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the stem of a bean plant.
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Origin of beanstalk
First recorded in 1790–1800; bean + stalk1
Words nearby beanstalk
bean pot, beanshooter, bean shot, bean sprout, bean sprouts, beanstalk, Bean Town, bean tree, bean weevil, bear, bearable
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Words related to beanstalk
angular, gangly, gaunt, rangy, scrawny, slender, spindly, slim, tenuous, big, great, lanky, soaring, towering, delicate, fragile, lean, meager, narrow, skinny
How to use beanstalk in a sentence
Mr. Tall” is sort of “Jack and the Beanstalk,” and that started to talk to “Jack and the Mad Dog.
Tony Earley's Imaginary Friends|Mindy Farabee|September 2, 2014|DAILY BEAST
Offhand, I can think of two Jacks—Jack of “Jack and the Beanstalk,” and Jack the Ripper, who cut quite a figure in his day.
Harvey Weinstein’s Battle With Warner Bros. Over ‘The Butler’: There's History|Marlow Stern|July 12, 2013|DAILY BEAST
And later, when the giant tries to climb after Jack, the beanstalk has to be chopped down pronto.
Only Six Books: Excerpt From Jeanette Winterson’s New Memoir|Jeanette Winterson|March 7, 2012|DAILY BEAST
Among its whispering branches I found lands as wonderful as Jack climbed to on his beanstalk.
The Red Cow and Her Friends|Peter McArthur
Jack and the Beanstalk is the eleventh of the series, and the best.
Punch, or the London Charivari Volume 98, January 4, 1890|Various
The body of the southern god is blue; so is the beanstalk beside him, in the southwest.
The Mountain Chant, A Navajo Ceremony|Washington Matthews
Knowing the world, and knowing the upper or Beanstalk world intimately, she winked at nature's passions.
Lord Ormont and his Aminta, Complete|George Meredith
He was half-way down when Jack took his hatchet and cut the beanstalk down, close to its roots.
The Book of Fables and Folk Stories|Horace E. Scudder
British Dictionary definitions for beanstalk
beanstalk
/ (ˈbiːnˌstɔːk) /
noun
the stem of a bean plant
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The story of the boy Jack. A tale about a poor widow's son, Jack, who traded his family's only breadwinner, a cow, for magic beans. With the help of them and their ingenuity, Jack and his mother got rich.
Once upon a time there lived a poor widow. She had an only son named Jack and a cow named Belyanka. The cow gave milk every morning, and the mother and son sold it in the bazaar - this is how they lived. But suddenly Belyanka stopped milking, and they simply did not know what to do. nine0003
— How can we be? What to do? the mother repeated in despair.
— Cheer up, mother! Jack said. - I'll get someone to work with.
— Yes, you already tried to get hired, but no one hires you, — answered the mother. “No, apparently, we will have to sell our Belyanka and open a shop with this money.
“Well, okay, Mom,” Jack agreed. - Today is just a market day, and I will quickly sell Belyanka. And then we'll decide what to do.
And Jack took the cow to the market.
But he did not have time to go far when he met a funny, funny old man, and he said to him:0003
- Good morning, Jack!
— Good morning to you too! - Jack answered, and was surprised to himself: how does the old man know his name.
— Well, Jack, where are you going? asked the old man.
- To the market, to sell a cow.
— Yes, yes! Who should trade cows if not you! the old man laughed. “Tell me, how many beans do I have?”
- Exactly two in each hand and one in your mouth! - answered Jack, apparently, not a small mistake.
- That's right! said the old man. “Look, here are those beans!” And the old man showed Jack some strange beans. “Since you’re so smart,” the old man continued, “I’m not averse to trading with you—I’m giving these beans for your cow!” nine0003
— Go on your way! Jack got angry. “That would be better!”
"Uh, you don't know what beans are," said the old man. “Plant them in the evening, and by morning they will grow to the sky.
— Yes, well? Truth? Jack was surprised.
- The real truth! And if not, take your cow back.
- Coming! - Jack agreed, gave the old man Belyanka, and put the beans in his pocket.
