Tales by Vladimir Suteev. The petulant cat I translated this little tale by myself. This is the eighth story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) A girl had sat and drawn pictures. On a sudden the tabby cat came ant started to watch what a girl did. - What are you doing? - asked the curious cat. - I'm drawnig a house for you, - said the girl. - Look: here is a roof, here is a chimney and this is a door. - But what will I do there? - You will fire a stove and will cook porridge. And a girl drew the smpke pouring from a chimney. - But where is a window? Because cats jump through windows! - Here are windows for you. One, two, three, four... - said a girl and drew four windows. - But where will I walk? - Right here. A girl drew a fence around a house. - That will be a garden, - she said. A cat looked and fuffed. - What a garden is that?! There is nothing! - Wait a minute, - said a girl. Here is the flowered bed for you, here is an appletree with apples and here are the beds of vegetables: carrots grow here and cabbages grow there. Cabbages? - a cat made a wry face. - But where will I fish? - Right here... And a girl drew a pond with fishes inside. - That is good... And will birds live there? - asked the curious cat. - I like birds. - They will. Here is a hen for you, here is a rooster, here is a goose and here are three chickens. In that moment a cat licked her lips, purred and asked very quietly: - Well... Will there mice live... in the house?.. - No, they will not. - But who will guard my house? - It will be guarded by... - a girl drew the doghouse. - Will be guarded by this Bobik! A cat yanked her tail and her hair stood on end by some reason. - I don't like your house, - a cat said. - I don't want to live there! And she walked away as so she was offended. What a petulant cat!

Tales by Vladimir Suteev. The Cock and Paints I translated this little tale by myself. This is the seventh story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) The Cock and Paints. Vova sketched a Cock, but he forgot to colorize him. Cock went for a walk. - Why are you walking so unpainted? - Dog wondered. Cock looked at himself in the water. It's right - Dog tells the truth. - Don't be sad, - Dog said, - go to the Paints, they will help you. Cock came to the Paints and asked: - Paints, Paints, help me! - Ok, - said the Red Paint and colorized his crest and wattle. Then the Blue Paint colorized his tail-feathers. The Green one colorized his wings. Then the Yellow one colorized his chest. - Now you're the proper Cock! - said Dog. Петух и Краски Нарисовал Вова Петуха, а раскрасить-то его и забыл. Пошёл Петух гулять. - Что ты ходишь такой нераскрашенный? - удивилась Собака. Посмотрел Петух в воду. И верно - Собака правду говорит. - Не печалься, - сказала Собака, - иди к Краскам: они тебе помогут. Пришёл Петух к Краскам и просит: - Краски, Краски, помогите мне! - Хорошо, - сказала Красная Краска и раскрасила ему гребешок и бородку. А Синяя Краска - пёрышки на хвосте. Зелёная - крылышки. А Жёлтая - грудку. - Вот теперь ты настоящий Петух! - сказала Собака.

Tales by Vladimir Suteev. Offsuited cartwheels I translated this little tale by myself. This is the sixth story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) There is a stump, on a stump the little house stands. Fly, Frog, Hedgehog and Cock the Golden Crest live in this little house. Once they went to the woods - for flowers, mushrooms, firewoods and berries. They had been walking and came to a cleaning. They looked and saw the empty cart standing there. The cart was empty, but it wasn't ordinary - its wheels was offsuited. The first was very small wheel, the second one was a bit bigger, the third one was mid sized and the fourth was the biggest one. Apparently the carts stands here a long time - mushrooms grow under it. Fly, Frog, Hedgehog and Cock stand still, look and marvel. In that moment Heir leapes from the bushes on the road and looks too with laughing. - Is it your cart? - they asked Heir. - No, it's Bear's cart. He was making it, but didn't finish and gave up. So it stands here still. - Let's take a cart home, - Hedgehog said. - It may be useful. - Let's do it, - others said. They started to push a cart, but it didn't move, its wheels are offsuited. They had been pushing it, but with no results. A cart was turning on the right and falling on the left. And the road was bad too - here is a hole, there is a bump. Heir was laughing uproariously like a mad: - Who needs such an unworkable cart! All of them was tired, but it was a shame to drop it - it may be useful! Again Hedgehog had an idea: - Let's each of us will take on wheel. - Let's do it! They took off the wheels from the cart and rolled them home. Fly took the smallest wheel, Hedgehog took a bigger one, Frog took midsized one... And Cock jumped on the biggest wheel, stomps his heet, flapped his wings and whooped: - Cock-a-doodle-doo! Heir laughed: - What nuts they are! Roll home offsuited wheels! Meantime Fly, Hedgehog, Frog and Cock rolled the wheels home and started thinking: what will they do with them? - I know! - said Fly, took the smallest wheel and made the spinning wheel. Hedgehog tumbled to an idea: he attached two sticks to his wheel and made wheelbarrow. - I thought up too, - said Frog and attached her midsized wheel to the well to make it easier to collect water. And Cock put his biggest wheel in the water, attached millstones and built the watermill. All wheels found use on their farm:

