Dramatization of the fairy tale Kolobok in English. Fairy tale "Kolobok" in English with translation

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

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:

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!
The bun rolled on and met
a bear.
"Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up," the bear said.
"You will not, pigeon toes!"
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,
I got away from the wolf,
And I"ll get away from you, big bear!
And again the bun rolled away before the bear even saw it move!

The bun rolled and rolled and met
a fox.
"Hello, little bun, how nice yor are!" said the fox.
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,
I got away from the wolf,
I got away from bear,
And I"ll get away from you, old fox!

"What a wonderful song!" said the fox. "But little bun, I have become old now and hard of hearing. Come sit on my snout and sing your song again a little louder."
The bun jumped up on the fox's snout and sang the same song.
"Thank you, little bun, that was a wonderful song. I"d like to hear it again. Come sit on my tongue and sing it for the last time," said the fox, sticking out her tongue.
The bun foolishly jumped onto her tongue and- snatch!- she ate it.

Once there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said, "Old woman, make 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. 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 on and met a wolf. "Little bun, little bun, I will 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!

The colo is rolling side, and a wolf meets him: Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you! - Don't eat me, gray wolf! I'll sing you a song! And the bun sang: I scraped the box, swept the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, fried it in oil, chilled it on the window; I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, But it’s not smart to leave you, the wolf! And it rolled be further; only the wolf saw him!

The bun rolled on and met a bear. "Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up," the bear said. "You will not, pigeon toes!" 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, I got away from the wolf, And I"ll get away from you, big bear! And again the bun rolled away before the bear even saw it move !

The gingerbread man is rolling, and a bear meets him: Kolobok, gingerbread man! I will eat you! - Where can you eat me, clubfoot! And the bun sang: I scraped the box, swept the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, fried it in oil, chilled it on the window; I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, But it’s not smart to leave you, bear! And he rolled again, only the bear saw him!

The bun rolled and rolled and met a fox. "Hello, little bun, how nice you are!" said the fox. 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, I got away from the wolf, I got away from bear, And I"ll get away from you, old fox!

The bun is rolling, and a fox meets it: Hello, bun! How cute you are! And the bun sang: I scraped the box, swept the bottom of the barrel, mixed it with sour cream, fried it in oil, chilled it on the window; I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, and I will leave you, fox, even more so.

"What a wonderful song!" said the fox. "But little bun, I have become old now and har

d of hearing. Come sit on my snout and sing your song again a little louder." The bun jumped up on the fox"s snout and sang the same song. "Thank you, little bun, that was a wonderful song. I"d like to hear it again. Come sit on my tongue and sing it for the last time, "said the fox, sticking out her tongue. The bun foolishly jumped onto her tongue and- snatch! - she ate it.

What a nice song! - said the fox. - But I, little bun, have become old, I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing louder one more time. Kolobok jumped onto the fox's face and sang the same song. Thank you, Kolobok! Nice song, I'd love to hear it! “Sit on my tongue and sing it one more time,” said the fox and stuck out its tongue. The bun jumped on her tongue, and the fox said, “Am!” and ate it.

Kolobok (fairy tale in verse)

“Kolobok” is a fairy tale script in verse in English and Russian.

Goals:

To promote the disclosure of the child’s creative potential and artistic abilities;

Learn to perform dramatizations aimed at dialogical activity;

Form motives for learning English;

Develop vocabulary skills.

Equipment and materials: costumes and masks for characters, audio recordings of songs and musical accompaniment, scenery.

Characters/Characters:
Author

Grandfather

Grandmother

Kolobok Roll

Hare Hare

Wolf

Bear

Fox
Scenery/Scenery:
A house with a large window, benches for performing children, trees, bushes and flowers around the house.
Attention: During the dramatization of the fairy tale, parallel scenes in English and Russian alternate; songs, for the most part, are performed by all participants in the performance; The entrance of each character is preceded by individual musical accompaniment.

