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THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR by Eric Carle

For my sister Christa


In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf.

One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and—pop! —out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.

He started to look for some food.

On Monday he ate through one apple. But he was still hungry.

On Tuesday he ate through two pears, but he was still hungry.

On Wednesday he ate through three plums, but he was still hungry.

On Thursday he ate through four strawberries, but he was still hungry.

On Friday he ate through five oranges, but he was still hungry.

On Saturday
he ate through
one piece of
chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon.

That night he had a stomachache!

The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better.

Now he wasn't hungry any more — and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. He was a big, fat caterpillar.

He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for
more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and...

he was a beautiful butterfly!

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The Gingerbread Man
A classic folk tale


One day an old woman baked a gingerbread man for her husband. Suddenly, she heard a voice from the oven. "Let me out! Let me out!" it said. She opened the door and the gingerbread man ran out. The old couple ran after him, shouting "Stop! We want to eat you!"
But the gingerbread man ran away singing "Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!"
A horse saw him and said "Stop! I want to eat you!"
But the gingerbread man ran away even faster singing "Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!"
A cow saw him and said "Stop! I want to eat you!"
But the gingerbread man ran away even faster singing "Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!"
A fox saw him and said "Stop! I want to talk to you!"

The gingerbread man ran on singing "Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!"
But the fox chased him all the way to a river The gingerbread man didn't know how to swim.
"I can help you," said the cunning fox. "If you jump on my tail, I'll carry you across." The gingerbread man jumped on the fox's tail and the fox started to swim across the river. But the fox said "jump on my nose. You are too heavy for my tail." When they reached the river bank the fox tossed the gingerbread man high up into the air.
Down he fell and the fox gobbled him all up!
And that was the end of the gingerbread man.

Другой вариант http://www.storyit.com/Classics/Stories ... eadman.htm

Дополнительные материалы http://www.dltk-teach.com/rhymes/gingerbread/index.htm

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The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes.

Before they left, their mother told them " Whatever you do , do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world.
The first little pig built his house out of straw because it was the easiest thing to do.

The second little pig built his house out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house.

The third little pig built his house out of bricks.

One night the big bad wolf, who dearly loved to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his house of straw. He said "Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig.

But of course the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig.

The wolf then came to the house of sticks.

"Let me in ,Let me in little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in" "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig. But the wolf blew that house in too, and ate the second little pig.

The wolf then came to the house of bricks.

" Let me in , let me in" cried the wolf

"Or I'll huff and I'll puff till I blow your house in"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin" said the pigs.

Well, the wolf huffed and puffed but he could not blow down that brick house.

But the wolf was a sly old wolf and he climbed up on the roof to look for a way into the brick house.

The little pig saw the wolf climb up on the roof and lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and placed on it a large kettle of water.

When the wolf finally found the hole in the chimney he crawled down and KERSPLASH right into that kettle of water and that was the end of his troubles with the big bad wolf.

The next day the little pig invited his mother over . She said "You see it is just as I told you. The way to get along in the world is to do things as well as you can." Fortunately for that little pig, he learned that lesson. And he just lived happily ever after!

Источник: http://www.shol.com/agita/pigs.htm

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Alyonushka /Алёнушка

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a brother and sister walked together down a long road. The sister's name was Alyonushka, and her brother was called Ivanushka. The two had been walking a long time when they came to a cow's hoof filled with water. "May I drink form it sister?" Little Ivanushka asked. "No, or you will turn into a calf." Alyonushka answered. Little Ivanushka was very thirsty, but obeyed his sister. He obeyed her again when they came to a horse's hoof filled with water. Alyonushka told him that if he drank from it, he would turn into a foal.

The brother and sister walked along further, and Ivanushka became increasingly thirsty. Then they came upon a goat's hoof filled with water. "May I drink from it?" Ivanushka asked. Alyonushka once again was firm, "No, if you do you will turn into a kid." But this time the boy disobeyed his sister, and on his first sip turned into a little goat.