Vladimir Suteev. Mouse and Pencil I translated this little tale by myself. This is the fifth story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) There once lived the Pencil on Vova's table. On one occasion, when Vova was sleeping, the little Mouse climbed on a table. He saw the Pencil, grabbed it and started to drag it in his mouse hole. - Let me, please! - pleaded the Pencil. - What do you need me for? I'm wooden, you can't eat me. - I will crunch you! - said the Mouse. - My teeth are itched and I need to crunch something all the time. Like that! - and the Mouse badly bit the Pencil. - Ouch!.. - said the Pencil. - Then let me draw something in last time and after that you can do whatever you want. - All right, - the Mouse accepted it, - draw! But then I will crunch you into small pieces anyway. The Pencil sighed heavily and drew a circle. - Is that a cheese? - asked the Mouse. - Maybe that is, - said the Pencil and drew another three small circles. - Of course, that's a cheese and these are the holes in it. - guessed the Mouse. - Maybe, these are, - agreed the Pencil and drew another big one circle. - This is an apple! - exclaimed the Mouse. - Maybe, this is, - said the Pencil and drew several oblong circles like that. - I know, these are sausages! - cried out the Mouse licking his lips. - Come on, end it quickly, my teeth are itched awfully. - Wait a minute, - said the Pencil. When he started to draw these triangles, the Mouse cried: - This is look like a ca... Stop drawing! But the pencil already drew the large whiskers... - This is pretty real cat! - squeaked the scared Mouse. - Help! - and he went running to his hole. Since that time the Mouse hasn't budged from there. And the Pencil lives with Vova even now, he just become so very little. And you can try to draw a cat like that with your pencil to scare the mice.

Tales by Vladimir Suteev. Who did say "Meow"? I translated this little tale by myself. This is the fourth story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) The Puppy was sleeping on the rug near the couch. Half asleep he heard suddenly someone said: - Meow! The Puppy raised his head, looked around - there was nobody! "This was in my dream probably" - he thought and laid down more comfy. In that moment someone said again: - Meow! - Who is there? The Puppy jumped up, run around the room, he looked under the bed, then under the table - nobody! He climbed up on the windowsill and spotted the Cock walking in the courtyard outside. "This is who interrupted my sleep! - thought the Puppy and ran outside to the Cock. - Was that you who said "meow"? the Puppy asked the Cock. - No, I always say... - the Cock flapped his wings and crew: - Cock-a-doodle-doo! - And is that all you can say? - asked the Puppy. - Yes, only "cock-a-doodle-doo". - answered the Cock. The Puppy scratched his ear with his back paw and went home... Suddenly right near the porch someone said: - Meow! - It's here! - the Puppy said to himself and began digging under the porch with his four legs. When he digged the large pit the small grey Mouse jumped out of there. - Did you say "meow"? - strictly asked him the Puppy. - Squeak-squeak! - the Mouse squeaked. - Who did say so? - Someone said "meow"... - Near? - the Mouse started worrying. - Right here, very close, - the Puppy said. - I'm scared! Squeak-squeak! - the Mouse squeaked and scuttled under the porch. The Puppy has wondered. In that moment near the doghouse someone said loudly: - Meow! The Puppy ran around the doghouse three times, but he found nobody. Someone moved in the doghouse... "Here he is! - the Puppy said to himself. - Now I catch him..." He crept closer... The huge shaggy Dog came jumping out to him. - R-r-r-r... - the Dog growled. - I... I would want to know... - R-r-r-r! - Is that you who said "meow"? - mumbled the Puppy putting his little tail between his legs. - Me?! Do you mock me, pup?! The Puppy went running in the garden and hid under a bush. And in that moment right above his ear someone said: - Meow! The Puppy looked out from under the bush. Right before him the furry Bee had sat on the flower. "This is who said "meow"!" the Puppy thought and wanted to snap her with his teeth. - Bz-z-z! - the offended Bee buzzed stung him painfully on the tip of his nose. ---->>

