Story of the three little bears

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Goldilocks and the Three Bears

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Once upon a time, in a little house on the edge of the woods, a girl called Goldilocks lived with her parents. One morning, she woke up as the sun was streaming through her window; thinking it was time for school, she leapt out of bed.

Downstairs her mother was busy.

“It’s far too early for school. Don’t get under my feet. Why don’t you go out for a walk? You can pick me some blackberries to make a pie for dinner tonight,” she grumbled.

Goldilocks went skipping into the woods swinging a basket for the blackberries. Singing to herself, she went further and further into the woods.

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After a while, she began to feel hungry and a little tired. Across a clearing in the woods she suddenly saw a cottage.

“Perhaps I could get something to eat there and have a rest,” she thought.

She knocked on the door but there was no reply. Gently, she pushed the door and, to her surprise, it opened. Cautiously, she went in.

“Hello?” she called, but no one answered.

The door had opened into a kitchen. On the table she could see three bowls of porridge which smelled so delicious that it made her tummy rumble. The bowls were three different sizes: big, middle-sized and tiny. And by each bowl was a chair also big, middle-sized and tiny.

Goldilocks scrambled onto the biggest chair because it had the biggest bowl of porridge by it. She picked up a big spoon and tried the porridge.

“Ouch!” she cried.“This porridge is too hot!”

She moved onto the next chair and the next bowl. Picking up a middle-sized spoon she tried the porridge.

“Yuck!” she said, for it was very very cold.

Goldilocks moved onto the next chair and the smallest bowl. Picking up the smallest spoon, she tried the porridge. It was just right. So, very quickly, she ate it all up.

As she was finishing it, she began to hear a strange creaking sound and, just as she ate the last spoonful, the legs of the chair she was sitting on broke and she landed with a bump on the floor.

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After all the porridge and the bump, she suddenly felt very sleepy. So she went up the twisty stairs to see if she could find somewhere to lie down.

First of all, she found a great big bed. She climbed up onto it but, oh, it was too hard.

Then she found a middle-sized bed. She climbed into it but it was too soft, she felt as though she would disappear in it.

Then she found a teeny tiny bed. This felt just right so she climbed into it, pulled the covers over herself and was soon fast asleep.

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While she was sleeping, the owners of the cottage came back. They were three bears: Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear. They’d been for a walk in the woods before breakfast and now they were hungry.

“Hello, what’s this?” growled Daddy Bear, in his great big voice. “It looks as though someone’s been messing with my porridge and whoever it is has left muddy footprints on my chair.”

Mummy Bear came to look.

“You’re right, my dear,” she said in her soft, growly, middle-sized voice. “Someone’s been eating my porridge too and I’m sure the cushion on my chair has been sat on.”

Then Baby Bear began to cry.

“Someone’s been eating my porridge and they’ve eaten it all up and they’ve broken my chair as well!” he sobbed in his little, squeaky, teeny, middle-sized growl.

“Who could have done this? And where were they now?” they wondered.

They looked around the house and went upstairs.

“Well,” growled Daddy Bear, “someone’s been lying in my bed but they’re not there now.”

“Someone’s been in my bed too,” said Mummy Bear, “but I can’t see them.”

Then they heard a squeak from Baby Bear.

“Daddy! Mummy! Come quickly, there’s someone fast asleep in my bed!”

Daddy and Mummy Bear raced into his room and stood around the bed looking down at Goldilocks. She woke with a start and was frightened to see three bears all looking at her. 

Before they could say anything, she jumped out of bed, out of the window and ran away through the woods back to her home because she didn’t know that they were really gentle, friendly bears.

“Well I never,” growled Daddy Bear, scratching his head. “My grandfather told me people were strange. Fancy, eating all that porridge and then running away.”

Puzzled, the three bears went back to the kitchen where Daddy Bear mended Baby Bear's chair, while Mummy Bear made more porridge. And from that day to this, bears all over the world have always known that people are strange creatures who are not to be trusted with porridge.

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This is Goldilocks. She is called Goldilocks because of her sproingy locks of golden hair. Goldilocks is an expert at skipping. Usually Goldilocks likes to skip around the pond, but today she decided to skip through the forest. Along the path she noticed the cutest, coziest cottage she had ever seen. “I wonder who lives in such a cute, cozy cottage,” Goldilocks thought. Goldilocks skipped to the cottage for a closer look. She knocked on the door and was disappointed when no one answered. Then it hit her—the most wonderful smell she had ever smelled! “Porridge!” Goldilocks said dreamily as her stomach rumbled. “That smell is making me hungry! I don’t think anyone would mind if I went in for a quick taste.” She opened the door to the cottage. After all that skipping, Goldilocks was starving. Goldilocks went to the table, where she found three bowls of porridge. She tasted the first bowl. “Too sweet!” she said. Then she tasted the middle bowl. “Too cinnamony!” she said. Finally she tasted the last bowl. It was just right! “Wow! This is delicious porridge!” she said. After all that skipping and eating, Goldilocks wanted to sit down. Goldilocks looked around the cozy cottage and noticed three chairs. She sat in the first chair. “Too hard!” she said. Then she sat in the middle chair. “Too cushiony!” she said. Finally she sat in the last chair. It was just right! “This is the most comfortable chair ever!” she said. After all that skipping and eating and sitting, Goldilocks was feeling sleepy. She went into the next room and saw three beds. She flopped onto the first bed. “Too firm!” she said. Then she flopped onto the middle bed. “Too pillowy!” she said. Finally she flopped onto the last bed. It was just right! “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!” she said. Meanwhile, three bears came in the door. “That was a fine skip through the forest,” said the papa bear. “It’s good to be home,” said the mama bear. “I’m hungry!” said the little bear. The bears went over to the table, where they noticed something was different about their porridge. “Somebody’s been eating my porridge,” said the papa bear. “And somebody’s been eating my porridge,” said the mama bear. “Hey, my porridge is almost gone!” said the little bear. The bears ate what was left of their porridge and then went to sit down. They noticed something was different about their chairs. “Somebody’s been sitting in my chair,” said the papa bear. “And somebody’s been sitting in my chair,” said the mama bear. “Hey! My chair looks like a person!” said the little bear. After all that skipping and wondering about porridge and chairs, the bears were sleepy, and they headed to bed. They noticed something was different about their beds. “Somebody’s been flopping in my bed,” said the papa bear. “And somebody’s been flopping in my bed,” said the mama bear. “Hey! There’s a girl in my bed!” said the little bear. Goldilocks opened one eye, then the other. She saw three bears staring at her. “Hello,” said the little bear. “We’re the bears that live here.” “You are?” said Goldilocks, wide eyed. “Did you know that you have the best porridge, chair, and bed in the whole world?” “I think so too!” said the little bear. “You don’t mind that I tried them?” asked Goldilocks. “No, I don’t mind!” said the little bear. “Let’s play!” The little bear invited Goldilocks to stay, and they laughed and had pillow fights all morning long.

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Three Bears - Russian folk tale. Read online.

Three Bears is a fairy tale about a girl who got lost in the forest and ended up in the bears' house. There she behaved very rudely: without permission, she ate from every cup, sat on every chair, lay in every bed, which made the bears who returned home very angry. The tale is presented in the presentation of L.N. Tolstoy.

One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.

The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.

Three bears lived in this house. One bear was a father, his name was Mikhailo Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy. The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna. The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka.

The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.

There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, a very large one, was Mikhail Ivanovich's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovna's; the third, little blue cup, was Mishutkin. Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small.

The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took the middle spoon and drank from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and drank from a little blue cup; and Mishutkin's stew seemed to her the best.

The girl wants to sit down and sees three chairs by the table: one large one is for Mikhail Ivanovich; the other is smaller - Nastasya Petrovna, and the third, small, with a blue little pillow - Mishutkin.

She climbed onto a large chair and fell down; then she sat down on the middle chair, it was awkward on it; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed—it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.

The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room.

There were three beds: one big bed for Mikhail Ivanych; the other middle one is Nastasya Petrovna; the third small one is Mishenkina.

The girl lay down in the big bed, it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle - it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.

And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.

The big bear took the cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice:
- WHO DRINKED IN MY CUP?
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
— WHO DRINKED IN MY CUP?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
— WHO DRINKED IN MY CUP AND DRINKED EVERYTHING?

Mikhail Ivanovich looked at his chair and roared in a terrible voice:
"WHO SAT ON MY CHAIR AND PUSHED IT FROM THE PLACE?"
Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly:
— WHO SIT ON MY CHAIR AND PUSHED IT FROM THE PLACE?
Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked:
— WHO SIT ON MY CHAIR AND BROKEN IT?
Bears came to another room.
- WHO WAS IN MY BED AND CRASHED IT? roared Mikhail Ivanovitch in a terrible voice.
- WHO WAS IN MY BED AND CRASHED IT? growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly.

And Mishenka set up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice:
— WHO WAS IN MY BED?

And suddenly he saw a girl and squealed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it, hold it! Here she is! Ay-ya-yay! Hold on!
He wanted to bite her.

The girl opened her eyes, saw bears and rushed to the window. It was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.

