Kolobok – NeKolobok (Roly-Poly or Not Roly-Poly)
In one village there lived a very kind old woman. Her name was Baba Nyura. She decided to bake herself a kolobok like in a fairy tale. She reasoned: ‘I'll have bread for lunch and dinner, and again for lunch and again for dinner.’ She searched everywhere and there was no flour. She collected the leftovers from all the bags, one little bit at a time, and there was enough flour for two handfuls. Baba Nyura broke the flour with sour cream, baked it in the oven and put the kolobok on the window to cool down.
The kolobok was lying there quietly, but suddenly it rolled - from the window to the stool, from the stool to the floor, across the floor and to the door, vaulted over the threshold to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard to the gate, further and further.
The kolobok reached the neighbouring house, and the boy Kolya met him. He saw the kolobok, laughed and exclaimed:
- ‘Wow! The kolobok from a fairy tale! A real one!
- Yes, I'm from a fairy tale, and I'm very, very real. But don't eat me, please. I'm fresh out of the oven, young and fresh. I want to live, to see the world, - Kolobok began to beg the boy Kolya.
I need it like a hole in the head, I mean, why should I eat you? I have plenty of everything at home - biscuits, sweets, apples and tangerines. As I said, I have food in abundance. I don't want to eat you,’ Kolya reassured the kolobok.
- That's good. Then please give me a push, so that I can go on rolling merrily.
- You're a blockhead, Kolobok. Who moves around the world like that nowadays? - Kolya reproached Kolobok.
- What do you mean?
- I'm telling you, you're old-fashioned. You need a car and the coolest one. Then nobody will hurt you, - advised Kolya.
- I'm not afraid of being hurt, but of being eaten.
- Silly you. I guarantee you 100 per cent that you won't be eaten.
- What exactly do you mean? - Kolobok stared at Kolya incomprehensibly.
- A hundred per cent, - Kolya specified.
- I still don't understand anything, - the kolobok mumbled guiltily.
- Oh, yes, I keep forgetting that you're from a fairy tale, you're still a baby kolobok. You have just been baked. We know your fairy tale! They read it to us in a kindergarten. I even have a book about you. But, I'm sorry, your fairy tale won't make much impression. You see, it's a different world now, isn't it? It's modern world. Nowadays, you don't pick up koloboks off the ground to eat them. The worst thing that can happen to you is someone might step on you, and not even accidentally, but on purpose,’ Kolya said with certainty.
What do you mean?! - The kolobok opened his eyes wide, both in surprise and fear. – They’ve scraped the bottom of the barrel to find some flour to bake me, - the kolobok began to whimper in a trembling voice.
- We know everything about you. And from the wolf, and from the hare, and from the bear ...
- I realised that no one in your modern world will take pity on me. Eh! - breathed the kolobok – the grandmother baked me with love, wanted to eat me for lunch and for dinner. Grandma has nothing else to eat. I'm ungrateful. I abandoned my poor grandmother. There's no forgiveness for me, - and the kolobok started crying.
- Poor, poor little thing you are, kolobok, don't cry. I'll help you. - Kolya stroked the little kolobochek. - Let me give you one of my toy cars. It will be the coolest, so that no one can step on you. They won't be able to do it. And also I'll treat your grandmother with lunch and dinner.
The boy ran home to get his car. He put the kolobok in the cab of the toy car and sent him on his way, and waving the kolobok off Kolya said:
- ‘Bon voyage, kolobok!
And now the kolobok is not rolling, but travelling. He liked the car ride very much. Suddenly, as if out of the blue girls appeared in front of the kolobok. They blocked his way. Kolobok wanted to bypass the hindrance, but one of them put her foot up and the car overturned. Kolobok, like a ball, flew out of the car cabin. Luckily, smashing on the soft grass, the kolobok just slightly hit his side. Because of the unexpected accident the kolobok failed to think for a while and therefore did not have time to be frightened.
Girls, it's the kolobok! - exclaimed one of them.
- You mean, the one from the fairy tale? - wondered the second.
- I have an idea: let's colour it! - suggested the third.
The girls grabbed the kolobok and ran into the house. They painted a big mouth and huge eyes on it. The quickest of them ran to the garden for a small green tomato, the other brought some sticks, one of which she stuck in one side of the kolobok, and the other - in the other, resolutely declaring:
- ‘These will be the arms, and the tomato will be the nose. But how are we going to fix it?
The red-haired girl stuck a third stick into the place where the nose was to be and smashed a green tomato into it:
- And that's it!