Alyonushka sat on the rode crying when a merchant drove by and inquired about her trouble. Alyonushka explained the situation to him, and he said that if she married him they could live happily with the goat. Alyonushka agreed, and so they lived happily this way for some time.

Then one day an evil witch tricked Alyonushka into going down to the river, where she tied a stone around her neck and threw her in. The witch then took on Alyonuska's form and lived as her for awhile. Only poor Ivanushka new the truth about his sister. Little did he know that the witch had plans for him too. When the wicked woman overheard him one day talking to his sister in the lake, she decided to ask the merchant to kill the little goat.

It was hard for the merchant to agree to kill Ivanushka, as he loved the goat like a person. But, begin deceived by the witch, he felt his wife's wishes to be the most important. Ivanushka asked the merchant if he could go to the river for one last drink before he died, and the merchant agreed. There at the river's edge the goat cried out to his sister, and she answered him that she couldn't help him with a stone tied around her neck. Neither the brother nor sister realized that this time a peasant had overheard their conversation, and was on his way to stop the merchant form killing Ivanushka.

Upon hearing the peasant's story, the merchant ran to the river, found Alyonushka, and took the stone from around her neck. The witch was then tied to a horse, which was turned loose in an opened field. The little goat was so happy that he turned three summersaults, and was changed back into a boy.

They lived happily ever after.

Эта и многие другие сказки здесь: http://www.homeenglish.ru/Tales.htm

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The Turnip


Grandpa planted a turnip. The turnip grew bigger and bigger. Grandpa came to pick the turnip, pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it up! Grandpa called Grandma.
Grandma pulled Grandpa,
Grandpa pulled the turnip.
They pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it up! Granddaughter came.
Granddaughter pulled Grandma,
Grandma pulled Grandpa,
Grandpa pulled the turnip. They pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it up!

The doggy came.
Doggy pulled Granddaughter,
Granddaughter pulled Grandma,
Grandma pulled Grandpa,
Grandpa pulled the turnip. They pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it up!
A kitty came.
Kitty pulled doggy,
Doggy pulled Granddaughter,
Granddaughter pulled Grandma,
Grandma pulled Grandpa,
Grandpa pulled the turnip. They pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it up!

A mouse came.
The mouse pulled kitty,
Kitty pulled doggy,
Doggy pulled Granddaughter,
Granddaughter pulled Grandma,
Grandma pulled Grandpa,
Grandpa pulled the turnip. They pulled and pulled and pulled the turnip up!

Источник http://www.englishforkids.ru/Tales.shtml

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The Mitten A Ukrainian Folktale adapted and illustrated by Jan Brett

