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Я живу в Лондоне мне 12 лет и я очень дружелюбная. Моя бабушка мне рассказывала,что есть такая страна как Финляндия и там живут все сказочные и волшебные существа и ежик... в тумане. По вечерам Ёжик ходил к Медвежонку в гости считать звёзды. Они усаживались на брёвнышке и, прихлёбывая чай, смотрели на звездное небо. Оно висело над крышей, прямо за печной трубой. Справа от трубы были звёзды Медвежонка, а слева — Ёжика. Это краткое содержание,а еще лягушка-путешественника.Жила-была на свете лягушка-квакушка. Сидела она в болоте, ловила комаров да мошку, весною громко квакала вместе со своими подругами. И весь век прожила бы она благополучно — конечно, в том случае, если бы не съел ее аист. Но случилось одно происшествие... Однажды она сидела на сучке высунувшейся из воды коряги и наслаждалась теплым мелким дождиком.— Ах, какая сегодня прекрасная мокрая погода! — думала она. — Какое это наслаждение — жить на свете!Дождик моросил по ее пестренькой лакированной спинке, капли его подтекали ей под брюшко и за лапки, и это было восхитительно приятно, так приятно, что она чуть-чуть не заквакала, но, к счастью, вспомнила, что была уже осень и что осенью лягушки не квакают, — на это есть весна, — и что, заквакав, она может уронить свое лягушечье достоинство. Поэтому она промолчала и продолжала нежиться.Вдруг тонкий, свистящий, прерывистый звук раздался в воздухе. Есть такая порода уток: когда они летят, то их крылья, рассекая воздух, точно поют, или, лучше сказать, посвистывают. Фью-фыю-фью-фью — раздается в воздухе, когда летит высоко над вами стадо таких уток, а их самих даже и не видно, так они высоко летят. На этот раз утки, описав огромный полукруг, опустились и сели как раз в то самое болото, где жила лягушка.— Кря, кря! — сказала одна из них, — Лететь еще далеко; надо покушать.И лягушка сейчас же спряталась. Хотя она и знала, что утки не станут есть ее, большую и толстую квакушку, но все-таки, на всякий случай, она нырнула под корягу. Однако, подумав, она решила высунуть из воды свою лупоглазую голову: ей было очень интересно узнать, куда летят утки...ПЕРЕВЕДИТЕ НА АНГЛИЙСКИЙ​

Answer 1

I live in London I am 12 years old and I am very friendly. My grandmother told me that there is a country like Finland, and all the fabulous and magical creatures and hedgehogs live there ... in the fog. In the evenings, the Hedgehog went to the Bear Cub to visit the stars. They sat down on the wood and, sipping tea, looked at the starry sky. It hung above the roof, right behind the chimney. To the right of the pipe were the stars of the Little Bear, and to the left - the Hedgehog. This is a summary, and also a frog traveler

There was a frog-frog in the world. She sat in a swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, in the spring she loudly croaked along with her friends. And she would have lived the whole century safely - of course, if the stork hadn't eaten her. But one incident happened ...

One day she was sitting on a stick of a snag hanging out of the water and enjoying the warm drizzle.

- Oh, what a wonderful wet weather today! She thought. - What a pleasure it is to live in the world!

It was drizzling down her variegated lacquered back, drops dripping under her belly and legs, and it was delightfully pleasant, so nice that she barely croaked, but fortunately remembered that it was autumn and frog in autumn they do not croak, - this is spring, - and that, having begun to ferment, it can drop its frog dignity. So she kept silent and continued to bask

Suddenly a thin, whistling, intermittent sound resounded in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, exactly sing, or, better to say, whistle. Fy-fyyu-fyu-fyu - is distributed in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and they themselves are not even visible, so they fly high. This time, the ducks, describing a huge semicircle, descended and sat down just at the very swamp where the frog lived.

- Quack quack! - said one of them, - To fly far away; need to eat.

And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a large and thick wah, but still, just in case, she dived under the snag. However, on reflection, she decided to stick her pop-up head out of the water: she was very interested to find out where the ducks were flying...

Answer 2

I live in London, I'm 12 years old, and I am very friendly. My grandma used to tell me about a country called Finland, where all the mythical and magical creatures live, including a hedgehog in the mist. In the evenings, the Hedgehog used to visit the Bear Cub to count the stars. They would sit on a log, sipping tea, and gaze at the starry sky. It hung over the roof, just behind the chimney. The stars of the Little Bear were on the right side of the chimney, and the Hedgehog's stars were on the left.

There was also a traveling frog. There once lived a frog named Croaker in the world. She sat in the swamp, catching mosquitoes and midges, and in the spring, she loudly croaked along with her friends. She would have lived her whole life happily if it weren't for an incident. One day, she was sitting on a stump protruding from the water, enjoying a warm drizzle. "Ah, what a beautiful wet weather today!" she thought. "It's such a delight to live in the world!" The drizzle ran down her brightly colored glossy back, and the drops trickled under her belly and legs, which was wonderfully pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked. But luckily, she remembered that it was already autumn, and frogs don't croak in the autumn; that's for spring. If she croaked, she might lose her froggy dignity. So she kept silent and continued to indulge herself.

Suddenly, a thin, hissing, intermittent sound was heard in the air. There's a kind of duck that sings when they fly; their wings create a whistling sound. Fyu-fyu-fyu-fyu – the sound comes from the air when a flock of such ducks fly high above you, and they're so high that you can't even see them. This time the ducks, after making a huge half-circle, descended and landed right in the same swamp where the frog lived.

"Quack, quack!" said one of them, "We still have a long way to fly; let's have a meal."

The frog immediately hid. Although she knew the ducks wouldn't eat her, being a big and fat croaker, she still decided to dive under the stump just in case. However, after a second thought, she stuck her bulging-eyed head out of the water. She was very curious to know where the ducks were flying...

(Note: The translation provided has tried to retain the essence and storytelling style of the original text, but some modifications were made to improve clarity and readability in English.)