- I think, he needs some ears, added the girl with the curls.
And we'll make them out of feathers. Come on, Nyutka, go into the yard, it's full of feathers! - commanded the oldest of them.
Nyutka, who was really Anyuta, brought not two, but a whole pile of feathers. The girls chose the two fluffiest ones and dyed them green. Everyone decided that the ears should be the same colour as the nose. And now a kolobok-nekolobok is ready.
- What a great job we have done! - admired the girls.
- And now we have to give him a name, - Nyuta suggested.
The girls began to make up different names for the kolobok-nekolobok.
- Shmyak, Pukhlya, Puzya ..., - at first, offering the most incredible names, they laughed, but then each began to give reasons for their proposal. In the end, they quarrelled. Fighting and making it up was a common thing for them. It’s impossible to be friends without fighting. It's no fun without it. Of course, they made it up, but they still could not think of a name, and so they decided to send the kolobok-nekolobok to travel further without a name.
The girls put the kolobok-nekolobok into the car and waved goodbye:
- “Hit the road! “, one of the girls said
At first, the kolobok-nekolobok was driving without thinking about anything, because he couldn't think properly. He was shocked by the girls' impudence. Finally, the wind refreshed his none-kolobok face and the first thought that came to him was: ‘This modern fairy tale of mine is not good enough! It does not please me at all that everybody recognises me.’ His next thought was, ‘Where am I going? Maybe there is no need to go anywhere? The world is around me, it's near me. I'll stop my car. I'll sit and look round.’
Just when he stopped, he saw an old woman with a basket approaching him. And in the basket there was fresh grass. Baba Katya (that was her name) saw a toy car on the road:
- ‘Well, kids, you've abandoned such a nice car. It's probably expensive too. Children nowadays don't know how to appreciate things. - With these words the elderly woman picked up the car from the ground. When she took a closer look at the find, she saw that in the cabin sits a kolobok-nekolobok.
- Ay, look how they,ve painted it! She took the ‘driver’ out of the car and immediately smelled the aroma of freshly baked bread:
- And so soft it is!... So we have to look for two people, the owner of the car and the owner of this kolobok. Now I'll feed the goat and we'll go to look for the owners.
The goat was horny, just like in the fairy tale. Only the she-goat didn’t have seven goats, but only two. They were white and as cheerful as their fairy-tale characters. Baba Katya hid the kolobok:
- I know you well enough, Mashka, (that was the goat's name), you're a nipper!... If I don't hide it, you'll help yourself to the kolobok.
So Grandma Katya went looking for the owners of the kolobok. She started with the girls who were playing nearby. Kolobok-nekolobok had no time to go far away.
- Girls, please tell me if you know the owners of this thing? - and she pointed to the car and the “driver”.
- No!... - the girls answered in chorus. - The car came from over there, and we don't know anything about the kolobok at all, - and they pointed to Kolya's house. They were embarrassed in front of Baba Katya for what they had done to the kolobok.
- Thank you, girls. - Baba Katya went in the direction indicated. When Baba Katya came to talk to Kolya, who was playing near his house, she handed him a car:
Is it yours?
- It's mine! Only I gave it to the kolobok. He really wanted to live and see the world. And I took Grandma Nyura some food. Don't worry. She's not hungry.
He saw the kolobok in the hands of Baba Katya, only it didn't look like the real kolobok anymore. Kolya became very sad.
- Don't be sad, Kolya. His grandma, Baba Nyura, will bake it again. The kolobok will have brothers and sisters too. When you grow up, you'll take one of them with you on the road. They will see the world, - with these words she went to the house where Baba Nyura lived. Entering the house, she loudly said right off the bat:
- ‘Hello, Nyura! I've brought your loss! - and held out the kolobok-nekolobok.
- Oh, my goodness! - exclaimed Baba Nyura. - What have they done to you!
- Don't be upset!’ said Baba Katya soothingly, ’you'll clean the fugitive off. The main thing is that he is still quite fresh and fragrant. Put the kettle on, dear. Let's celebrate the return of your fragrant and delicious kolobok-nekolobok.
- Why do you keep harping on the same thing? - ‘Don't be upset, don't be upset...’ When Kolya brought me dumplings and pancakes for lunch, he also said: ‘Don't be upset, Baba Nyura.’ And you, Katya, have given me the kolobok back and now ask me not to be upset. “I'm not upset”li, grumbled Baba Nyura, and her eyes glistened with tears, “I'm glad,” and she cried with joy.
