A TRIP TO FAIRY-TALE

 

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This book is dedicated to the eTwinning project "A trip to fairy-tale" (2016)

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A TRIP TO FAIRY-TALE 2016

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BUNNY´S HOUSE Moldavian folk tale O n c e upon a time was a fox and a bunny. Fox had a house hollowed in the ice and bunny a house made from lime shell. Fox still nags the bunny: “My house is bright, and yours is dark. Mine is bright, and yours is dark!” But summer came and Fox's house melted. Then she was asked by Bunny: “Bunny, let me live in your house!” “I do not want, because you nagged me all winter!” Illustration from Croatia But Fox did not give up and bunny let the fox to enter into the yard. The next day, the fox was asked again: “Bunny, let me sit in your porch!” “I don't let you! Why you nagged me all winter?” But the fox asked so hard until the bunny let her to sit on the porch. In the third day, the fox said: “Let me enter in your house, bunny!” “I don't want! You bothered me too much!” But the Fox didn't give up and eventually the bunny let her enter. Fox sat on the bench and rabbit on the hearth. On the fourth day, the fox said: “Honey bunny, let me sit next to you on the hearth.” “No, I don't let you, because you bothered me too much.” But Fox did not give in peace the Bunny until he let her to come near him. Passed a day or two and the fox was started to chase the bunny from his house. “Get out, Bunny, I don't want to live with you!” And finally she gave him out. Bunny cries and wipes his tears with his paw. Some dogs saw him and asks: “Bark, bark, bark, bark. Why are you crying, bunny?” Illustration from Poland

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“How not to cry, my dear? I had a house from lime shell and the Fox a house from ice. Spring has come and Fox's house was melt. Fox then asked me to live in my house and now look she kicked me out.” “Stop crying, bunny, we will take her out.” “You cannot!” “You will see!” The dogs approached the house: “Bark, bark, bark! Get out, sly fox!” But the fox replied back: “I will get angry and will destroy you!” The dogs were scared and ran away. And again Bunny Illustration from Croatia cries with bitter tears. Near him passes a wolf: “Why are you crying, Bunny?” “How not to cry wolf? I had a house from lime shell and the Fox a house from ice. Spring has come and Fox's house was melt. Fox then asked me to live in my house and now look she kicked me out.” “Let me I will take her out immediately.” “I'm not sure you can. The dogs tried to Illustration from Poland chase her, but they could not. No you cannot chase her.” “You will see!” A wolf came to the house and started shouting angrily: “Howl, howl ... Get out, sly fox!” But the fox answered from the hearth: “I will get angry and will destroy you!” Wolf was scared and fled. And the bunny cried and cried. Here comes an old bear: “Why are you crying, bunny?” “How not to cry, teddy bear? I had a house from lime shell and the Fox a house from ice. Spring has come and Fox's house was melt. Fox then asked me to live in my house and now look she kicked me out.” “Stop crying, bunny”, said the bear. “I will take her out.”

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“I'm not sure you can. The dogs and wolf tried to chase her, but they could not. You won’t be able to do this.” “Yes I will.” Illustration from Lithuania And bear muttering went to the house: “Growl ... growl ... Get out, sly fox!” But the fox answered from the hearth: “I will get angry and will destroy you!” The bear was scared and run away through the woods. Bunny again cries. Pass a rooster on the way with a scythe on the back: “Cock-a-doodle-doo! Bunny, why do you cry?” “How not to cry, Rooster? I had a house from lime shell and the Fox a house from ice. Spring has come and Fox's house was melt. Fox then asked me to live in my house and now look she kicked me out.” “Stop crying, bunny, I will take her out of the house.” “You can't. The dogs, the wolf and the bear tried to chase her, but they could not. You will not be able to do anything.” “Leave me.” A rooster approached to the house: “Cock-a-doodle-doo! I am a rooster with a red cock. I have a scythe, sly fox, so get out from the house!” “I'm getting dressed”, she says. But the rooster does not leave: “Cock-a-doodle-doo! I am a rooster with a red cock. I have a scythe, sly fox, so get out from the house!” Fox stutter: “I put on my coat.” Rooster started to sing for the third time: “Cock-a-doodle-doo! I am a rooster with a red cock. I have a scythe, sly fox, so get out from the house!” Illustration from Croatia

