The tale of the Bun

old man said:
- “Bake me a bun, old woman!”
- “How can I bake it? We have no flour", the old woman answered him.
- “E-eh, old woman! Scratch the box, sweep the barn, and we will have a lot of flour”.
The old wife baked a bun.

box, pelted it up on a piece of junk, and a handful of flour came out of two. She kneaded it on sour cream, roasted it in oil and put it on a window.
A little bun sits on the window
The bun was lying down - lying down, and suddenly it rolled - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, on the floor and to the doors, jumped over the threshold in the hay, from the hay to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the yard to the gate, further and further.

bun, a bun! I will eat you”.
- “Don't eat me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song”, said the bun and sang:
I am Bun, Bun!
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
And I'll get away from you, hare!
And the bun rolled away before the hare even saw it move!

I will eat you!"
- "Don't eat me, grey wolf! I will sing you a song," said the bun and sang:
I am Bun, Bun!
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 hare!
And I'll get away from you, gray wolf!
And the bun rolled away before the wolf even saw it move!

I will eat you".
- "Don't eat me, bear! I will sing you a song," said the bun and sang:
I am Bun, Bun!
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 hare!
I got away from gray wolf!
And I'll get away from you, big bear!
And the bun rolled away before the bear even saw it move!

You look so pretty! I will eat you.
- "Don't eat me, old fox! I will sing you a song", said the bun and sang:
I am Bun, Bun!
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 hare!
I got away from gray wolf!
I got away from big bear!
And I will leave you, old fox!