Jack turned back home, and since he did not have time to go far from home, it was not dark yet, and he was already at his door. nine0003
- Are you back yet, Jack? mother was surprised. - I see Belyanka is not with you, so you sold her? How much did they give you for it?
— You'll never guess, Mom! Jack answered.
— Yes, well? Oh my good! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? Well, twenty something will not give!
- I said - you can't guess! What can you say about these beans? They are magical. Plant them in the evening and...
— What?! cried Jack's mother. “Are you really such a simpleton that you gave my Belyanka, the most milking cow in the whole area, for a handful of some bad beans?” It is for you! It is for you! It is for you! And your precious beans will fly out the window.
So that! Now live to sleep! And don’t ask for food, you won’t get it anyway - not a piece, not a sip! nine0003
And then Jack went up to his attic, to his little room, sad, very sad: he angered his mother, and he himself was left without supper. Finally, he did fall asleep.
And when he woke up, the room seemed very strange to him. The sun illuminated only one corner, and everything around remained dark, dark. Jack jumped out of bed, dressed and went to the window. And what did he see? What a strange tree! And these are his beans, which his mother threw out of the window into the garden the day before, sprouted and turned into a huge bean tree. It stretched all the way up, up and up to the sky. It turns out that the old man was telling the truth! nine0003
The beanstalk grew just outside Jack's window and went up like a real staircase. So Jack had only to open the window and jump onto the tree. And so he did. Jack climbed the beanstalk and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed until he finally reached the sky.
There he saw a long and wide road, as straight as an arrow. I went along this road and kept walking and walking and walking until I came to a huge, huge tall house. And at the threshold of this house stood a huge, enormous, tall woman. nine0003
— Good morning, ma'am! Jack said very politely. “Be so kind as to give me breakfast, please!”
After all, the day before Jack had been left without supper, you know, and now he was as hungry as a wolf.
— Would you like to have breakfast? - said a huge, enormous, tall woman. “You yourself will get another for breakfast if you don’t get out of here!” My husband is a giant and a cannibal, and he loves nothing more than boys fried in breadcrumbs.
— Oh, madame, I beg you, give me something to eat! Jack didn't hesitate. “I haven’t had a crumb in my mouth since yesterday morning. And it doesn't matter if they fry me or I'll die of hunger. nine0003
Well, the ogre's wife was not a bad woman after all. So she took Jack to the kitchen and gave him a piece of bread and cheese and a jug of fresh milk.
But before Jack had time to finish with half of all this, when suddenly - top! Top! Top! - the whole house even shook from someone's steps.
- Oh my God! Yes, that's my old man! gasped the giantess. - What to do? Hurry, hurry, jump over here!
And just as she pushed Jack into the oven, the ogre himself entered the house.
Well, he was really great! Three calves dangled from his belt. He untied them, threw them on the table and said:
— Come on, wife, fry me a couple for breakfast! Wow! What does it smell like?
Fi-fi-fo-foot,
I smell the spirit of the British here.
Whether he is dead or alive,
Will go to my breakfast.
— What are you, hubby! his wife told him. - You've got it. Or maybe it smells like that lamb that you liked so much yesterday at dinner. Come on, wash your face and change, and in the meantime I will prepare breakfast. nine0003
The ogre came out and Jack was about to get out of the oven and run away, but the woman wouldn't let him.
“Wait until he falls asleep,” she said. He always likes to take a nap after breakfast.
And so the giant had breakfast, then went to a huge chest, took out two sacks of gold from it and sat down to count the coins. He counted and counted, finally began to nod off and began to snore so that the whole house began to shake again.
Then Jack slowly got out of the oven, tiptoed past the sleeping ogre, grabbed one bag of gold and God bless! — straight to the beanstalk. He dropped the bag down into his garden, and he began to descend the stem, lower and lower, until at last he found himself at home. nine0003
Jack told his mother about everything, showed her a bag of gold and said:
— Well, Mom, did I tell the truth about these beans? You see, they are really magical!
