The rolling bun (0)

Russian national tale
"The rolling bun"
Once there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said,
"Old woman, bake me a rolling 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 rolling bun
on the window sill to cool. The rolling 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 through the gate and on and on.
The rolling bun rolled along the road and met a hare.
"Little rolling bun, little rolling bun, I shall eat you up!" said the hare. "Don't eat
me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song," said the rolling bun, and sang: