Once upon a time, there lived an old man and an old woman. Once 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 windowsill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the windowsill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the threshold and to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard through the gate on and on...
On its way the Bun met a Hare, a Wolf, a Bear and a Fox. He managed to roll away from the Hare, the Wolf, and the Bear but, alas, the sly and quick Foxie managed to eat the Bun in the end of its travel.
Once upon a time, there lived an old man and an old woman. Once 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 windowsill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the windowsill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the threshold and to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard through the gate on and on...
On its way the Bun met a Hare, a Wolf, a Bear and a Fox. He managed to roll away from the Hare, the Wolf, and the Bear but, alas, the sly and quick Foxie managed to eat the Bun in the end of its travel.
That was the end of the story!