! »
«What a nice song! » says the fox. «But little bun, I’m old and I cannot hear you well. Sit on my nose and sing your song again. » The bun jumps on the fox’s nose and … the fox eats it!

Бежит колобок по дорожке, а навстречу ему медведь. «Колобок, колобок, я хочу тебя съесть!», говорит медведь. Колобок ему отвечает: «Я от дедушки ушел, я от бабушки ушел, я от зайца ушел, я от волка ушел, и от тебя большой медведь убегу!» И убегает.
Бежит колобок по дорожке, а навстречу ему лиса. «Колобок, колобок, я хочу тебя съесть!», говорит лиса. Колобок ей отвечает: «Я от дедушки ушел, я от бабушки ушел, я от зайца ушел, я от волка ушел, я от медведя ушел, и от тебя старая лиса убегу!»
«Какая красивая песенка!», говорит лиса. «Но, колобок, я стара и плохо тебя слышу. Сядь на мой нос, и спой свою песенку снова». Прыгнул колобок лисе на нос… лиса его и съела!

The Bun (The Kolobok, The loaf)

A grandfather:

A grandmother:

The trees:

Once upon a time an old man and woman lived in a village. One day the old man asked the woman to make a bun. (Дед пилит дрова, бабушка подметает пол)

The grandfather:

I’m so hungry! Make me a bun; please (Садится на лавку за стол, вытирает пот со лба)

The old woman mixed some flour with sour cream and shaped it into a kolobok,a kind of a little round bun (бабушка катает колобок) Then she fried it and left it on the windowsill to cool. (Бабушка ставит колобок на подоконник. Игрушечного колобка заменяет один из ребят)

The grandmother :

Ok (Перестает подметать, подходит к столу, надевает фартук и замешивает тесто)

The grandmother :

Well done (любуется колобком)

After some time the bun was bored to lie on the windowsill. So the bun decided to jump outside and have a look, what is going on around.

Suddenly the bun saw a hare.

A hare: Ah,Kolobok,kolobok I’ll EAT you now.(Заяц подходит к колобку и хочет съесть, но…)

The bun:

Don’t eat me hare. I”ll sing you a song (поет песню)

I’m kolobok,kolobok!

Made from flour round ball,

I’m shiny like silk

I’m running from grandma,

I’m running from grandpa.

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, little hare, I will easy run away.

The hare even didn’t notice the bun disappear. The bun rolled down the road until it met a wolf (Колобок катится по дороге и встречает волка)

The wolf:

Hi! Tasty bun, I’m going to eat you!

The bun:

Don’t eat me Mister Wolf,I will sing you a song(Поет песню)

I’m kolobok,kolobok!

Made from flour round ball,

Made from sour cream and milk,

I’m shiny like silk

I’m running from grandma,

I’m running from grandpa.

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, angry wolf, I will easy run away.

The author;

The wolf looked around, but the bun was far away (Волк оглянулся а колобок уже был далеко

The wolf:

Ah,I’didn’n bite even a small piece of that tasty bun. Next time I’m not going to listen to any stupid songs, I will bite and eat, eat and eat. (Волк разочаровывается)

But the bun happily kept running deeper to the forest. The bun was running, running and saw the big brown bear

The bear:

R-R-R, hi, round bread, I’m going to eat you.

The bun:

Don’t eat me Please big brown bear,I will sing you a song(Поет песню)

The bear:

Oh,so kind and romantic, dinner after song.

The bear sat down, closed his eyes and became ready to listen to the song.

The bun:

I’m kolobok,kolobok!

Made from flour round ball,

Made from sour cream and milk,

I’m shiny like silk

I’m running from grandma,

I’m running from grandpa.

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, big brown bear, I will easy run away.

The big brown bear was still waiting for another song, but the bun went on his way. (Медведь сидел и ждал следующую песню, но колобок убежал) And the bear went to the deep forest. The bun was rolling, rolling and suddenly he saw a fox (Колобок катился, катился и увидел лису)

The fox;

Hello dear, I have never seen anybody so beautiful and smart as you are! You are perfect! I like you so much! Where are you going?

The bun:

I’m just rolling along the road. Do you want me to sing you the song, I wrote myself

The fox:

Of course, I want to

The bun began to sing a song.

The bun:

I’m kolobok,kolobok!

Made from flour round ball,

Made from sour cream and milk.

I’m running from grandma,

I’m running from grandpa,

I’m running from the hare,

I like running I’m not tired.

I’m running from the wolf

I have got my own rule.

I’m running from the bear

I want find my luck somewhere!

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, red fox, I will easy run away

The fox:

What a wonderful song! (Лисе нравится песня, она показывает это)

The fox: Poor me, I became so old, I can’t hear anymore. The bun, please sit on my nose and sing your song again.

The author;

The bun jumped on top of the red fox nose and started singing his song

The bun:

I’m kolobok,kolobok!

But the red fox ate him. Here is the end of the story, to them who carefully listened honour and glory!!!

Once there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said, "Old woman, make 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 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 се бе 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 har

d 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. - Но ведь я, колобок, стара стала, плохо слышу. Сядь-ка на мою мордочку, да пропой еще разок погромче. Колобок вскочил лисе на мордочку и запел ту же песню. Спасибо, колобок! Славная песенка, еще бы послушала! Сядь-ка на мой язычок, да пропой еще разок,- сказала лиса и высунула свой язык. Колобок прыг ей на язык, а лиса: "Ам!", и съела его.