That’s about it. End of story of a modern fairy tale about the kolobok-nekolobok.
In one village there lived a very kind old woman. Her name was Baba Nyura. She decided to bake herself a kolobok like in a fairy tale. She reasoned: ‘I'll have bread for lunch and dinner, and again for lunch and again for dinner.’ She searched everywhere and there was no flour. She collected the leftovers from all the bags, one little bit at a time, and there was enough flour for two handfuls. Baba Nyura broke the flour with sour cream, baked it in the oven and put the kolobok on the window to cool down.
The kolobok was lying there quietly, but suddenly it rolled - from the window to the stool, from the stool to the floor, across the floor and to the door, vaulted over the threshold to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard to the gate, further and further.
The kolobok reached the neighbouring house, and the boy Kolya met him. He saw the kolobok, laughed and exclaimed:
- ‘Wow! The kolobok from a fairy tale! A real one!
- Yes, I'm from a fairy tale, and I'm very, very real. But don't eat me, please. I'm fresh out of the oven, young and fresh. I want to live, to see the world, - Kolobok began to beg the boy Kolya.
I need it like a hole in the head, I mean, why should I eat you? I have plenty of everything at home - biscuits, sweets, apples and tangerines. As I said, I have food in abundance. I don't want to eat you,’ Kolya reassured the kolobok.
- That's good. Then please give me a push, so that I can go on rolling merrily.
- You're a blockhead, Kolobok. Who moves around the world like that nowadays? - Kolya reproached Kolobok.
- What do you mean?
- I'm telling you, you're old-fashioned. You need a car and the coolest one. Then nobody will hurt you, - advised Kolya.
- I'm not afraid of being hurt, but of being eaten.
- Silly you. I guarantee you 100 per cent that you won't be eaten.
- What exactly do you mean? - Kolobok stared at Kolya incomprehensibly.
- A hundred per cent, - Kolya specified.
- I still don't understand anything, - the kolobok mumbled guiltily.
- Oh, yes, I keep forgetting that you're from a fairy tale, you're still a baby kolobok. You have just been baked. We know your fairy tale! They read it to us in a kindergarten. I even have a book about you. But, I'm sorry, your fairy tale won't make much impression. You see, it's a different world now, isn't it? It's modern world. Nowadays, you don't pick up koloboks off the ground to eat them. The worst thing that can happen to you is someone might step on you, and not even accidentally, but on purpose,’ Kolya said with certainty.
What do you mean?! - The kolobok opened his eyes wide, both in surprise and fear. – They’ve scraped the bottom of the barrel to find some flour to bake me, - the kolobok began to whimper in a trembling voice.
- We know everything about you. And from the wolf, and from the hare, and from the bear ...
- I realised that no one in your modern world will take pity on me. Eh! - breathed the kolobok – the grandmother baked me with love, wanted to eat me for lunch and for dinner. Grandma has nothing else to eat. I'm ungrateful. I abandoned my poor grandmother. There's no forgiveness for me, - and the kolobok started crying.
- Poor, poor little thing you are, kolobok, don't cry. I'll help you. - Kolya stroked the little kolobochek. - Let me give you one of my toy cars. It will be the coolest, so that no one can step on you. They won't be able to do it. And also I'll treat your grandmother with lunch and dinner.
The boy ran home to get his car. He put the kolobok in the cab of the toy car and sent him on his way, and waving the kolobok off Kolya said:
- ‘Bon voyage, kolobok!
And now the kolobok is not rolling, but travelling. He liked the car ride very much. Suddenly, as if out of the blue girls appeared in front of the kolobok. They blocked his way. Kolobok wanted to bypass the hindrance, but one of them put her foot up and the car overturned. Kolobok, like a ball, flew out of the car cabin. Luckily, smashing on the soft grass, the kolobok just slightly hit his side. Because of the unexpected accident the kolobok failed to think for a while and therefore did not have time to be frightened.
Girls, it's the kolobok! - exclaimed one of them.
- You mean, the one from the fairy tale? - wondered the second.
- I have an idea: let's colour it! - suggested the third.
The girls grabbed the kolobok and ran into the house. They painted a big mouth and huge eyes on it. The quickest of them ran to the garden for a small green tomato, the other brought some sticks, one of which she stuck in one side of the kolobok, and the other - in the other, resolutely declaring:
- ‘These will be the arms, and the tomato will be the nose. But how are we going to fix it?
The red-haired girl stuck a third stick into the place where the nose was to be and smashed a green tomato into it:
- And that's it!
- I think, he needs some ears, added the girl with the curls.