Movefairy tales:
AN AUTHOR: Long, long time ago, once upon a time somewhere about there lived the grandfather and the grandmother. They lived happily and friendly in a very old house. The grandpa decided to ask the grandma to bake some roll.
A GRANDPA: Sweaty, can you bake some roll for us?
A GRANDMA: I would like to, but there is no more flour left (grandma is looking for some flour)

A SONG: Where? Oh where is some flour there?

Is it in the living room?

Is it in the pink bathroom?

Where? Oh where is some milk and eggs?

Are they in the fridge?

Are they in the bags?

AN AUTHOR: The grandpa is singing a song, the grandma is singing along
(Pupils show what they are doing during the next song.)

We decided to bake the roll, to bake the roll, to bake the roll. (Making the roll).
We decided to bake the roll, to bake the fresh puffy roll.
We invited boys and girls, boys and girls, boys and girls. (Waving hands to welcome guests).
We invited boys and girls, to eat our puffy roll.
Boys and girls ate our roll, our roll, our roll. (Show how they are eating the roll).
They became all tall and strong, tall and very strong. (Show how they are tall and strong).
They said, thank you and goodbye, and goodbye, and goodbye. (Waving hands "bye, bye").
See you grannies, please don"t cry, please don"t cry. (Show how they are crying).
We will visit you again hug and kiss you, hug and kiss you. (Sending kisses).
We will visit you again, please don"t miss us, please don"t miss us.

AN AUTHOR: When the roll was ready, the grandma took him from the oven and placed on the windowsill. After some time the roll was bored to lie on the windowsill, so he decided to jump outside and have a look, what is going on around.

Once upon a time there lived Grandfather and Baba,
We lived poorly - that’s the problem:
There are no potatoes in the garden,
All nettle-quinoa.
One morning on the couch
Grandfather was wrapping footcloths,
Said Baba:

Grandfather:"Take it,
Bake me a bun."
Woman: Nothing to do, Granny
I bent my old back,
Leaning on a stick
And she went looking for flour.
I swept brooms around the barns,
I scratched the bottom of the barrel,
For better or worse, half a mug
I picked up some white flour,
I put the dough in the oven.
Very soon in the heat of the moment
Chubby and round-faced
The result was Kolobok.
Grandfather and Baba together:

Glad Baba, cheerful Grandfather:
There will be breakfast and lunch.
They put it on the window
Cool it down a bit
Even the red cat
Sharpening a sharp claw...
The bun rolled off the window,
Over the threshold - and set off on his way,
Baba and Grandfather look after you,
They lament, they cry...

AN AUTHOR The roll was rolling into the forest when he saw the hare is going towards him.
A SONG: My funny hare is fat (3) His soft little paws go pat (3) His soft little ears go flop (3) And when hare runs he goes hop (3)

A HARE:"Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up!"
A ROLL: Don't eat me hare, I will sing you a wonderful song.
Made from flour round ball,
I"m shiny like silk.
I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma,
To the forest far away
Catch adventure day by day.
And from you, little hare, I will easy run away.
AHARE: What a wonder!

Along the path between the aspen trees,
Past the firs and rowan trees,
The bun is rolling and rushing.
Suddenly he was hit in the side,
Who is this? It's the Hare!
Long-eared runner,
I'm trembling all over with fear,
He says to Kolobok:
Hare:"Why are you scaring me?
Are you getting under my feet?
And for this, meanwhile,
I'll take you and eat you!"
Kolobok:"Don't eat me, Bunny,
My cross-eyed rogue,
Chew your carrots
I'd rather sing for you. Song:
I, Kolobok, Kolobok
I have a ruddy side
I'm sweeping through the barn,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel
Mixed with sour cream,
Yes, it’s spun with butter.
I left Grandma
And he left Grandfather,
And from you Long Ears
And I’ll even run away!

A SONG: Who’s afraid of big bad wolf?

A WOLF: Hi! Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up!"
A ROLL: Don't eat me, Mister wolf, I will sing you a song.
A SONG: I"m the roll, roll, roll,
Made from flour round ball,
Made from sour cream and milk,
I"m shiny like silk.
I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma, I got away from Hare,
To the forest far away
Catch adventure day by day.
And from you, Mister wolf, I will easy run away.
AWOLF: U-u-u- What a wonder!