Once there was a boy named Nicki who wanted his new mittens made from wool as white as snow.
At first, his grandmother, Baba, did not want to knit white mittens.
"If you drop one in the snow," she warned, "you'll never find it."
But Nicki wanted snow-white mittens, and finally Baba made them.
After she finished she said, "When you come home, first I will look to see if you are safe and sound, but then I will look to see if you still have your snow-white mittens."
So off Nicki went. And it wasn't long until one of his new mittens dropped in the snow and was left behind.
A mole, tired from tunneling along, discovered the mitten and burrowed inside. It was cozy and warm and just the right size, so he decided to stay.
A snowshoe rabbit came hopping by. He stopped for a moment to admire his winter coat. It was then that he saw the mitten, and he wiggled in, feet first. The mole didn't think there was room for both of them, but when he saw the rabbit's big kickers he moved over.
Next a hedgehog came snuffling along. Having spent the day looking under wet leaves for things to eat, he decided to move into the mitten and warm himself. The mole and the rabbit were bumped and jostled, but not being ones to argue with someone covered with prickles, they made room.
As soon as the hedgehog disappeared into the mitten, a big owl, attracted by the commotion, swooped down. When he decided to move in also, the mole, the rabbit, and the hedgehog grumbled. But when they saw the owl's glinty talons, they quickly let him in.
Up through the snow appeared a badger. He eyed the mitten and began to climb in. The mole, the rabbit, the hedgehog, and the owl were not pleased. There was no room left, but when they saw his diggers, they gave him the thumb.
It started snowing, but the animals were snug in the mitten. A waft of warm steam rose in the air, and a fox trotting by stopped to investigate. Just the sight of the cozy mitten made him feel drowsy. The fox poked his muzzle in. When the mole, the rabbit, the hedgehog, the owl, and the badger saw his shiny teeth, they gave the fox lots of room.
A great bear lumbered by. He spied the mitten and plumped up. Not being one to be left out in the cold, he began to nose his way in. The animals were packed in as tightly as could be. But what animal would argue with a bear?
The mitten swelled and stretched. It was pulled and bulged to many times its size. But Baba's good knitting held fast.
Along came a meadow mouse, no bigger than an acorn. She wriggled into the one space left, and made herself comfortable on top of the great bear's nose.
The bear, tickled by the mouse's whiskers, gave an enormous sneeze.
Aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-ca-chew!
The force of the sneeze shot the mitten up into the sky, and scattered the animals in all directions.
On his way home, Nicky saw a white shape in the distance. It was the lost mitten silhouetted against the blue sky.
As he ran to catch his snow-white mitten, he saw Baba's face in the window. First she looked to see if he was safe and sound, and then she saw that he still had his new mittens.

На последней картинке в книжке бабушка держит обе варежки: одна нормальная, а вторая очень сильно растянутая.

http://www.janbrett.com/put_the_animals ... mitten.htm
http://www.janbrett.com/mitten_masks_main.htm Маски для "Рукавички".
http://media.photobucket.com/image/jan% ... -2.gif?o=1 персонажи 1
http://media.photobucket.com/image/jan% ... tten-1.gif персонажи 2
http://ihavetosay.typepad.com/meandmygi ... index.html
http://blissfullydomestic.com/wp-conten ... ppets2.jpg
http://kcmc.umf.maine.edu/at/Images/The_Mitten.jpg
http://www.janbrett.com/mitten_coloring_page_rabbit.htm Раскраска "Крот в варежке и заяц"

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Вчера наткнулась на старую Дашину книжечку- её подарила моя подруга, которая живёт в Англии.Книжка, конечно, уже хорошенько потрёпанная да и порвана была вот я и решила дать ей вторую жизнь :hi_hi_hi: Я разобрала страницы, и получился набор для инсценировки сказки на английском языке
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Из пластиковых крышек я сделала подставки для карточек(раскалённым ножом проделала углубления) Вот уже играем в сказку второй день
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Little lamb has lost his mum!
Is she in the stable?- No, the horse is!
Is his mum on the roof?-No, the cockerel is!
Is she in the shed?- No, the cow is!
Is his mum in the basket?- No, the cat is!
Is she in the cornfield?- No, the dormouse is!
Is his mum in the sty?- No, the pig is!
Is she on the pond?- No, the ducks are!
Is his mum in the kennel?- No, the sheepdog is!
Is she in the field?- Yes, there she is!

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The Three Little pigs. http://www.alleng.ru/d/engl_aud/eng010.htm

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На одной странице русский текст на другой английский и словарик

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Из дневничка Наташи:
По английскому была сказка теремок:
Look! It's a mouse.
Knock, knock! Who lives in the house?
Nobody answers. Now the mouse is in the house.
Look! It's a frog. -Knock, knock! Who lives in the house?
-I'm a mouse. And who are you? -I'm a frog. May I come in?
-Come in, please!


Look! It's a hare . Let’s say hello to Hare. Hello! Hello, Hare.
-Knock, knock! Who lives in the house?
-I'm a mouse.
-I'm a frog. And who are you?
- I'm a hare. May I come in?
-Come in, please!


