Question

Написать сказку о колобке на английском языке седьмой класс срочно​

Answer 1

Ответ:

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.

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!

Answer 2

Объяснение:

вот перевод сказки колобка

The Bun

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: 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! 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.

Answer 3

Once upon a time in a small village nestled deep in the heart of a lush green forest, there lived a mischievous little dough ball named Kolobok. Kolobok had a round and golden exterior that sparkled in the sunlight, and he had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

One sunny morning, as Kolobok rolled along the path near his cozy cottage, he couldn't help but feel curious about the world beyond the village. He dreamt of exploring new places and meeting new friends. And so, with a mischievous grin on his face, Kolobok decided it was time for an adventure.

With a mighty leap, Kolobok bounced and rolled his way through the forest, singing a merry tune as he went. His cheerful song caught the attention of the woodland creatures who eagerly gathered around to listen. A sly fox, a wise owl, and a friendly squirrel joined the parade, enchanted by Kolobok's infectious melody.

As Kolobok continued his journey, he encountered a babbling brook. The water whispered tales of faraway lands and secret treasures. Kolobok was intrigued and decided to follow the brook, rolling faster and faster as excitement filled his doughy heart.

But unbeknownst to Kolobok, there was someone else lurking nearby—a cunning and hungry wolf. The wolf had heard the joyful singing and saw the golden Kolobok rolling in the distance. He licked his lips, imagining the delicious treat that awaited him.

The wolf stealthily approached Kolobok, his eyes gleaming with hunger. Sensing danger, the woodland creatures tried to warn Kolobok of the wolf's presence. But Kolobok, being the mischievous little dough ball that he was, thought it was all just part of the adventure.

The wolf pounced, his jaws wide open, ready to devour Kolobok. But Kolobok was clever and quick. He darted and dodged, rolling away from the wolf's grasp. The woodland creatures cheered and called out to Kolobok, urging him to keep rolling and escape the clutches of the hungry predator.

Kolobok's doughy body grew warmer with each passing second, and he rolled faster and faster, his merry song filling the forest air. The wolf, determined not to be outsmarted, chased after him with all his might.

Just as the wolf thought he had caught up to Kolobok, the clever little dough ball had a trick up his sleeve. With a final burst of energy, Kolobok launched himself into the air, twirling and somersaulting over the wolf's head. The woodland creatures gasped in awe at Kolobok's daring escape.

Floating through the air, Kolobok realized he had outsmarted the wolf. He giggled with delight, and the wind carried his laughter far and wide. He landed safely on a bed of soft grass, surrounded by a new group of animal friends who had witnessed his bravery.

From that day forward, Kolobok's fame spread throughout the forest. He became a symbol of courage and cleverness, inspiring others to face their fears and embark on their own adventures. And every night, as the villagers lay in their beds, they could still hear Kolobok's joyful song echoing through the trees, a reminder that even the smallest among us can triumph over the biggest challenges.

And so, the tale of Kolobok, the mischievous little dough ball, lived on, bringing smiles and hope to all who heard it.