Full translation of the fairy tale Jack and the Beanstalk. Jack and the Beanstalk. Excerpt describing Jack and the Beanstalk

Once upon a time there lived a poor widow. She had an only son named Jack and a cow nicknamed Belyanka. The cow gave milk every morning, and the mother and son sold it at the market - that’s what they lived on. But suddenly Belyanka stopped milking, and they simply didn’t know what to do.

What should we do? What to do? - the mother repeated in despair.

Don't be sad, mom! - said Jack. - I'll hire someone to work for me.

“You’ve already tried to get hired, but no one will hire you,” the mother answered. - No, apparently we’ll have to sell our Belyanka and open a shop with this money.

“Well, okay, mom,” Jack agreed. - Today is 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 didn’t have time to go far when he met a funny, funny old man, and he said to him:

Good morning, Jack!

Good morning to you too! - Jack answered, but he was surprised to himself: how did the old man know his name.

Well, Jack, where are you going? - asked the old man.

To the market to sell a cow.

So-so! 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! - Jack answered, apparently the guy was no slouch.

Right! - said the old man. - Look, here are these beans! - And the old man showed Jack some strange beans. “Since you’re so smart,” the old man continued, “I wouldn’t mind trading with you—I’ll give these beans for your cow!”

Go your own way! - Jack got angry. - It will be better that way!

“Uh, you don’t know what kind of beans these are,” said the old man. - Plant them in the evening, and by morning they will grow to the very sky.

Yah? Is it true? - Jack was surprised.

The real truth! And if not, you take your cow back.

It's coming! - Jack agreed, gave Belyanka to the old man, and put the beans in his pocket.

Jack turned back home, and since he did not have time to go far from the house, it had not yet gotten dark, and he was already at his door.

How are you back already, Jack? - the mother was surprised. - I see Belyanka is not with you, does that mean you sold her? How much did they give you for it?

You'll never guess, mom! - answered Jack.

Yah? Oh my goodness! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? Well, they won’t give you twenty!

I told you - you won’t guess! What can you say about these beans? They are magical. Plant them in the evening and...

What?! - Jack's mother cried. “Did you really turn out to be such a simpleton that you gave up my Belyanka, the most productive 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 you can sleep quickly! And don’t ask for food, you won’t get it anyway - not a bite, not a sip!

And so Jack went up to his attic, to his little room, sad, very sad: he made his mother angry, and he himself was left without dinner. Finally he fell 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, got 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 up, up and up, all the way to the sky. It turns out that the old man was telling the truth!

The beanstalk grew just outside Jack's window and climbed up like a real staircase. So Jack could only open the window and jump onto the tree. So he did. Jack climbed up the beanstalk and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed until he finally reached the sky. There he saw a long and wide road, straight as an arrow. I walked along this road and walked and walked and walked until I came to a huge, huge, tall house. And at the threshold of this house stood a huge, huge, tall woman.

Good morning, madam! - Jack said very politely. - Be so kind as to give me breakfast, please!

After all, the day before Jack was left without dinner, you know, and was now hungry as a wolf.

Would you like to have breakfast? - said a huge, huge, tall woman. - Yes, you yourself will end up with others for breakfast if you don’t get out of here! My husband is a giant and an ogre, and he loves nothing in the world more than boys fried in breadcrumbs.

Oh, madam, I beg you, give me something to eat! - Jack did not let up. “I haven’t had a crumb in my mouth since yesterday morning.” And does it matter whether they roast me or I die of hunger?

Well, the cannibal's wife was not a bad woman after all. So she took Jack to the kitchen and gave him a piece of bread with cheese and a jug of fresh milk. But before Jack had time to finish half of it all, suddenly - top! Top! Top! - the whole house even shook from someone’s steps.

Oh my God! Yes, this is my old man! - the giantess gasped. - What to do? Hurry, hurry, jump here!

And as soon as she managed to push Jack into the oven, the cannibal giant himself entered the house.

Well, he really was 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 can smell the British spirit here.
Whether he's dead or alive,
It will be for my breakfast.

What are you doing, hubby! - his wife told him. - You imagined it. Or maybe it smells like that lamb that you liked so much at dinner yesterday. Better go wash up and change clothes, and in the meantime I’ll prepare breakfast.

The ogre came out, and Jack was about to crawl out of the oven and run away, but the woman did not 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 bags of gold from it and sat down to count the coins. He counted and counted, and finally began to nod off and started snoring so much that the whole house began to shake again.

