On a barn
Kolobok on the road, and towards to him a hare slides: Kolobok, Kolobok!
I will eat you!
No, you do not eat me, a braid, and listen better what I to you a song will accustom to drinking.
The hare raised ears, and Kolobok started singing: I am a Kolobok, Kolobok!
On a window stuzhen.
On a barn metyon, I left the grandfather, On corn bins skrebyon, I left the grandmother, On sour cream meshen, From you, a hare, not cunning to leave.
In an oven it is put off, Also Kolobok further only his hare swept and saw.