“I don’t know what these beans are,” answered the mother, “but as for the cannibal, I think it’s the one who killed your father and ruined us!”
And I must tell you that when Jack was only three months old, a terrible ogre appeared in their area.
He grabbed anyone, but especially did not spare the kind and generous people. And Jack's father, although he was not rich himself, always helped the poor and the losers. nine0003
“Oh, Jack,” the mother finished, “to think that the cannibal could eat you too!” Don't you dare climb that stem ever again!
Jack promised, and they lived with their mother in full contentment with the money that was in the bag.
But in the end the bag was empty, and Jack, forgetting his promise, decided to try his luck at the top of the beanstalk one more time. One fine morning he got up early and climbed the beanstalk. He climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, until he finally found himself on a familiar road and reached along it to a huge, enormous tall house. Like last time, a huge, enormous, tall woman was standing at the threshold. nine0003
“Good morning, ma'am,” Jack told her as if nothing had happened. “Be so kind as to give me something to eat, please!”
- Get out of here, little boy! the giantess replied.
“Or my husband will eat you at breakfast.” Uh, no, wait a minute, aren't you the youngster who came here recently? You know, on that very day my husband missed one sack of gold.
— These are miracles, ma'am! Jack says. “It’s true, I could tell you something about it, but I’m so hungry that until I eat at least a piece, I won’t be able to utter a word. nine0003
The giantess was so curious that she let Jack into the house and gave him something to eat. And Jack deliberately began to chew slowly, slowly. But suddenly - top! Top! Top! they heard the steps of the giant, and the kind woman again hid Jack in the furnace.
Everything happened just like last time. The ogre came in and said: “Fi-fi-fo-foot…” and so on, had breakfast with three roasted bulls, and then ordered his wife:
- Wife, bring me a chicken - the one that lays the golden eggs!
The giantess brought it, and he said to the hen: “Come on!” And the hen laid a golden egg. Then the cannibal began to nod and began to snore so that the whole house shook.
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Then Jack slowly got out of the oven, grabbed the golden hen and was out the door in no time. But then the hen cackled and woke up the ogre. And just as Jack was running out of the house, he heard the giant's voice behind him:
— Wife, leave the golden hen alone! And the wife answered:
- Why are you, my dear!
That's all Jack could hear. He rushed with all his might to the beanstalk and almost flew down it.
Jack returned home, showed his mother the miracle chicken and shouted: "Go!" And the hen laid a golden egg. nine0003
Since then, every time Jack told her, "Rush!" The hen laid a golden egg.
Mother scolded Jack for disobeying her and going to the cannibal again, but she still liked the chicken.
And Jack, a restless guy, after a while decided to try his luck again at the top of the beanstalk. One fine morning he got up early and climbed the beanstalk.
He climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed until he reached the very top.
True, this time he acted more carefully and did not go straight to the cannibal's house, but crept up slowly and hid in the bushes. I waited until the giantess came out with a bucket for water, and darted into the house! I climbed into the copper cauldron and waited. He didn’t wait long, suddenly he hears the familiar “top! Top! Top!", and now the ogre and his wife enter the room. nine0003
- Fi-fi-fo-foot, I smell the spirit of the British here! shouted the cannibal. “I can smell it, wife!”
— Can you really hear it, hubby? says the giantess. “Well, then, this is the tomboy who stole your gold and the goose with golden eggs. He's probably in the oven.
And both rushed to the stove. Good thing Jack wasn't hiding there!
- Always you with your fi-fi-fo-foot! grumbled the ogre's wife, and began preparing breakfast for her husband.
The ogre sat down at the table, but still could not calm down and kept mumbling:
— Still, I can swear that… — He jumped up from the table, rummaged through the pantry, and chests, and sideboards…
He searched all the corners, only he didn’t guess to look into the copper cauldron.
Finally finished breakfast and shouted:
- Hey, wife, bring me a golden harp! The wife brought the harp and put it on the table.
- Sing! the giant ordered the harp.
