Once there lived an old man and old woman.The old man said,

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 cooled 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 cooled 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!

"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. 

There was an old man from staruhoû. Asked the old man:

-Bake, old, Roly-Poly.

-What does the stove? No flour.

-E-Ah, the old woman! On the box poskrebi, suseku pometi, AVOs flour and collected.

The old woman took wing, box poskrebla. on suseku, pomela and gathered a handful of flour with two.

Kneaded dough into sour cream, has fried it in oil and put a dot on the window to cool.

Kolobok lay-lay, eh suddenly and rolled-with window on the bench, with benches on the floor, the floor Yes to the door.

Jumped over the threshold of the canopy from canopies-on porch, porch, courtyardbehind gates, on and on. Rolling on the road, and a ball towards him Hare:

-Kolobok, Kolobok! I love to eat!

-Don't eat me, oblique Bunny! I'll sing a song, "said dot and sang:

I box skreben,

By Metin suseku,

The sour cream, mešon

Yes oil rooms must(!) have slippers,

The window stužon;

I resigned from his grandfather,

I am Grandma's gone

And from you, Hare, not a cunning escape!

And rolled myself farther; only Bunny it and see! Rolling a ball, and to meet him, Wolf:

Kolobok, Kolobok! I love to eat!

-Don't eat me, Grey Wolf! I'll sing a song! And dot sing:

I box skreben,

By Metin suseku,

The sour cream, mešon

Yes oil rooms must(!) have slippers,

The window stužon;

I resigned from his grandfather,

I am Grandma's gone

I Hare gone

And from you, Wolf, not cunning escape!

And rolled myself farther; only his Wolf and seen!

От старой женщины был старик. Спросил старик:-выпекать, старый, Полненькие. -Изготовление печи? Нет муки. Ах, женщина! На поле, poskrebi suseku pometi, mučnojAvos и assembliroval. Старая женщина поднимается, box poskrebla.на suseku, pomela и собрал с двумя gorst′muki. Mesuree тесто со сметаной, гриль vmasle и поместить элемент в окне до тех пор, пока он остынет очки. Koloboklgut, ложь и вдруг и проката на скамейке, соскочил окна на пол, пол, дверь.