Tales by Vladimir Suteev. The little boat I translated this little tale by myself. This is the third story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) Frogling, Chicken, Mouse, Ant and Bug went for a walk. They came to the river. - Let's go bathing! - Frogling said and jumped into the water. - We cannot swim, - Chicken, Mouse, Ant and Bug said. - Ribbitee-hee! Ribbitee-hee! - Frogling bursted out laughing. - You're useless! - and he started nicker so hard that he nearly drowned. Chicken, Mouse, Ant and Bug got insulted. They began to think. They was thinking and thinking and thought up... Chicken went and got a leaf. Mouse brought the walnut shell. Ant dragged a straw. And Bug brought a rope. Then they began their work: they stuck a straw in the walnut shell, attached a leaf with a rope and built a boat! They pushed the boat into the water, boarded it and have sailed! Frogling stuck his head out of water for laughing a bit more, but the boat has sailed far away... Can't catch it! Кораблик Пошли гулять Лягушонок, Цыплёнок, Мышонок, Муравей и Жучок. Пришли на речку. - Давайте купаться! - сказал Лягушонок и прыгнул в воду. - Мы не умеем плавать, - сказали Цыплёнок, Мышонок, Муравей и Жучок. - Ква-ха-ха! Ква-ха-ха! - засмеялся Лягушонок. - Куда же вы годитесь! - И так стал хохотать - чуть было не захлебнулся. Обиделись Цыплёнок, Мышонок, Муравей и Жучок. Стали думать. Думали-думали и придумали. Пошёл Цыплёнок и принёс листочек. Мышонок - ореховую скорлупку. Муравей соломинку притащил. А Жучок - верёвочку. И пошла работа: в скорлупку соломинку воткнули, листок верёвочкой привязали - и построили кораблик! Столкнули кораблик в воду. Сели на него и поплыли! Лягушонок голову из воды высунул, хотел еще посмеяться, а кораблик уже далеко уплыл... И не догонишь!