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The Three Bears is an English folk tale. Tales of England

Once upon a time there were three bears. They all lived together in the forest, in their own house. One of them was a small, tiny baby bear, the other was a medium-sized bear, and the third was a big, hefty bear. Each had his own pot for oatmeal: the tiny little bear cub had a small pot, the average bear had a medium pot, the big, hefty bear had a huge pot. Each bear sat in its own chair: a tiny little baby bear in a small chair, a medium bear in a medium chair, and a big, hefty bear in a huge chair. And they each slept on their own bed: a tiny little baby bear on a small bed, a medium-sized bear on a medium bed, a big, hefty bear on a huge bed.
Once the bears cooked oatmeal for breakfast, put it in pots, and went for a walk in the forest: the porridge had to be cold; otherwise they would eat it hot, it would burn their whole mouth.
And while they were walking in the forest, a little old woman came up to the house. She was not very good, this old woman: first she looked through the window, then through the keyhole: she saw that there was no one in the house, and lifted the latch. The door was not locked. Yes, the bears never locked it up - they were kind bears: they themselves did not offend anyone and did not expect resentment for themselves.
Here the little old woman opened the door and entered. And how happy she was when she saw porridge on the table! If she were a good old woman, she would, of course, wait for the bears, and they would probably treat her to breakfast. After all, they were good bears, rude, though, like all bears, but good-natured and hospitable. But the old woman was not good, unscrupulous, and without asking she began to eat.
At first she tried porridge from a pot of a large, hefty bear, but the porridge seemed too hot to her, and the old woman said: “Rubbish!” Then she tasted porridge from the pot of the middle bear, but his porridge seemed to her to be completely cold, and the old woman again said: “Rubbish!” Then she set to work on the porridge of a tiny, tiny baby bear cub. This porridge turned out to be not hot, not cold, but just right, and the little old woman liked it so much that she began to gobble it up on both cheeks and cleaned the whole pot to the bottom. However, the nasty old woman called this porridge a bad word: the pot was too small, the old woman did not have enough porridge.
Then the old woman sat down in the chair of a big, hefty bear, but it seemed to her too hard. She moved into the chair of the middle bear, but it seemed to her too soft. Finally, she plopped down in the armchair of a tiny, tiny baby bear cub, and it seemed to her not hard, not soft, but just right. So she sat down in this armchair - she sat, she sat, until she pushed through the seats and - slap! - straight to the floor. The nasty old woman got up and called the armchair a swear word.
Then the old woman ran upstairs to the bedroom where all three bears were sleeping. At first she lay down on the bed of a big, hefty bear, but it seemed to her too high in her heads. Then she lay down on the bed of the middle bear, but this one seemed too high in her legs. Finally she lay down on the bed of a tiny, tiny baby bear cub, and the bed was not too high either in the head or in the legs, but just right. Here the old woman took refuge warmer and fell asleep soundly.
By that time, the bears decided that the porridge had already cooled down, and returned home for breakfast. A big, hefty bear looked at his pot, sees a spoon in porridge
: the old woman left it there. And the bear roared with his loud, rough, scary voice:
SOMEONE ate my porridge!
The average bear also looked at his pot, sees, and there is a spoon in his porridge.
The bears had wooden spoons - and if they were silver, the nasty old woman would certainly have pocketed them.
And the average bear said with his not loud, not quiet, but average voice:
SOMEONE ate my porridge!
And the little, tiny baby bear cub looked at his pot, sees - there is a spoon in the pot, and the porridge is gone. And he squeaked in a thin, thin, quiet voice:
Someone ate my porridge and ate it all!
Then the bears guessed that someone had climbed into their house and eaten all the porridge of a tiny, tiny baby bear cub. And they began to look for the thief in all corners. Here, a big, hefty bear noticed that a hard pillow lay crookedly in his armchair - the old woman moved it when she jumped up. And the big, hefty bear roared with his loud, rough, scary voice:0029 SOMEONE IS IN MY ARMCHAIR!
The old woman crushed the soft pillow of the average bear. And the middle bear said in his middle voice, not loud, not quiet, but in his middle voice:
SOMEONE SAT IN MY CHAIR!
And what the old woman did with the armchair, you already know. And the little, tiny baby bear cub squeaked with his thin, thin, quiet voice:
Someone was sitting in my chair and squeezed the seat!
We must look further, the bears decided and went upstairs to the bedroom. I saw a big, hefty bear that his pillow was out of place - her old woman had moved0029 zero,” and roared in his loud, rough, scary voice:
SOMEONE WAS SLEEPING ON MY BED!
The middle bear saw that his roller was out of place - it was the old woman who moved it - and said in his middle voice, not loud, not quiet, but:
SOMEONE WAS SLEEPING ON MY BED!
And the tiny little baby bear came up to his bed, saw: the cushion was in place, the pillow was also in place, and on the pillow was the ugly, grubby head of a little old woman, and she was by no means in the right place: there was no need for the nasty old woman to climb to the bears!
And the little, tiny baby bear cub squeaked with his thin, thin, quiet voice:
Someone was sleeping on my bed and is sleeping now!
The little old woman heard through her sleep the loud, rough, terrible voice of a big, hefty bear, but she slept so soundly that it seemed to her that it was the wind or thunder roaring.

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