Сказка Бременские Музыканты на английском языке написать

Many years ago a miller lived in the world. And the miller had a donkey - a good donkey, smart and strong. The donkey worked at the mill for a long time, dragged coolies with flour on its back, and finally it got old.

The owner sees: the donkey has weakened, is no longer suitable for work - and drove him out of the house.

The donkey was frightened: "Where will I go, where will I go? I am old and weak. "

And then he thought: "I'll go to Bremen and become a street musician there."

So did. Went to the city of Bremen.

There is a donkey on the road and shouts like a donkey. And suddenly he sees: a hunting dog is lying on the road, his tongue has stuck out and is breathing heavily.

"Why are you so out of breath, dog?" The donkey asks. - What happened to you?

"Tired," the dog says, "she ran for a long time, so she was out of breath.

"Why did you run like that, dog?" The donkey asks.

"Ah, donkey," the dog says, "take pity on me!" I lived with a hunter, lived a long time. I ran around the fields and swamps for game for him, but now I've become old, I'm no longer suitable for hunting, and my master planned to kill me. So I ran away from him, but I don't know what to do next.

"Come with me to the city of Bremen," the donkey answers her, "we will become street musicians there." You bark loudly, you have a good voice. You will sing and beat the drum, and I will sing and play the guitar.

"Well," the dog says, "let's go."

They went together.

The donkey walks - shouts like a donkey, the dog walks - barks like a dog.

They walked, walked, and suddenly they see: a cat is sitting on the road, a sad one, sad.

- What are you so sad? - the dog asks.

"Ah," says the cat, "take pity on me, donkey and dog!" I lived with my mistress, lived for a long time, caught rats and mice. And now I've become old and my teeth have become dull. The landlady sees: I can't catch mice anymore - and I decided to drown me in a river. I ran away from home. And what to do next, how to feed myself, I don't know.

The donkey answers him:

- Come with us, the cat, to the city of Bremen, we will become street musicians there. You have a good voice, you will sing and play the violin, the dog will sing and beat the drum, and I will sing and play the guitar.

"Well," says the cat, "let's go."

They went together.

The donkey walks - shouts like a donkey, the dog walks - barks like a dog, the cat walks - meows like a cat.

They walked, walked. They pass by one courtyard and see: a rooster sits on the gate and screams at the top of its neck: "Ku-ka-re-ku".

- What are you, cockerel, screaming? The donkey asks.

- What happened to you? - asks his dog.

- Maybe someone offended you? - the cat asks.

"Ah," says the cock, "take pity on me, donkey, dog and cat!" Tomorrow guests will come to my hosts. So my hosts are going to slaughter me and cook soup from me. What should I do?

The donkey answers him:

- Come, cockerel, with us to the city of Bremen and become street musicians there. You have a good voice, you will sing and play the balalaika, the cat will sing and play the violin, the dog will sing and beat the drum, and I will sing and play the guitar.

"Well," says the cock, "let's go." They went together.

A donkey is walking - screaming like a donkey, a dog is walking - barking like a dog, a cat walking - meowing like a cat, a cock walking - crowing.

They walked, walked, and now the night came. A donkey and a dog lay under a large oak tree, a cat sat on a branch, and a rooster flew up to the very top of the tree and began to look around from there.

I looked, looked and saw: a light shines nearby.

- The light is on! The rooster cries.

Donkey says:

- We need to find out what kind of light. Maybe a house is nearby.

The dog says:

"Maybe there is meat in this house." I would eat.

The cat says:

"Maybe there is milk in this house." I would have a drink.

And the cock says:

"Maybe there is millet in this house." I would bite.

They got up and went into the light.

We went into the clearing, and the house stands in the clearing, and the window in it glows.

The donkey went to the house and looked out the window.

- What do you see there, donkey? - asks the cock.

"I see," the donkey answers, "the robbers are sitting at the table, eating and drinking."

- Oh, how I want to eat! - said the dog.

- Oh, how thirsty you are! - said the cat.

"How would we get the robbers out of the house?" - said the cock.

They thought, thought and came up with.

The donkey quietly set its front legs on the windowsill, the dog climbed onto the donkey's back, the cat jumped onto the dog's back, and the cock flew up onto the cat's head.

And then they cried out at once:

donkey - like a donkey,

a dog - like a dog,

the cat is feline

and the cock crowed.

They screamed and burst through the window into the room.

The robbers got scared and fled to the forest.

But the donkey, dog, cat and rooster sat around the table and started to eat.

They ate, ate, drank, drank - ate, drank and went to bed.

The donkey sprawled in the yard in the manger, the dog lay down in front of the door, the cat curled up in a warm stove, and the cock flew up to the gate.

They put out the fire in the house and fell asleep.

And the robbers are sitting in the forest and looking out of the thicket at their house.

They see: the fire in the window went out, it became dark.

And they sent one robber to see what was happening in the house. Maybe in vain they were so scared.

The robber came to the house, opened the door, went into the kitchen. Look: and on the stove two lights are burning.

It's probably coal, thought the thief. "Now I'll light a hole."

He poked at the light with a hole, and that was a cat's eye. The cat got angry, jumped up, snorted, and how it snaps the robber's paw, but how hiss! The robber ran is at the door. And then the dog grabbed his leg. The robber ran into the yard. And then his donkey kicked.

The robber ran is at the gate. And from the gate the rooster cries out:

- Ku-ka-re-ku!

The robber rushed at full speed into the forest. He ran to his comrades and said:

- trouble! Terrible giants settled in our house. One with my long fingers grabbed my face, the other cut my leg with a knife, the third hit me on the back with a club, and the fourth shouted after me: "Hold the thief!"

"Oh," the robbers said, "we need to get out of here as soon as possible!"

And the robbers left this forest forever. And the Bremen Town Musicians - a donkey, a dog, a cat and a rooster - remained to live in their house and enjoy.