The old woman went off and scraped round the flour-tin and swept the bottom of the corn-bin and she got a couple of handfuls of flour.
She mixed the floor with sour cream and shaped it into a Ginger Bread(kolobok) – a kind of little round bun. Then she baked it in the oven and left it on the windowsill to cool.
The Ginger Bread lay there for a good while then suddenly it got up and rolled. It rolled from the sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, across the floor to the door. It hopped over the threshold and into the hall. From the hall it rolled onto the porch, from the porch into the garden and from the garden out through the gate. Further and further it went…
The Ginger Bread rolled down the road until it met a Rabbit.
“What a fine song. But, you know I am rather hard of hearing, Kolobok, be so kind as to sit on my nose and sing your song again, a little louder.”
The Kolobok hopped onto the Fox’s nose and sang the song again a little louder.
But the fox said:
“Kolobok, be so kind as to sit on my tongue and sing your song just one more time.”
The Kolobok hopped onto the Fox’s tongue and – snap! – The Fox gobbled it up.