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Kolobok

This tale is very similar to "The Gingerbread Man".

Once upon a time an old man and woman lived in a village. One day the old man asked the woman to make a kolobok.

The old woman mixed some floor with sour cream and shaped it into a kolobok, a kind of little round bun or cake. Then she fried it and left it on the windowsill to cool.

After a while the kolobok suddenly got up and rolled. It rolled from the sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, across the floor to the door. It hopped over the threshold and into the hall. From the hall it rolled onto the porch, from the porch into the garden and from the garden out through the gate. Farther and farther it went.

The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a hare.
"Ah, kolobok, kolobok, I'll eat you now."
"Don't eat me, hare. I'll sing you a song:

I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother too,
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, hare, running away from you."

And off it rolled down the road, so fast that the hare could only stare. The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a wolf:
"Ah, kolobok, kolobok, I'll eat you now."
"Don't eat me, grey wolf. I'll sing you a song:

I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother,
I ran away from the hare too
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, wolf, running away from you."

And off it rolled down the road, so fast that the wolf could only stare.

The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a bear:
"Ah, kolobok, kolobok, I'll eat you now."
"Don't eat me, bear. I'll sing you a song:

I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother,
I ran away from the hare,
I ran away from the grey wolf too
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, bear, running away from you."

Again it, rolled off down the road, so fast that the bear could only stare.

The kolobok rolled down the road until it met a fox:
"Kolobok, kolobok, where are you going."
"I'm just rolling along the road."
"Kolobok, kolobok, sing me your song."
And the kolobok began:

"I'm kolobok, kolobok!
I was scraped up in the flour-tin,
Swept up from the corn-bin,
Mixed with sour cream into a bun
Fried in butter till I was done,
Then left on the sill till I cooled some.
I ran away from grandfather,
I ran away from grandmother,
I ran away from the hare,
I ran away from the grey wolf,
I ran away from the big bear too
And I'm sure I'll have no trouble, fox, running away from you."

But the fox said: "I believe that must be a fine song, but you know I am rather hard of hearing. Kolobok, be so kind as to sit on my nose and sing your song again, a little louder."

The kolobok hopped onto the fox's nose and sang the song again a little louder.

But the fox said: "Kolobok. be so kind as to sit on my tongue and sing your song just one more time."

The kolobok hopped onto the foxs tongue and - snap! - the fox gobbled it up.