And the golden harp sang so well that you will hear it! And she sang and sang until the ogre fell asleep and snored like thunder. nine0003
It was then that Jack lightly lifted the lid of the cauldron. He got out of it quietly, quietly, like a mouse, and crawled on all fours to the very table. He climbed onto the table, grabbed the harp, and rushed to the door.
But the harp called loudly:
— Master! Master!
The ogre woke up and immediately saw Jack running away with his harp.
Jack ran headlong, and the giant followed him. It cost him nothing to catch Jack, but Jack was the first to run, and therefore he managed to dodge the giant. And besides, he knew the road well. When he reached the bean tree, the ogre was only twenty paces away. And suddenly Jack was gone. Cannibal here, there - no Jack! Finally, he thought to look at the beanstalk and sees: Jack is trying with his last strength, crawling down.
The giant was afraid to go down the shaky stalk, but then the harp called again:0003
- Master! Master!
And the giant just hung on the beanstalk, and the beanstalk trembled all under its weight.
Jack descends lower and lower, and the giant follows him. But now Jack is right above the house. Then he screams:
- Mom! Mother! Bring the ax! Bring the ax!
Mother ran out with an ax in her hands, rushed to the beanstalk, and froze in horror: huge legs of a giant stuck out of the clouds.
But then Jack jumped down to the ground, grabbed an ax and hacked at the beanstalk so hard that he almost cut it in half. nine0003
The ogre felt the stalk swaying and shaking and stopped to see what had happened. Here Jack strikes with an ax again and completely cuts the beanstalk. The stalk swayed and collapsed, and the ogre fell to the ground and twisted his neck.
Jack gave his mother a golden harp, and they began to live without grieve. And they did not remember about the giant.
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Jack and the Beanstalk. Read online.
Once upon a time there lived a poor widow, and she had only one son, Jack, and a cow Belyanka. The cow gave milk every morning, and the mother and son sold it in the bazaar - this is how they lived. But one time Belyanka did not give milk, and they simply did not know what to do.
— How can we be? How to be? said the mother, wringing her hands.
— Cheer up, mother! Jack said. - I'll get someone to work with. nine0003
“You already tried to get hired, but no one hires you,” answered the mother. “No, apparently, we’ll have to sell our Belyanka and open a shop with the proceeds or do some other business.
“Well, okay, Mom,” Jack agreed. - Today is just a market day, and I will quickly sell Belyanka. And then we'll decide what to do.
And so Jack took the reins in his hands and led the cow to the market.
But he did not have time to go far, as he met with some wonderful old man.
- Good morning, Jack! said the old man.
— Good morning to you too! - answered Jack, and he himself is surprised: how does the old man know his name?
— Well, Jack, where are you going? asked the old man.
- To the market, to sell a cow.
— Yes, yes! Who should trade cows if not you! the old man laughed. “Tell me, how many beans does it take to make five?”
- Exactly two in each hand and one in your mouth! - answered Jack: he was not a small mistake. nine0003
- That's right! said the old man. “Look, here they are, those same beans!” - and the old man pulled out a handful of some outlandish beans from his pocket. “And since you’re so smart,” the old man continued, “I’m not averse to swapping with you—beans for you, a cow for me!”
- Go on your way! Jack got angry. - That would be better!
"Uh, you don't know what beans are," said the old man. “Plant them in the evening, and by morning they will grow to the sky.
— Yes, well? Truth? Jack was surprised. nine0003
- The real truth! And if not, take your cow back.
- Okay! - Jack agreed: he gave the old man Belyanka, and put the beans in his pocket.
Jack turned back and came home early - it was not yet dark.
- How! Are you back yet, Jack? mother was surprised. - I see Belyanka is not with you, so you sold her? How much did they give you for it?
- You'll never guess, mom! Jack replied.
— Yes, well? Oh my good! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? Well, twenty something would not give! nine0003
- I said - you can't guess! What can you say about these beans? They are magical. Plant them in the evening and...
— What?! cried Jack's mother. “Are you really such a fool, such a fool, such an ass, that you gave away my Belyanka, the most dairy cow in the whole area, and besides, smooth, well-fed, for a handful of some bad beans?” It is for you! It is for you! It is for you! And your precious beans - get them out the window! .
