Истории про животных. English through reading. Валерий Ларченко
нектар тебе, то наши дети останутся голодными.
– А, – разозлился тут медведь, – тогда, я приду, и весь мед у вас отберу! Вон, я, какой большой и сильный. А вы – крошечные. Что вы мне сделать сможете?
Ничего не сказала пчелка Жужа, Лишь, зажужжала сердито и к себе в улей полетела.
Весь день пчелка Жужа и ее подруги летали, собирали цветочный нектар. Полные соты меда получились.
А тут, и медведь заявился усталый голодный и злой.
– Отдавайте пчелы мой мед! – Ревет Косая Лапа.
Удивились пчелы. – Разве, это твой мед? Разве, ты на луг летал? Разве, ты нектар с цветов собирал? Разве, ты из этого нектара мед делал?
– Нет, медведь, не отдадим мы, тебе, мед!
– Ах, не отдадите?! – Ревет Косая Лапа.– Ну, тогда я его у вас отберу. И ульи ваши все переверну, разрушу.
И, медведь поковылял прямо к пчелиным ульям.
Зажужжали пчелы рассерженно. Стали в рой собираться. А потом, как набросятся на медведя! И давай его со всех сторон жалить.
Крутился мишка, вертелся, пытался от пчел отбиваться. Лапами когтистыми махал, да все бесполезно. Ни одной пчелы не сумел зацепить. А у самого медведя, уже, и нос весь распух и глаза заплыли, только узкие щелочки остались. А все, никак к улью подобраться не может.
Наконец, не выдержал Косая Лапа пчелиных укусов. Повернулся, и, что есть духу, стал улепетывать прочь от улья. Только, подошвы медвежьих лап сверкают.
А пчелы летят следом и жалят мишку в эти, самые, подошвы.
А потом, пчелки вернулись обратно домой, в улей.
Надо маленьких пчелок накормить сладким медом, спать уложить в кроватки и спеть им колыбельную.
А медведю поделом! На чужой каравай рот не разевай!
HOW BEES PUNISHED AN EVIL AND GREEDY BEAR
Once, a bear, Clumsy Paw, walked through a forest, hungry, seeking for some food to eat. Suddenly, he saw a bee Buzzy, flying towards him.
– Hello, bear, Clumsy Paw!
– Hello you, too, little Bee Buzzy! Where do you fly to?
– I’m flying to the far meadow. The red, sweet, clover bloomed in there.
– May I go with you, to taste the sweet, red, clover?
– Of course! Let’s go! The meadow is big and there is enough clover for everyone.
Bee Buzzy flew forward and bear Clumsy Paw hobbled after her.
They came to the meadow. And there is clover, like a red carpet!
The bee began to fly from flower to flower, collecting sweet nectar. But, the bear grabbed several flowers with his paw, chewed it, and spat it out.
– Is this enough to satisfy hunger?
By this time Buzzy is going to fly back, already, with full buckets of flower nectar.
– Give me one bucket. I want to taste. – Clumsy Paw begs.
– No, bear! – Little bee says to him. – I cannot give you this nectar. These buckets I will carry to the hive. And from this nectar we shall make sweet fragrant honey and feed our babies. And if I give nectar to you, then our children will remain hungry.
– Oh, – bear got angry here, – then I will come, and take away all your honey!
– See, how big and strong I am. And you are tiny. What can you do to me? Bee Buzzy didn’t say anything. She just buzzed angrily and flew to her beehive.
All day long little bee Buzzy and her girl-friends had been flying around, collecting the flower nectar. Full honeycombs turned out.
And then the bear came out of the forest tired, hungry and angry.
– Bees, give me my honey! – Bear roars.
Bees were surprised
– Is this your honey? Did you fly to the meadow? Did you collect nectar from flowers? Did you make honey from this nectar?
– No, bear, we shall not give you any honey!
– Ah, don’t you give it to me? – Clumsy Paw roars louder.
– Well, I’ll take it from you, then. And I will turn your hives upside down.
And bear hobbled to the beehives.
Bees grew very angry. They began to gather in a swarm. And then they pounced on the bear. And they began to sting him from all sides.
The bear spanned, spanned, trying to fight off the bees. Waved his clawed paws, but everything was useless. Not a single bee he was able to hook. And the bear himself already had his nose swollen and his eyes were swollen; only narrow slits remained. But still the bear could not get to the hive. Finally, Clumsy Foot was not able to withstand the bees’ stings. He turned back and began to run away, trying to escape from the bees. Only his hairless soles flashed through the woods.
And bees flew after bear and stung him in these very soles.
And then bees went back home to the hive. It is