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Fox was utterly frightened, came down from the hearth and ran. The bunny and rooster moved together and lived like the kings and if they did not die they live even today. Illustration from Lithuania What I liked most in the story was that the rooster chased away the bad fox - because I love roosters. Paula from Croatia (5th grade) Friendship overcomes even the strongest enemies. Greta from Lithuania (9th grade)

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DREAMER Georgian fairy-tale O n c e upon a time, there lived a poor boy and his stepmother. One day the stepmother asked her stepson to watch over the seed. The boy fell asleep and the hens began pecking the seed. The stepmother was angry and whipped the boy. “Why did you fall asleep?” she shouted. Illustration from Croatia “Mother, Mother! Wait a little; I had a dream. There was the Sun on one side, the Moon on my other side and stars were shining above me.” The stepmother liked the dream and ordered the boy, “Give me your dream!” “It’s only a dream, how can I give it to you?” the boy answered. The stepmother whipped and kicked him out of the house. The dreamer left and after a long walk he reached the king’s palace. “Where are you wandering, boy, what are you looking for?” the king asked. The boy told the king his story about the dream. The king liked his dream too and ordered the boy, “Give me your dream!” “How can I give it to you, it’s only a dream?” the boy replied in surprise. Illustration from Serbia

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Illustration from Georgia The king was very angry and gave the order to put the boy in the prison. The king had a beautiful daughter. The princess was sorry for the poor boy. She fell in love with him. And soon they got married. When the Dreamer became the king, his wife sat on one side and his mother on another side and his sons and daughters stood behind him. “So, my wife is the Sun, my mother is the Moon and my children are the stars”, said the Dreamer. “So this is my dream and how I could give it to you!” said the Dreamer to his father – in –law. The king blessed his crown and gave his kingdom to the Dreamer! Illustration from Georgia Never give up on your dreams. Monika from Lithuania (6th grade)

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(T H E KOLOBOK LITTLE ROUN D Ukrainian folk tale B U N) O n c e upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman who were very poor and had nothing at all to their name. And they kept getting poorer and poorer till there was nothing left to eat in the house, not even bread. Said the old man: “Do bake us a bun, old woman! If you scrape out the flour-box and sweep out the bin, you'll have enough flour.” So the old woman scraped out the flour-box and swept out the bin, she made some dough and she shaped a little round bun out of it. She then lit the oven, baked the bun and put it on the window sill to cool. But the bun jumped out of the window and onto the bench outside, and from the bench onto the ground, and away it rolled along the road! On and on- it rolled, and it met a Rabbit coming toward it. “I'm going to eat you up, Little Round Bun!” called the Rabbit. “Don't do that, Fleet-Feet, let me sing you a song instead,” said Little Round Bun. “All right, let's hear it!” “Here it is!” “I was scraped from the flour-box And swept from the bin And baked in the oven And cooled on the sill. I ran away from Grandpa, I ran away from Grandma, And I’ll run away from you, this minute I will!” And off it rolled and away. By and by it met a Wolf coming toward it. Illustration from Moldova Illustration from Lithuania