And we'll make them out of feathers. Come on, Nyutka, go into the yard, it's full of feathers! - commanded the oldest of them.
Nyutka, who was really Anyuta, brought not two, but a whole pile of feathers. The girls chose the two fluffiest ones and dyed them green. Everyone decided that the ears should be the same colour as the nose. And now a kolobok-nekolobok is ready.
- What a great job we have done! - admired the girls.
- And now we have to give him a name, - Nyuta suggested.
The girls began to make up different names for the kolobok-nekolobok.
- Shmyak, Pukhlya, Puzya ..., - at first, offering the most incredible names, they laughed, but then each began to give reasons for their proposal. In the end, they quarrelled. Fighting and making it up was a common thing for them. It’s impossible to be friends without fighting. It's no fun without it. Of course, they made it up, but they still could not think of a name, and so they decided to send the kolobok-nekolobok to travel further without a name.
The girls put the kolobok-nekolobok into the car and waved goodbye:
- “Hit the road! “, one of the girls said
At first, the kolobok-nekolobok was driving without thinking about anything, because he couldn't think properly. He was shocked by the girls' impudence. Finally, the wind refreshed his none-kolobok face and the first thought that came to him was: ‘This modern fairy tale of mine is not good enough! It does not please me at all that everybody recognises me.’ His next thought was, ‘Where am I going? Maybe there is no need to go anywhere? The world is around me, it's near me. I'll stop my car. I'll sit and look round.’
Just when he stopped, he saw an old woman with a basket approaching him. And in the basket there was fresh grass. Baba Katya (that was her name) saw a toy car on the road:
- ‘Well, kids, you've abandoned such a nice car. It's probably expensive too. Children nowadays don't know how to appreciate things. - With these words the elderly woman picked up the car from the ground. When she took a closer look at the find, she saw that in the cabin sits a kolobok-nekolobok.
- Ay, look how they,ve painted it! She took the ‘driver’ out of the car and immediately smelled the aroma of freshly baked bread:
- And so soft it is!... So we have to look for two people, the owner of the car and the owner of this kolobok. Now I'll feed the goat and we'll go to look for the owners.
The goat was horny, just like in the fairy tale. Only the she-goat didn’t have seven goats, but only two. They were white and as cheerful as their fairy-tale characters. Baba Katya hid the kolobok:
- I know you well enough, Mashka, (that was the goat's name), you're a nipper!... If I don't hide it, you'll help yourself to the kolobok.
So Grandma Katya went looking for the owners of the kolobok. She started with the girls who were playing nearby. Kolobok-nekolobok had no time to go far away.
- Girls, please tell me if you know the owners of this thing? - and she pointed to the car and the “driver”.
- No!... - the girls answered in chorus. - The car came from over there, and we don't know anything about the kolobok at all, - and they pointed to Kolya's house. They were embarrassed in front of Baba Katya for what they had done to the kolobok.
- Thank you, girls. - Baba Katya went in the direction indicated. When Baba Katya came to talk to Kolya, who was playing near his house, she handed him a car:
Is it yours?
- It's mine! Only I gave it to the kolobok. He really wanted to live and see the world. And I took Grandma Nyura some food. Don't worry. She's not hungry.
He saw the kolobok in the hands of Baba Katya, only it didn't look like the real kolobok anymore. Kolya became very sad.
- Don't be sad, Kolya. His grandma, Baba Nyura, will bake it again. The kolobok will have brothers and sisters too. When you grow up, you'll take one of them with you on the road. They will see the world, - with these words she went to the house where Baba Nyura lived. Entering the house, she loudly said right off the bat:
- ‘Hello, Nyura! I've brought your loss! - and held out the kolobok-nekolobok.
- Oh, my goodness! - exclaimed Baba Nyura. - What have they done to you!
- Don't be upset!’ said Baba Katya soothingly, ’you'll clean the fugitive off. The main thing is that he is still quite fresh and fragrant. Put the kettle on, dear. Let's celebrate the return of your fragrant and delicious kolobok-nekolobok.
- Why do you keep harping on the same thing? - ‘Don't be upset, don't be upset...’ When Kolya brought me dumplings and pancakes for lunch, he also said: ‘Don't be upset, Baba Nyura.’ And you, Katya, have given me the kolobok back and now ask me not to be upset. “I'm not upset”li, grumbled Baba Nyura, and her eyes glistened with tears, “I'm glad,” and she cried with joy.
That’s about it. End of story of a modern fairy tale about the kolobok-nekolobok.