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 shall eat you up!» said the hare. «Don’t eat me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song,» said the bun, and sang:

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
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 shall 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 coolled 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 shall 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 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,
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.
«Hello, little bun, how nice yor 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 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!
«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.

THE BREAD ROLL

(Further on simply The Roll)

Characters:

An Author

A Grandfather

A Grandmother

A Roll

A Hare

A Wolf

A Bear

A Fox

Scenery:

A big old oven, a table, a bench and a window.

Trees, flowers and bushes.

A stump.

Singing:

A GRANDPA: Oh, it is so nice just simply live, yap.

A GRANDMA: Oh, enjoy the sky forget the grieve, yap.

A GRANDPA: Enjoy the honey drink and tea,

A GRANDMA: To eat sweet buns without plea.

A GRANDPA: Sweaty, can you bake some roll for us?

A GRANDMA: I would like to, but there is no more flour left.

A GRANDPA: Can you wipe the shelves carefully; maybe there you will find one or two scoops of flour.

(Kids can show what they are doing during the song.)

A GRANDPA: We decided to bake the roll, to bake the roll, to bake the roll. (Make the roll).

A GRANDMA: We decided to bake the roll, to bake the fresh puffy roll.

A GRANDPA: We invited boys and girls, boys and girls, boys and girls. (Waving hands towards themselves).

A GRANDMA: We invited boys and girls, to eat our puffy roll.

A GRANDPA: Boys and girls ate our roll, our roll, our roll. (Show how they are eating the roll).

A GRANDMA: They became all tall and strong, tall and very strong.

A GRANDPA: They said, thank you and goodbye, and goodbye, and goodbye. (Waving hands "bye, bye").

A GRANDMA: See you grannies, please don"t cry, please don"t cry. (Show how they are crying).

A GRANDPA: We will visit you again hug and kiss you, hug and kiss you. (Sending kisses).

A GRANDMA: We will visit you again, please don"t miss us, please don"t miss us.

A GRANDMA: Look, grandpa, how lovely our roll is.

A GRANDPA: It is lovely.

A ROLL: Maybe somebody else will notice how unique I am!

A HARE: Hi, little roll, I am going to eat you!

A ROLL: Don"t eat me hare, I will sing you a wonderful song.

Made from flour round ball,

I"m shiny like silk.

I am running from grandma,

I am running from grandpa.

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, little hare, I will easy run away.

A HARE: What a wonder! He has just been here and somehow he is gone...

A WOLF: Hi, tasty roll, I"m going to eat you.

A ROLL: Don"t eat me, Mister wolf, I will sing you a song.

A WOLF: Ok, ok, just quickly, I am really hungry!

A ROLL: I"m the roll, roll, roll,

Made from flour round ball,

Made from sour cream and milk,

I"m shiny like silk.

I am running from grandma,

I am running from grandpa.

I am running from the hare

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, Mister wolf, I will easy run away.

A WOLF: Unbelievable! I didn"t bite even a small piece of that tasty roll. U-u-u-u he is very smart! Next time I"m not going to listen to any stupid songs; I will bite and eat, eat and eat.

A BEAR: R-r-r, hi, round crunchy bread, I"m going to eat you.

A ROLL: I am not simply bread; I am a roll.

A BEAR: It"s so nice to meet you, roll.

A ROLL: Don"t eat me please, big brown bear, I will sing you a song.

A BEAR: Oh, so kind, and so romantic, dinner after performance.

A ROLL: I"m the roll, roll, roll,

Made from flour round ball,

Made from sour cream and milk,

I"m shiny like silk.

I am running from grandma,

I am running from grandpa.

I am running from the hare

I like running I"m not tired.

I am running from the wolf

I have got my own rule.

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, big brown bear, I will easy run away.

A BEAR: R-r-r-r!

A BEAR: He cheated me!? I"m silly; I"m fool! And I am still hungry! Well, little cheater, don"t meet me again; otherwise I will swallow you without saying anything, just "um, um"!!! And that"s it!

A FOX: Hello, dear! I have never seen anybody so beautiful and smart as you are! You are perfect!!! You are adorable!!! I like you so much!!!

A ROLL: Hi, red fox, do you want me to sing you the song, I wrote myself!

A FOX: Of course, I want to.

A ROLL: I"m the roll, roll, roll,

Made from flour round ball,

Made from sour cream and milk,

I"m shiny like silk.

I am running from grandma,

I am running from grandpa.

I am running from the hare

I like running I"m not tired.

I am running from the wolf

I have got my own rule.

I am running from the bear

I want find my luck somewhere!

To the forest far away

Catch adventure day by day.

And from you, red fox, I will easy run away.

A FOX: What a wonderful song!

A FOX: Poor me, I became so old, so unhappy, I can"t hear properly anymore. Don"t you mind sitting down on my nose and singing your magic song for me again?

A ROLL: Of course, I will.

A ROLL: I"m the roll, roll, roll….

Here is the end of the story, to them who carefully listened honour and glory!!!

М. В. Булганина, МБОУ "ООШ", с. Знаменка Старооскольского района, Белгородская область