. Well, now you can sleep well! And don't ask for food - you still won't get a sip or a piece! nine0003
And then Jack went up to his attic, to his little room, sad, very sad: he felt sorry for his mother, and he himself was left without supper.
Finally he did fall asleep.
And when I woke up, I barely recognized my room. The sun illuminated only one corner, and around it was dark, dark.
Jack jumped out of bed, got dressed and went to the window. And what did he see? Yes, something like a big tree. And it's his beans that sprouted. In the evening, Jack's mother threw them out of the window into the garden, they sprouted, and the huge stalk stretched and stretched up and up until it grew to the very sky. It turns out that the old man spoke the truth! nine0003
The beanstalk grew right next to Jack's window. Here Jack opened the window, jumped on the stalk and climbed up as if on a ladder. And he kept climbing, and climbing, and climbing, and climbing, and climbing, and climbing, until, finally, he reached the very sky.
There he saw a long and wide road, as straight as an arrow. I went along this road, and kept walking, and walking, and walking, until I came to a huge, huge tall house. And at the threshold of this house stood a huge, enormous, tall woman.
— Good morning, ma'am! Jack said very politely. “Be so kind as to give me something to eat, please!” nine0003
After all, Jack went to bed without supper and was now hungry as a wolf.
— Would you like to have breakfast? - said a huge, enormous, tall woman. “You yourself will get another for breakfast if you don’t get out of here!” My husband is a cannibal, and his favorite food is boys fried in breadcrumbs. You'd better leave while you're safe, otherwise he'll be back soon.
— Oh, madame, I beg you, give me something to eat! Jack didn't hesitate. “I haven’t had a crumb in my mouth since yesterday morning. I speak the true truth. And does it matter if they fry me or I will die of hunger? nine0003
I must say that the cannibal was a good woman.
She took Jack into the kitchen and gave him a piece of bread and cheese and a pitcher of milk. But before Jack had time to eat even half of breakfast, when suddenly - top! top! top! The whole house shook from someone's footsteps.
- Oh my God! Yes, that's my old man! gasped the cannibal. - What to do? Quickly jump here!
And just as she pushed Jack into the furnace, the ogre himself entered.
Well, he was great - a mountain-mountain! Three calves were dangling from his belt, tied by the legs. The cannibal untied them, threw them on the table and said:
— Come on, wife, fry me a couple for breakfast! Wow! What does it smell like here?
Fi-fi-fo-fam,
I smell the spirit of the British there.
Whether he is dead or alive,
He will be included in my breakfast.
— What are you, hubby? his wife told him. - You've got it. Or maybe it still smells like that little boy that we had yesterday for dinner - remember, he came to your taste.
Come on, wash your face and change, and in the meantime I will prepare breakfast.
The ogre came out, and Jack was about to get out of the oven and run away, but the ogre did not let him in. nine0003
“Wait until he falls asleep,” she said. After breakfast he always goes to sleep.
And so the ogre had breakfast, then went up to a huge chest, took out two sacks of gold and sat down to count the coins. He counted, counted, finally began to nod off and began to snore, so much so that again the whole house began to shake.
Then Jack slowly got out of the furnace, tiptoed past the ogre, grabbed one bag of gold and God bless! rushed to the beanstalk. He threw the bag down, right into the garden, and he himself began to go down the stem, lower and lower, until, at last, he found himself at his house. nine0003
Jack told his mother about everything that happened to him, handed her a bag of gold and said:
— Well, Mom, did I tell the truth about my beans? You see, they are really magical!
And so Jack and his mother began to live on the money that was in the bag.
But in the end, the bag was empty, and Jack decided to try his luck at the top of the beanstalk one more time. One fine morning he got up early and climbed the beanstalk and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, and climbed, until finally he found himself on a familiar road and reached along it to a huge, enormous tall at home. Like last time, a huge, enormous, tall woman was standing at the threshold. nine0003
“Good morning, ma'am,” Jack told her as if nothing had happened. “Be so kind as to give me something to eat, please!”