Then Jack slowly crawled out of the oven, tiptoed past the sleeping cannibal, grabbed one bag of gold and, God bless his feet! - straight to the beanstalk. He threw the bag down into his garden, and he began to climb down the stem, lower and lower, until he finally found himself at home.

Jack told his mother everything, showed her the bag of gold and said:

Well, mom, was I telling the truth about these beans? See, they really are magical!

I don’t know what these beans are,” answered the mother, “but as for the cannibal, I think this is the same one that killed your father and ruined us!”

And I must tell you that when Jack was only three months old, a terrible cannibal giant appeared in their area. He grabbed anyone, but especially did not spare kind and generous people. And Jack's father, although he was not rich himself, always helped the poor and losers.

“Oh, Jack,” the mother finished, “to think that the cannibal could eat you too!” Don't you dare ever climb that stem again!

Jack promised, and he and his mother lived in complete 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 once again at the top of the beanstalk. So 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 a huge, huge, tall house along it. Just like last time, a huge, huge, tall woman stood at the threshold.

“Good morning, madam,” Jack told her as if nothing had happened. - Be so kind as to give me something to eat, please!

Get out of here quickly, little boy! - answered the giantess. - Otherwise my husband will eat you for breakfast. Eh, no, wait a minute, aren’t you the same young man who came here recently? You know, on that very day my husband was missing one bag of gold.

These are miracles, madam! - says Jack. - True, I could tell you something about this, but I’m so hungry that until I eat at least a bite, I won’t be able to utter a word.

Then 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 and slowly. But suddenly - top! Top! Top! - they heard the giant’s steps, and the kind woman again hid Jack in the oven.

Everything happened the same as last time. The cannibal came in and said: “Fi-fi-fo-fut...” and so on, had breakfast with three roasted bulls, and then ordered his wife:

Wife, bring me the chicken - the one that lays golden eggs!

The giantess brought it, and he said to the chicken: “Hurry!” - and the chicken laid a golden egg. Then the cannibal began to nod off and began to snore so that the whole house shook.

Then Jack slowly crawled out of the oven, grabbed the golden chicken and was out the door in no time. But then the chicken clucked and woke up the cannibal. 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 responded:

What are you doing, my dear!

That's all Jack managed to hear. He rushed as fast as he could towards the beanstalk and literally fell down it.

Jack returned home, showed his mother the miracle chicken and shouted: “Run!” - and the chicken laid a golden egg.

Since then, every time Jack told her: “Run!” - the chicken 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. So 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 into the cannibal’s house, but crept up slowly and hid in the bushes. He waited until the giantess came out with a bucket for water, and snuck into the house! He climbed into the copper cauldron and began to wait. He didn’t wait long, and suddenly he heard the familiar “top!” Top! Top!”, and then the cannibal and his wife enter the room.

Fi-fi-fo-fut, I can smell the spirit of the British here! - the cannibal shouted. - I feel it, I feel it, wife!

Can you really hear it, hubby? - says the giantess. - Well, then, this is the brat who stole your gold and the hen with the golden eggs. He's probably sitting in the oven.

And both rushed to the stove. It's a good thing Jack wasn't hiding there!

You are always with your fi-fi-fo-foot! - the cannibal’s wife grumbled and began to prepare breakfast for her husband.

The cannibal sat down at the table, but still could not calm down and kept muttering:

And yet I can swear that... - He jumped up from the table, ransacked the pantry, and chests, and cupboards...

I searched every corner, but didn’t think to look into the copper cauldron. Finally he finished breakfast and shouted:

Hey wife, bring me the golden harp! The wife brought the harp and placed it on the table.

Sing! - the giant ordered the harp.

And the golden harp began to sing, so well that you’ll be able to hear it! And she sang and sang until the cannibal fell asleep and snored as if thunder had thundered.

It was then that Jack lightly lifted the lid of the cauldron. He crawled out of it quietly, like a mouse, and crawled on all fours all the way to the table. He climbed onto the table, grabbed the harp and rushed to the door.

But the harp called loudly and 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 didn’t cost him anything to catch Jack, but Jack was the first to run, and therefore he managed to evade 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 disappeared. Ogre here, there - no Jack! Finally he decided to look at the beanstalk and saw: Jack, with all his strength, was trying to crawl down. The giant became afraid to go down the shaky stem, but then the harp called again:

Master! Master!

And the giant actually hung on the beanstalk, and it shook all over under his weight.

Jack descends lower and lower, and the giant follows him. But now Jack is right above the house. Here he screams:

Mother! Mother! Bring the axe! Bring the axe!