Look! It's a fox.)
-Knock, knock! Who lives in the house?
-I'm a mouse.
-I'm a frog.
- I'm a hare. And who are you?
-I'm a fox. May I come in?
-Come in, please!


Look! It's a wolf
-Knock, knock! Who lives in the house?
-I'm a mouse.
-I'm a frog.
- I'm a hare.
-I'm a fox. And who are you?
- I'm a wolf. May I come in?
-Come in, please!

Look! It's a bear.
-Knock, knock! Who lives in the house?
-I'm a mouse.
-I'm a frog.
- I'm a hare.
-I'm a fox.
- I'm a wolf. And who are you?
- I'm a bear. May I come in?
-Come in, please!

CRASH!!! The bear crushed krʌʃt the whole həʋl house!

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Хотела найти колобка с иллюстрациями но нашла только текст.
http://www.teremok.in/perevedi_skazku/the_bun.htm

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Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, “Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter.”

Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.

As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, “I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”

“Does she live far off?” said the wolf

“Oh I say,” answered Little Red Riding Hood; “it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village.”

“Well,” said the wolf, “and I’ll go and see her too. I’ll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first.”

The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.

“Who’s there?”

“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; “who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother.”

The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.”

The wolf pulled the string n, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.

“Who’s there?”

Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, “It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you.”

The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.”

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the string, and the door opened.

The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, “Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come sit on the bed with me.”

Little Red Riding Hood sat on the bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, “Grandmother, what big arms you have!”

“All the better to hug you with, my dear.”

“Grandmother, what big legs you have!”

“All the better to run with, my child.”

“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”

“All the better to hear with, my child.”

“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”

“All the better to see with, my child.”

“Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!”

“All the better to eat you up with.”

And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

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Kiki the Kitten

One morning, Mother Cat took her kittens out for a walk.
"Stay in line and follow me," she said to Kiki, Lollipop, Foo-foo, Bo and Whiskers. "I don't want anyone to get lost!"
The kittens marched along behind Mother Cat.
Suddenly, a yellow butterfly fluttered past Kiki's nose. "Oh, my!" exclaimed Kiki.
Kiki followed the butterfly.
It landed on a flower. Then it flew to another flower... and another!
Kiki ran after the butterfly, following wherever it went.
The yellow butterfly flew all across the meadow. It fluttered across the sparkling brook and down a little hill.
Finally, the butterfly flew up, up, and away into the bright blue sky.
After the butterfly had gone, Kiki looked around - she was all alone!
"Oh, dear" she cried, "I'm lost!"
Suddenly, Mother Cat and the other kittens came bounding over the hilltop.
"I'm so glad we found you!" said Mother Cat.
"I was scared," said Kiki. "I promise to follow you from now on!"