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“I'm going to eat you up, Little Round Bun!” called the Wolf. Illustration from Belgrade (Serbia) “Don't do that, Brother Wolf, let me sing you a song instead.” “All right, let’s hear it!” “I was scraped from the flour-box And swept from the bin, And baked in the oven, And cooled on the sill. I ran away from Grandpa, I ran away from Grandma, And I'll run away from you, this minute I will!" And away it rolled. By and by it met a Bear coming toward it. “I'm going to eat you up, Little Round Bun!” called the Bear. “Don't do that, Brother Bear, I'll sing you a song instead!” “All right, let’s hear it!” “I was scraped from the flourbox And swept from the bin, And baked in the oven, And cooled on the sill. I ran away from Grandpa, I ran away from Grandma, And I’ll run away from you, this minute I will!” Illustration from Lithuania And off it rolled and away! By and by it met a Fox coming toward it. “I’m going to eat you up, Little Round Bun!” called the Fox. “Don’t do that, Sister Fox, I'll sing you a song instead.” “All right, let's hear it!” “I was scraped from the flour-box, And swept from the bin, And baked in the oven, And cooled on the sill. I ran away from Grandpa, I ran away from Grandma, And I'll run away from you, this minute I will!”

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“Sing some more, please, don't stop!” the Fox said. “Hop onto my tongue, so I can hear you better.” Little Round Bun jumped onto the Fox’s tongue and began to sing: “I was scraped from the flour-box And swept from the bin —” But before it could go on, the Fox opened her mouth and — snap! — She gobbled it up. Illustration from Moldova

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LITTLE FAIRY Croatian fairy-tale O n c e there lived a King and a Queen. They had a castle on the top of the hill full of different treasures; golden wheat fields, and old oaks woods. They had plenty of all. But their biggest treasure was their little prince. They had wanted him for a long time. When the prince was born, he was surrounded by the most delicate care. The boy was smart, nice and handsome, and the joy of their family. When the prince turned eighteen the King and Queen organized a big celebration in the courtyard of the castle. They served the best they had: delicious food, painted pots, silk tablecloths and all various decorations. They invited the best musicians and burnt thousands of candles. After the feast, all girls from that town gathered and danced in the garden. All the girls watched the prince comely. The celebration was great, but when the people left at last, the Illustration from Lithuania prince couldn’t sleep. He dressed up again and went out into the night, in the moonlight. He passed through the park and headed to the linden grove, near the castle. He was walking slowly, deeply breathing the freshness of the early summer night. He watched the strange shadows, which were created by moonlight and the branches of trees and he enjoyed in the intoxicating scent of linden trees in bloom. Suddenly, he broke out into a glade and thought how weird it was that he hadn’t been there yet and how beautiful this small meadow was, surrounded by old heavy treetops. And then he saw something even more beautiful and more peculiar: on the grass, lit by moonlight, stood a small fairy. In a silvery dress with long golden hair, and jewels in the crown. Beautiful, but small like a flame. The prince stopped in disbelief and stared at her. Illustration from Kalush (Ukraine) “Happy birthday, dear Prince!” said Little Fairy.

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“I was invited to your celebration too, but I couldn’t come with the girls because I’m so small. So I greet you here, in this moonlight, which is like sunshine to me.” “I am glad you have come”, said the prince, who liked the little fairy very much. He approached her and took her hand, but she pulled it away and she disappeared. Her glove was left in his hand, so tiny that he could barely put it on his smallest finger. Dreaming, with the glove on his finger, he walked through the linden grove for a little longer and then he returned home. And he didn’t say a word to anyone about his nightly experience. The next day he was mainly sleeping. And when he finally woke up, he couldn’t wait for the rest of the day to pass. As soon as the night fell, the prince headed again to the linden grove. He searched for the Little Fairy, searched and searched, he was wandering through the woods and he was returning on the glade, but she was not there. He was getting sadder and sadder and he was thinking how kind, amazing and tiny Little Fairy was, how he did n’t manage to say anything to her, and that he would never see her again. While he was thinking of her, he took her little glove out of his pocket and kissed it – at that moment the fairy appeared in front of him. The prince was delighted to see her and they spend the whole night walking together through the linden grove. And then, while they were walking and talking, something strange happened: the Little Fairy began to grow. When they parted before the dawn, she was twice bigger than the night before, and she could not put on her tiny glove anymore. “Take care of it!” she said, and then disappeared. “I will never part with it”, he whispered. They met in the courtyard every night. The prince was sleeping and daydreaming all days long, waiting for night to come. And he was always a bit restless. He thought that she might not come, that she would simply disappear like she had just appeared. He loved the little fairy more and more, and she grew bigger every night. On the ninth night, the moon was shining with his full glory, and the fairy grew to prince’s height. “I will come to your courtyard as long as the moon shines”, she said that night. “No”, the prince said. Illustration from Kalush (Ukraine)