The mother ran out with an ax in her hands, rushed to the beanstalk and froze in horror: huge giant knives were sticking out of the clouds.

But then Jack jumped to the ground, grabbed an ax and slashed at the beanstalk so hard that he almost cut it in half.

The ogre felt the stem swaying and shaking, and stopped to see what had happened. Then Jack hits the ax again and completely cuts the beanstalk. The stem swayed and collapsed, and the ogre fell to the ground and broke his neck.

Jack gave his mother the golden harp, and they began to live happily. And they didn’t even remember about the giant.

Once upon a time there lived a poor widow, and her only son was Jack and a cow named Belyanka. The cow gave milk, and the mother sold it at the market - that’s how they lived. But one day Belyanka stopped giving milk.

“I’ll try to find some work,” Jack said.

“Yes, you’ve already tried, but no one will take you,” the mother answered angrily. - No, we’ll probably have to sell our cow and open a shop with this money.

Well, so be it,” Jack agreed. - Today is market day, and I will quickly sell Belyanka.

Jack took the reins and led the cow to the market. But he didn’t even have time to go halfway when he met a wonderful old man.

Good morning, Jack! - the old man greeted.

Good morning to you too! - Jack answered, and thought to himself: “How does the old man know my name?”

Where are you going? - the old man asked Jack.

To the market, to sell a cow.

Looks like that's all you're good for! - the old man laughed. - Tell me, how many beans are needed to make five?

Exactly two in each hand and one in your mouth! - Jack answered.

You guessed it! - the old man exclaimed. - Look, here they are these same beans! - and the old man pulled out a handful of some unusual beans from his pocket. - Let's trade with you - beans for you, cow for me!

Come on by! - Jack got angry.

“You don’t know what kind of beans these are,” said the old man. - Plant them in the evening, and by morning they will grow to the very sky.

Really?! - Jack was surprised.

So it will be! And if not, you take your cow back.

OK! - Jack agreed: he gave the old man the cow and put the beans in his pocket.

Jack turned back and trudged home.

You're finally back, Jack! - the mother was happy when she saw her son.

I see the cow is not with you, which means you sold it. How much did they pay you for it?

You'll never guess! - Jack answered. - Look at these beans? They are magical. If you plant them in the evening, then...

How?! - Jack's mother cried. - Did you give up my beloved Belyanka for a handful of some beans? Why is God punishing me! Give me those beans! - With these words, the mother grabbed the beans and threw them out the window. - Go to bed! You won't get dinner today!

Jack went upstairs to his little room and went to bed without having dinner.

Soon he fell asleep.

The next morning, when Jack woke up and went to the window, he saw that the beans that his mother had thrown out of the window into the garden in the evening had sprouted. The huge stem stretched and stretched upward until it reached the very clouds. This means that the old man told the truth, and these beans are actually magic!

A beanstalk grew right next to the window. Jack opened it, jumped onto the stem and climbed up, as if on a rope. And he climbed, climbed, climbed, climbed until he reached the very sky. There he saw a long and wide road. Jack stepped onto this road and walked along it. He walked for a long time and came to a tall, tall house. And at the threshold of this house stood a tall, tall woman.

Be so kind as to give me something to eat, please! Jack had gone to bed without dinner and was now very hungry.

Do you want to eat? - asked the tall, tall woman. - Get out of here quickly if you don’t want to get eaten yourself! My husband is a cannibal, and his favorite dish is spit-roasted boys. Get out while you're still alive, otherwise he'll be back home soon.

Madam, please give me something to eat! - Jack continued to repeat his point. “I haven’t had a bite in my mouth since yesterday morning, and I’m so hungry that I don’t care whether they fry me or I die of hunger.”

The cannibal's wife was actually a kind woman. She took Jack to the kitchen and gave him bread and cheese and milk. But Jack didn’t even have time to eat a bite when suddenly the whole house shook from someone’s steps.

Oh my God! It's my husband back! - the tall, tall woman gasped. - Come on, get in here quickly!

And only she managed to push Jack into the oven when the cannibal giant himself entered.

It was so huge that it seemed as if a whole mountain had tumbled into the house. Three calves hung from his belt. The cannibal untied them, planted them with his wife and said:

Come on, fry this for me for breakfast! - Then he sniffed the air and asked: - What does it smell like here?

Does it smell like something in here? - the cannibal’s wife was surprised. - You have misunderstood it. It probably still smells like the boy I cooked you for lunch yesterday. Better go wash up and change clothes, and in the meantime I’ll take care of your breakfast.

The ogre left the room. Jack wanted to get out of the oven and run away, but the cannibal's wife stopped him.