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The Sly Fox and the Little Red Hen
Once there was a little red hen. She lived in a little red henhouse, safe and sound, with a little blue door and windows all around. She was a happy hen. Every day she searched for grain with a peck, peck, peck and a cluck, cluck, cluck. But then a sly young fox and his mother moved into a nearby den. The sly fox was always hungry. He licked his lips when he grain with a peck, peck, peck and a cluck, cluck, cluck. And then the sly fox tried to catch the little red hen. He plotted and planned, again and again. But the little rend hen was clever. She always got away, with a peck, peck, peck and a cluck, cluck, cluck. But then the sly fox thought up a very sly plan.
"Mother, boil some water in a pan," he said. "I'll bring home supper tonight."
Then he crept over to the little red henhouse. And he waited until at last the little red hen came out to search for grain with a peck, peck, peck and a cluck, cluck, cluck. Quick as a flash, the sly fox slipped into the henhouse. And he waited until the little red hen came hurrying home. As soon as she saw the fox, she flew up to the rafters. "You can't catch me now!" she laughed, with a peck, peck, peck and a cluck, cluck, cluck.
"All part of my plan," smiled the fox on the ground. And slowly he started to chase his tail, round and round and round and round, faster and raster…until the little red hen up in the rafters grew dizzy.
"Oh!" she clucked. "My poor head's spinning. I'm all in a tizzy." And she dropped down- plop!- straight into the fox's sack. "Ha!" laughed the fox. And then the fox slung the sack over his shoulder and set off for home with the little red hen. After a while, he stopped for a rest. The sun was warm and soon he was snoozing. "Now's my chance," whispered the little red hen, and out she crept without a peck, peck, peck or a cluck, cluck, cluck. Quickly she rolled some large stones into the sack and tied a knot at the top. Then she ran all the way home and didn't stop till she was safe in her little red henhouse. The fox woke up and went on his way, hungry for his supper.
"This hen is heavy!" he said to himself, licking his lips.
"She'll make a good meal."
"Is the pot boiling, Mother?" he called at the den. "Look who I've got! It's the little red hen."
"Throw her in, son," said his mother.
"She'll make a nice snack."
So the sly fox opened up the sack. Into the boiling water crashed the stones with a SPLASH!
And that was the end of the sly fox and his mother. And the little red hen lived happily ever after in her little red henhouse, searching for grain with a peck, peck, peck and a cluck, cluck, cluck.

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Jack and the Beanstalk

Once there was a boy called Jack who lived with his mother. They were so poor that she said to him one day, "We'll have to sell our cow- it's the only way."
So Jack took the cow to market. On the way, Jack met a stranger. "I'll give you five beans for that cow," she said. "They're magic beans…"
"Done!" said Jack. But when he got back…
"Five beans for our cow?" cried his mother. And she threw them out of the window. All through the night, a beanstalk grew…and grew… till it right out of sight. Before his mother could say a word, Jack climbed…and climbed…and he didn't stop till he reached…the top. There Jack saw a giant castle. He knock- knock- knocked, and a giantess opened the door.
Inside, Jack could hear a thumping and a banging and a stamping and a crashing!
"Quick," said the giantess. "Hide!" My husband is hungry!"
"Fee, fi, fo, fum! Watch out everyone, HERE I COME!" roared the giant.
The giant sat down for his supper. He ate a hundred boiled potatoes, and a hundred chocolate biscuits. And then, feeling a bit happier, he got out his gold.
The giant started counting his coins, but soon…he was snoozing. Jack snatched the gold and raced down the beanstalk.
"Gold!" cried Jack's mother when she saw what he'd got. "We're not poor any more!" But Jack wanted to go back up the beanstalk. The next day he climbed…and climbed… and he didn't stop till he reached the top. Inside the castle, Jack hid when he heard…a thumping and a banging and a stamping and a crashing. "Fee, fi, fo, fum! Watch out everyone, HERE I COME!" roared the giant. The giant sat down for his supper. He ate two hundred baked potatoes, and two hundred jellies. And then, feeling a bit happier, he got out his hen that laid golden eggs. The hen started laying, but soon…the giant was snoozing. Jack snatched the hen and raced down the beanstalk.
"Golden eggs from a golden hen!" cried Jack's mother.
"Now we'll never be poor again!" The next day, Jack climbed the beanstalk once more.
"Fee, fi, fo, fum! Watch out everyone, HERE I COME!" roared the giant.
The giant sat down for his supper. He ate three hundred roast potatoes, and three hundred cream cakes. And then, feeling a bit happier, he got out his silver harp.
The harp sang him lullabies, and soon… the giant was snoozing. Jack snatched the harp and raced down the beanstalk. But the harp called out, "Master! Master!"
The giant woke up and started to chase after Jack.
"Bring the axe, Mother!" shouted Jack as he neared the ground. Then he chopped and he chopped and didn't stop till…CRASH! Down came the beanstalk and the giant. And with the gold and the hard and the eggs and the hen, Jack and his mother were never poor again.

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