Tales by Vladimir Suteev. Chicken and Duckling. I translated this little tale by myself. This is the second story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) The Duckling hatched from an egg. - I hatched! - he said. - Me too! - Chicken said. - I'm going for a walk, - Duckling said. - Me too, - Chicken said. - I'm digging a hole, - Duckling said. - Me too, - Chicken said. - I found an earthworm, - Duckling said. - Me too, - Chicken said. - I caught a butterfly, - Duckling said. - Me too, - Chicken said. - I'm not scared of frog, - Duckling said. - Me... me t-too, - Chicken mumbled. - I want to swim, - Duckling said. - Me too, - Chicken said. - I'm swimming, - Duckling said. - Me too! - Chicken screamed, - Help! - Hold on! - Duckling shouted. - Plop-plop-plop... - Chicken said. The Duckling pulled the Chicken. - I'm going swimming further, - Duckling said. - Well, I'm not, - Chicken said. Цыплёнок и Утёнок. Вылупился из яйца Утёнок. - Я вылупился! - сказал он. - Я тоже, - сказал Цыплёнок. - Я иду гулять, - сказал Утёнок. - Я тоже, - сказал Цыплёнок. - Я рою ямку, - сказал Утёнок. - Я тоже, - сказал Цыплёнок. - Я нашёл червяка, - сказал Утёнок. - Я тоже, - сказал Цыплёнок. - Я поймал бабочку, - сказал Утёнок. - Я тоже, - сказал Цыплёнок. - Я не боюсь лягушку, - сказал Утёнок. - Я то... тоже... - прошептал Цыплёнок. - Я хочу купаться, - сказал Утёнок. - Я тоже, - сказал Цыплёнок. - Я плаваю, - сказал Утёнок. - Я тоже! - крикнул Цыплёнок. - Спасите!.. - Держись! - крикнул Утёнок. - Буль-буль-буль... - сказал Цыплёнок. Вытащил Утёнок Цыплёнка. - Я иду ещё купаться, - сказал Утёнок. - А я - нет, - сказал Цыплёнок.

Tales by Vladimir Suteev. Three kittens I translated this little tale by myself. This is the first story from the storybook that I'm going to translate as a practice. Any corrections are very welcome :) Three kittens - black, grey and white - saw a mouse... and rushed after it! A mouse jumped into the jar of flour. The kittens followed it! A mouse run away. And from the jar crawled out three white kittens. Three white kittens saw a frog on the courtyard... and rushed after it! A frog jumped into the old samovar pipe. The kittens followed it! A frog jumped away. And from the pipe crawled out three black kittens. Three black kittens saw a fish in the pond... and rushed after it! A fish floated away. And from the water emerged three drenched kittens. Three drenched kittens went home. Along the way they dried off and became as they were: black, grey and white. Владимир Сутеев. Три котёнка. Три котёнка - чёрный, серый и белый - увидели мышь... и бросились за ней! Мышь прыгнула в банку с мукой. Котята - за ней! Мышь убежала. А из банки вылезли три белых котёнка. Три белых котёнка увидели на дворе лягушку... и бросились за ней! Лягушка прыгнула в старую самоварную трубу. Котята - за ней! Лягушка ускакала, а из трубы вылезли три чёрных котёнка. Три чёрных котёнка увидели в пруду рыбу и бросились за ней! Рыба уплыла... а из воды вынырнули три мокрых котёнка. Три мокрых котёнка пошли домой. По дороге они обсохли и стали как были: чёрный, серый и белый.

Mirrors... "While working on the book I read about locusts and thought a lot. Locust have two forms: settled and migratory. The ordinary locust - grasshopers - lives in its field. But in some generation it suddenly seems that it time to naff off. Then it has posterity for distant flights, and it's born already different - with different wings and a shape of a body.  A signal to give birth to migratory posterity is the number of locusts on the field. Locust determines it per eye - by a number of locust mugs. Therefore it's enough to place around locust several mirrors, and it decides it's time to naff off. It's scientifically proven fact.  You understand, right? The locust looks around and thinks: "F*ck, what a horrible asshole! Time to naff off of this country!" But around are just mirrors, mirrors, mirrors..." (c) Origin: "В процессе работы над книгой я читал про саранчу, много думал. Саранча имеет две формы: оседлая и перелетная. Обычная саранча «кобылка» живет себе на своем поле, но в каком-то поколении ей вдруг кажется, что пора валить. Тогда у нее рождается потомство для дальних перелетов — и оно рождается уже другое: с другими крыльями и формой тела. А сигналом рожать перелетное потомство является количество саранчи на поле. И определяет его саранча на глаз — по числу саранчиных рыл. Поэтому достаточно расставить вокруг саранчи кучку зеркал, как она решит, что пора сваливать. Научно доказанный факт. Вы понимаете, да? Саранча оглядывается и думает: «Бл*ть, какое ужасное м*дачье! Пора валить из этой страны!» А вокруг — зеркала, зеркала, зеркала…" Леонид Каганов