The bun rolled away
Under a broom bush.
There he came across a Wolf,
He snored quite loudly.
(Gray hasn’t eaten since morning,
That's why he snored).
The wolf opened one eye,
Kolobok was in front of him
And I was very happy,
So it will be a hearty dinner.
Wolf:"Well, my friend Kolobok,
get in my way!
I am now without further ado,
I'll eat you and be healthy!"
Kolobok:"Why are you gray, don't rush!
And don't make me laugh!
Better listen to the song
And then decide."

Song:
I, Kolobok, Kolobok
I have a ruddy side
I'm sweeping through the barn,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel
Mixed with sour cream,
Yes, it’s spun with butter.
I left Grandma
And he left Grandfather,
And he left the Hare,
And from you the Gray Robber
And I’ll even run away!

AN AUTHOR: The roll was running, running and saw the big brown bear approaching him.
A SONG: Teddy bear (2) turn around Teddy bear(2) touch the ground Teddy Bear(2) bend your head Teddy Bear(2) wave your hand

A BEAR: Oh, Little bun, little bun, I will eat you up!
A ROLL: Don't eat me please, big brown bear, I will sing you a song.
A SONG: I"m the roll, roll, roll,
Made from flour round ball,
Made from sour cream and milk,
I"m shiny like silk.
I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma, I got away from Hare, I got away from Wolf,
To the forest far away
Catch adventure day by day.
And from you, big brown bear, I will easy run away.
ABEAR: R-r-r-r! : What a wonder!

And Kolobok set off
I ran away from the Wolf,
Straight into the grove where the Bear is
He loves to eat honey and raspberries.
In the thicket it is damp and dark,
Kolobok has been tired for a long time.
Rolled into a raspberry bush,
He decided to rest there.
Suddenly there was a cracking of branches -
The owner of the forest himself is here.
He picked berries
Apparently he really wants to eat.
Pushed aside a bush branch
And I saw Kolobok -
Teddy bear with joy raspberries
Knocked it out of the basket.
He growled:

Bear:"Kolobok"
chubby and thick-sided,
I've been hungry here for a long time
And I want to eat you!"
Kolobok said: "Bear!
Stop whining and crying here!
Better listen to the song
And keep eating raspberries."

Song:
I, Kolobok, Kolobok
I have a ruddy side
I'm sweeping through the barn,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel
Mixed with sour cream,
Yes, it’s spun with butter.
I left Grandma
And he left Grandfather,
And he left the Hare
And he left the Wolf,
And from you, Clubfoot
And I’ll even run away!

AN AUTHOR: The roll was rolling, rolling and suddenly ran into the fox.
A SONG: 1,2,3,4,5 I’ve caught a fox alive, 6,7,8,9,10 I’ll try to do it again

A FOX: Hello, dear! I have never seen anybody so beautiful and smart as you are! I like you so much!!!
A ROLL: Hi, red fox, do you want me to sing you the song, I wrote myself!
A FOX: Of course, I want to.

A ROLL: I"m the roll, roll, roll,
Made from flour round ball,
Made from sour cream and milk,
I"m shiny like silk.
I got away from Grandpa, I got away from Grandma, I got away from Hare, I got away from Wolf, I got away from Bear,
I want to find my luck somewhere! To the forest far away
Catch adventure day by day.
And from you, red fox, I will easy run away.
A FOX: What a wonderful song!
Poor me, I became so old, so unhappy, I can't hear properly anymore. Will you sit down on my nose and sing your song again?
A ROLL: Of course, I will.
AN AUTHOR: The roll jumped on top of the red fox nose and started singing his song.
A ROLL: I"m the roll, roll, roll….
AN AUTHOR: But the red fox "um"! And ate him.