- Get out of here, little boy! the giantess replied. “Or my husband will eat you at breakfast.” Uh, no, wait a minute - aren't you the same boy that came here recently? You know, on that very day my husband lost a bag of gold.
— These are miracles, ma'am! Jack says. “I could really say something about this, but I’m so hungry that until I eat at least a piece, I won’t be able to utter a word. nine0003
The giantess was so curious that she let Jack in and gave him something to eat.
And Jack deliberately began to chew as slowly as possible. But suddenly - top! top! top! - the steps of the giant were heard, and the giantess again hid Jack in the furnace.
Then everything was the same as last time: the ogre came in, said: "Fi-fi-fo-fam..." and so on, had breakfast with three fried bulls, and then ordered his wife:
— Wife, bring me a chicken - the one that lays the golden eggs!
The giantess brought it, and the ogre said to the hen: "Rush!" And she laid a golden egg. Then the cannibal began to nod and began to snore so that the whole house shook. nine0003
Then Jack slowly got out of the oven, grabbed the golden hen and fled in an instant. But then the hen cackled and woke up the ogre. And just as Jack was running out of the house, the giant's voice was heard:
- Wife, hey, wife, don't touch my golden hen!
And his wife answered him:
— What did it seem to you, hubby?
That was all Jack heard. He rushed with all his might to the beanstalk and almost flew down it.
Jack returned home, showed his mother the miracle chicken and shouted:
- Run!
And the goose laid a golden egg. Since then, every time Jack told her to “go!”, the hen laid a golden egg.
That's it. But this was not enough for Jack, and soon he again decided to try his luck at the top of the beanstalk. One fine morning he got up early and climbed the beanstalk and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed until he reached the very top. True, this time he was careful not to immediately enter the cannibals' house, but crept up to him slowly and hid in the bushes. He waited until the giantess went with a bucket for water, and - sniffed into the house! Climbed into the copper cauldron and waits. He did not wait long; suddenly hears the familiar “top! top! top!” And now the ogre and his wife enter the room. nine0003
- Fee-fi-fo-fam, I smell the spirit of the British there! shouted the cannibal. “I can smell it, wife!”
— Can you really hear it, hubby? says the giantess.
- Well, if this is the tomboy who stole your gold and the chicken with golden eggs, he certainly is sitting in the stove!
And both rushed to the stove. Good thing Jack didn't hide in it!
- Always you with your "fi-fi-fo-fam!" - said the cannibal. - Yes, it smells like the boy you caught yesterday. I just fried it for you for breakfast. Well, I have a memory! Yes, and you are good too - for so many years you have not learned to distinguish a living spirit from a dead one! nine0003
Finally the ogre sat down at the table to have breakfast. But every now and then he muttered:
“Yes, but still I can swear that ...” and getting up from the table, he searched the pantry, and chests, and supplies ... He searched all the corners and nooks and crannies , only I didn’t think to look into the copper boiler.
But then the ogre had breakfast and shouted:
— Wife, wife, bring me my golden harp! The wife brought the harp and placed it on the table in front of him.
- Sing! the giant ordered the harp.
And the golden harp sang so well that you will listen! And she sang and sang until the ogre fell asleep and began to snore: and he snored so loudly that it seemed like thunder was rumbling.
Here Jack lightly lifted the lid of the boiler. He got out of it quietly, quietly, like a mouse, and crawled on all fours to the very table. He climbed onto the table, grabbed the golden harp, and rushed to the door.
But the harp called loudly:
— Master! Master!
The ogre woke up and saw Jack running away with his harp. nine0003
Jack ran headlong, and the ogre followed him and, of course, would have caught him, but Jack was the first to rush to the door; besides, he knew the road well. Here he jumped on the beanstalk, and the cannibal catches up. But suddenly Jack disappeared somewhere. The cannibal ran to the end of the road, sees Jack already below - from the last strength in a hurry. The giant was afraid to step on a shaky stalk, stopped, stands, and Jack went down even lower.