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“That’s not enough for me. I want you to be with me always and forever. I want you to be my wife.” The Little Fairy looked at his face seriously. “My dear”, she said finally. “I would be happy to stay with you, but I can be your wife only if you will always love, no one else, but me. Can you promise me that?” “Only you, always and forever!” the prince cried and took her to the castle. So the prince and the Little Fairy got married. They lived happily for 7 years. Then the old king, who was the prince's father, died. He was a good king, and when people heard about his death, everyone who lived close and who lived far away, came to his kingdom to honour him. The most beautiful ladies of his kingdom were passing by his catafalque. Among them, there was also a redhead girl with the fiery look in her eyes. She was standing by the king's catafalque, but that redhead beauty had eyes only for his son, the prince. After some time, the prince noticed her and he Illustration from Kalush (Ukraine) looked at her too. He felt exciting warmth when she smiled at him. When the sad procession to the cemetery finally started, the prince was with his wife, but he turned three times to look at the redhead beauty. Suddenly, his wife tripped on her dress… “Look, my dress is too long for me”, she said quietly. But the prince did not hear her words, he didn’t even notice that she began to grow smaller and smaller. On the way back from the cemetery, the prince and the redhead beauty were constantly looking at each other, and the Little Fairy was getting smaller and smaller. When they arrived at the old linden grove, she disappeared. Now the prince took a girl with eyes like fire for his wife. But he wasn’t happy with her. She was always asking for something, she tried to change him, demanded rarities and impossible things. Illustration from Lithuania

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When he couldn’t satisfy her wishes, she would cry or argue with him. And then the Princ e realized what he had done. He was crying for his little fairy, and as the time passed by, he felt worse and worse. Every night he would go out in the moonlight and walked among the old linden trees and called for his little fairy. He begged her to come back and he was kissing her little glove. He was calling her and waiting – and so he grew old. But the Little Fairy never returned to him again. Love without trust does not exist. Lies and betrayal will forever smash a loving hearth and make it invisible. Lona from Lithuania (8th grade)

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A traditional Tunisian folk tale h e r e once was a lady called Ommi Sissi. One day Ommi Sissi was sweeping...sweeping the floor of her house. While sweeping...sweeping, she found a silver coin. “What will I do with it? Oh my!” “God, what will I do with it? What on earth could I buy with this silver coin?” she exclaimed. “I will buy something for my daughter Fatima. But what?” “Hmm let's see ....what if I bought an orange? No, the skin of the orange would soil my house which is all clean!” “If I bought a pomegranate? No. The juice of th e pomegranate would stain the house floor that I have not finished cleaning.” Finally she decided to buy some fish. Her daughter loved fish. After she bought the fish and cooked it, she put it on a plate and hid it in the pantry. Then she went back to sweeping. Sometime later, the neighbour’s cat came over to borrow a knife from Ommi Sissi. Ommi Sissi told him, “I’m very busy. You can go get it from the kitchen yourself, but please don’t open the pantry.” Illustration from Dolishny Shepit (Ukraine) The cat went to the kitchen, and he immediately caught Illustration from Dolishny Shepit (Ukraine) the smell of something tasty coming from the pantry. He couldn’t help himself so he opened it and found the fish. So he ate it all up, hid the bones under the rug, took the knife and left. After a while, Fatima came back home, and she was very hungry, but she did not find the surprise that her mother prepared for her. Instead all she found where some fish bones under the rug. Fatima started weeping, so her mother came in and knew that the cat had eaten all the fish. She decided to teach him a

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