Kolobok rolled away
From under the bear's feet.
He wanted to return home -
Yes, I couldn’t find the trail.
Kolobok is completely tired,
I bruised all my sides.
The poor thing can barely roll
And there’s already an ambush in the bushes:
Sly Fox sits
And he looks with all his eyes.
Delicious smell of Kolobok
He can smell it from afar.
She quietly said to him:
Fox:"I've been waiting here for you for a long time.
You are such a ruddy guy
As if fried in oil.
Hurry here, my friend,
Very tasty Kolobok!"
He answers Liska
And he pushes her to the side:
Kolobok:"You, friend, don't be cunning
And let me go home
And for this I will sing
Your song!"

Song:
"I, Kolobok, Kolobok
I have a ruddy side
I'm sweeping through the barn,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel
Mixed with sour cream,
Yes, it’s spun with butter.
I left Grandma
And he left Grandfather,
And he left the Hare
And he left the Wolf,
Left the bear
From you Lisa the Dodger
And I’ll even run away!”

Here the Fox says:
Fox:"I have radiculitis,
right ear hurts
And it shoots and makes noise.
I'm old and hard of hearing -
Sit closer to me, my friend!
Sing it to me one more time
Beautiful Kolobok.
Get on my nose
And start from there!"
Jumped, stupid, on the Fox,
He started his song:
Kolobok:"I am Kolobok, Kolobok,
I have a ruddy side
I'm sweeping through the barn,
scraping the bottom of the barrel..."
He didn’t have time to finish singing boldly,
That's how the Fox ate it.
I licked my lips and went
Into the thicket where she lived.

If only stupid Kolobok
I didn’t go for a walk in the woods,
Didn't tease the forest animals,
and went his own way,
Maybe this fairy tale is for you
He would tell it himself. End/The end

The Bun (Kolobok)

One day the old man says to his wife “Please, bake me a bun.” The old woman takes some flour, some sour cream, some butter and some water, and makes a bun. She puts it on the windowsill to cool.
But the bun cannot sit on the windowsill! It jumps from the windowsill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door, and runs away.
The bun runs along the road and meets a hare. “Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you!” " says the hare. “I ran away from Grandfather; I ran away from Grandmother. And I can run away from you, little hare! "says the bun and runs away.
The bun runs along the road and meets a wolf. “Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you!” "says the wolf. “I ran away from Grandfather, I ran away from Grandmother, I ran away from the hare. And I can run away from you, gray wolf! "says the bun and runs away.

One day an old man says to his wife: “Bake me a bun.” The old woman takes flour, sour cream, butter, water and bakes a bun. She puts it on the windowsill to cool.
But the bun does not sit on the windowsill. He jumps from the window sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, and then to the door, and runs away.
A bun runs along the path, and a hare meets him. “Kolobok, Kolobok, I want to eat you!” says the hare. Kolobok answers him: “I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, and the hare will run away from you!” And he runs away.
A bun runs along the path, and a wolf meets him. “Kolobok, Kolobok, I want to eat you!” says the wolf. Kolobok answers him: “I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, and the gray wolf will run away from you!” And he runs away.

The bun runs along the road and meets a bear. “Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you!” " says the bear. “I ran away from Grandfather, I ran away from Grandmother, I ran away from the hare, I ran away from the wolf. And I can run away from you, big bear! "says the bun again and runs away.
The bun runs along the road and meets a fox. “Little bun, little bun, I want to eat you!” " says the fox. “I ran away from Grandfather, I ran away from Grandmother, I ran away from the hare, I ran away from the wolf, I ran away from the bear. And I can run away from you, old fox! »
“What a nice song! " says the fox. “But little bun, I’m old and I cannot hear you well. Sit on my nose and sing your song again. » The bun jumps on the fox’s nose and … the fox eats it!

A bun runs along the path, and a bear meets him. “Kolobok, Kolobok, I want to eat you!” says the bear. Kolobok answers him: “I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, and the big bear will run away from you!” And he runs away.
A bun runs along the path, and a fox meets him. “Kolobok, Kolobok, I want to eat you!” says the fox. Kolobok answers her: “I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, I left the hare, I left the wolf, I left the bear, and the old fox will run away from you!”
“What a beautiful song!” says the fox. “But, little bun, I’m old and can’t hear you well. Sit on my nose and sing your song again." The bun jumped onto the fox's nose... the fox ate it!