Once upon a time there lived a nanny goat and her kids.
The nanny goat often had to go into the forest while her children remained at home.
Lock the door, no one is coming, and don't let anyone in, she said.
When the nanny goat came home, she tapped on the door and sang:
Dear little childrem, dear little babies,
Open the door, lift the latch,
Your mother has returned bringing milk.
The children heard their mother's voice and opened the door.
But a wolf also heard.
When the nanny goat left again, the wolf crept up to the little izba and sang in a gruff voice:
Dear little childrem, dear little babies,
Open the door, lift the latch,
Your mother has returned bringing milk.
Listen! Listen!
That is not our mother's voice! Our mother sings in a high voice!
The wolf hurried to the blacksmith in the village.
Blacksmith, Blacksmith,
Make me a high voice
Or I will eat you up!
The Blacksmith made a high voice for the wolf.
The wolf went back to the nanny goat's little izba,
He knocked on the door and sang:
Dear little childrem, dear little babies,
Open the door, lift the latch,
Your mother has returned bringing milk.
The little goats heard the high voice and opened the door.
The wolf leapt into the izba and grabbed all the little goats.
Only the very smallest goat had climbed into the stove,
and the wolf didn't find him.
The nanny goat returned home.
Mama, Mama, a grey wolf came,
He grabbed all of us,
I alone am remaining!
Oh woe is me! exclaimed the nanny goat.
The nanny goat went into the forest to find the wolf.
She saw him asleep under a bush.
She went toward the bush and screamed at him.
The wolf jumped up and ran away,
and the little goats came out safe and sound.
The goats went home,
and they began to live happily ever after.
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