Kolobok is the author's fairy tale. The Tale of the Kolobok

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman.
So the old man says to the old woman:
- Come on, old woman, scrape along the box, mark along the bottom, see if you can scrape some flour into a bun.
The old woman took the wing, scraped it along the box, swept it along the bottom and scraped up two handfuls of flour. She kneaded the flour with sour cream, made a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
The gingerbread man lay there, lay there, took it, and then rolled - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, along the floor to the door, jumping over the threshold - and into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard through the gate, on and on. further.
A bun rolls along the road and a hare meets it:

Don't eat me, hare, I'll sing you a song:
I am a bun, a bun,
I'm scraping the box
By the end of the day it's swept away,
Mechon on sour cream
Yes, there is yarn in butter,
There is a chill on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I'll be leaving you, hare!
And he rolled down the road - only the hare saw him!

The bun rolls, a wolf meets it:

Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!

Don't eat me, gray wolf, I'll sing you a song:
I am a bun, a bun,
I'm scraping the box
By the end of the day it's swept away,
Mechon on sour cream
Yes, there is yarn in butter,
There is a chill on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I'll leave you soon, wolf!
And he rolled down the road - only the wolf saw him!
The bun rolls and a bear meets it:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!

- Where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song:
I am a bun, a bun,
I'm scraping the box
By the end of the day it's swept away,
Mechon on sour cream
Yes, there is yarn in butter,
There is a chill on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
I'll leave you soon, bear!
And he rolled again - only the bear saw him!
The bun rolls and the fox meets it:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going?
- I'm rolling along the path.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sing me a song!
Kolobok sang:
I am a bun, a bun,
I'm scraping the box
By the end of the day it's swept away,
Mechon on sour cream
Yes, there is yarn in butter,
There is a chill on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
It’s not smart to get away from you, fox!

And the fox says:
- Oh, the song is good, but I can’t hear well. Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my toe and sing one more time, louder.
The bun jumped up on the fox’s nose and sang the same song louder.
And the fox told him again:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my tongue and sing for the last time.
The bun jumped on the fox's tongue, and the fox made a noise! - and ate it.

Russian folk tale

— Russian folk tale adapted by A.N. Tolstoy

— Russian folk tale processed by A.N. Afanasyev.

Meaning of the word Kolobok

Kolobok- diminutive of the word “kolob”, round bread or “kolobukha”, thick flatbread. A thick, round flatbread made into a bread-like ball, almost a ball, or swelling to a ball shape at the end of baking.

Koloboks were not always baked, but only in the absence of the usual supplies for bread.

The remains of various flours that were in the house and all the scrapings from the kneading bowl were used for the bun. Thus, the proportion of leaven in the kolobok always exceeded the usual norm, and the flour was not homogeneous, but mixed.

Such a prefabricated nature of the kolobok dough should not have produced a particularly high-quality product. However, thanks a large number sourdough and a variety of flour varieties provided incredibly fluffy, soft, baked and long-lasting bread.

The peasant could only explain such bread as a miracle. This was the reason for the creation fairy tale character- kolobok.

WITH general improvement the standard of living of the peasants, the need to make koloboks disappeared. The reason for the origin of tales about the kolobok has become completely unclear to new generations.

All the “wonderfulness” of the kolobok came down to its appearance - its round shape. It is this property that is reflected in the tales about the kolobok. But forget true reasons the splendor and deliciousness of the kolobok should not be used.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man says to the old woman:
- Come on, old woman, scrape along the box, mark along the bottom, see if you can scrape some flour into a bun.
The old woman took the wing, scraped it along the box, swept it along the bottom and scraped up two handfuls of flour.
She kneaded the flour with sour cream, made a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
The gingerbread man lay there, lay there, took it, and then rolled - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, on the floor to the door, jumped over the threshold - and into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard through the gate, further and further.
Kolobok is rolling along the road, and the Hare meets him:
- Don’t eat me, Hare, I’ll sing you a song:

I am Kolobok, Kolobok,
I'm scraping the box
By the end of the day it's swept away,
Mechon on sour cream
Yes, there is yarn in butter,
There is a chill on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I'll be leaving you, hare!

And he rolled down the road - only the Hare saw him!
Kolobok rolls, the Wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Do not eat me, Gray wolf, I'll sing you a song:

And he rolled down the road - only the Wolf saw him!
Kolobok is rolling, the Bear meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Where can you, clubfoot, eat me!

And he rolled again - only the Bear saw him!
Kolobok rolls, the Fox meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going?
- I'm rolling along the path.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sing me a song!
Kolobok sang:

The fairy tale Kolobok is the most famous and favorite fairy tale for children. Along with such fairy tales, it is also considered a fairy tale for the little ones.

Russian folk tale Kolobok

The old woman took the wing, scraped it along the box, swept it along the bottom and scraped up two handfuls of flour.
She kneaded the flour with sour cream, made a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
The bun lay there, lay there, took it, and rolled - from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor, along the floor to the door, jumping over the threshold - and into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, from the yard through the gate, further and further.

Kolobok is rolling along the road, and the Hare meets him:

- Don’t eat me, Hare, I’ll sing you a song:

And he rolled down the road - only the Hare saw him!
Kolobok rolls, the Wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Don’t eat me, Gray Wolf, I’ll sing you a song:

And he rolled down the road - only the Wolf saw him!
Kolobok is rolling, the Bear meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Where can you, clubfoot, eat me!

And he rolled again - only the Bear saw him!
Kolobok rolls, the Fox meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going?
- I'm rolling along the path.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sing me a song!
Kolobok sang:

And Lisa says:
- Oh, the song is good, but I can’t hear well. Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my toe and sing one more time, louder.
Kolobok jumped up on the Fox's nose and sang the same song louder.
And Lisa told him again:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, sit on my tongue and sing for the last time.
The bun jumped on the Fox's tongue, and the Fox made a noise! - and ate it.