“Don’t stick your neck out, otherwise he might replace you,” she said. - After breakfast, my husband usually goes to rest. When he falls asleep, you can leave.

The cannibal ate, then went to a huge chest, took out two bags of gold from it and sat down at the table to count the money. Finally, sleep overcame him, the ogre began to snore, so much so that the whole house shook.

Jack slowly crawled out of the oven, quietly approached the cannibal, grabbed one bag of gold and rushed headlong to the beanstalk. He threw the bag down and began to climb down the stem. He was in a hurry, afraid that the cannibal would wake up. Finally Jack arrived at his house.

He told his mother everything that had happened to him, handed her a bag of gold and said:

So was I right about the beans? As you can see, they are truly magical!

Jack and his mother lived for some time on the money that was in the bag. But one day the bag was empty, and Jack decided to climb to the top of the beanstalk again.

One day he woke up early in the morning and began to climb the stem. He climbed and climbed until he found himself on an already familiar road. Walking along it, I reached a tall, tall house. Just like last time, a tall, tall woman stood at the threshold.

Jack greeted her and asked as if nothing had happened:

Please give me something to eat!

Get out of here quickly! - answered the cannibal's wife. - Otherwise my husband will come back and eat you.

But Jack repeated his request so persistently that the cannibal’s wife, who was generally a kind woman, had no choice but to let the boy into the house and give him something to eat.

Jack deliberately chewed slowly. He wanted to wait for the ogre to come home. Finally, the steps of the cannibal were heard, and the cannibal again hid Jack in the oven.

Then everything was like the last time: the cannibal came in and asked: “What does that smell like here?” and, having had breakfast, ordered his wife:

Bring me the hen that lays golden eggs!

The giantess brought it, and the cannibal ordered the hen to lay eggs, and she laid a golden egg. Then the ogre began to snore.

Then Jack slowly crawled out of the oven, grabbed the golden chicken and ran away. But then the chicken clucked and woke up the cannibal.

Hey wife, what are you doing with my golden chicken! - he cried.

Jack heard these words when he was already far from the cannibal’s house. He rushed towards the beanstalk like an arrow and flew down it. Arriving home, Jack showed his mother the chicken and ordered:

And the chicken immediately laid a golden egg.

Every time Jack ordered her to lay eggs, the hen laid a golden egg.

But this was not enough for Jack. He decided to try his luck again in the cannibal's house.

One day he got up early and climbed a beanstalk. I took the already familiar road to the cannibal’s house, quietly made my way inside and hid in a copper cauldron.

Jack didn't wait long; suddenly he hears familiar steps - an ogre and his wife enter the house.

I smell that evil boy again! - the cannibal shouted.

Well, if this is the wretch who stole your gold and the hen with the golden eggs,” says the cannibal’s wife, “then he’s probably sitting in the oven!”

And both rushed to the stove. But Jack was not there, because this time he hid in a different place.

No matter how much they looked for the boy, they never found him.

Finally the cannibal sat down at the table to have breakfast. But he kept repeating:

And yet it seems to me that... - and, leaving the table, he again searched all the corners and crannies, but didn’t think of looking into the copper cauldron.

After breakfast, the cannibal shouted:

Wife, bring my golden harp here!

The wife brought the harp and placed it in front of her husband.

Sing! - the giant commanded the harp.

And the golden harp played so well that you will hear it. She played and played until the ogre finally began to snore.

Here Jack slightly lifted the lid of the cauldron, crawled out of it slowly and tiptoed to the table. Then he climbed onto the table, grabbed the golden harp and rushed to the door.

At that moment the harp called loudly:

Master! Master!

The giant shuddered, woke up and saw that Jack had stolen his harp.

Jack ran with all his might, but the ogre could not catch him, because the boy was the first to reach the door and, moreover, knew the way well. Jack grabbed onto the beanstalk and saw that the ogre was catching up with him. The cannibal reached the beanstalk and saw that Jack was almost at the bottom.

The giant grabbed onto the beanstalk, and the stem cracked under him.

Jack, meanwhile, descended lower and lower, and the cannibal followed him. Jack was already on the roof of his house and shouted:

Mother! Bring the axe!

The mother ran out with an ax in her hands, rushed to the beanstalk, and froze in place with fear: a huge giant was descending down the stalk right onto the roof of their house.

Jack jumped to the ground, grabbed an ax and hit the beanstalk so hard that he almost cut it off.

The ogre felt the stem beneath him shake and froze for a moment.

Here Jack another time hit the stem with all his strength with an ax and completely cut it off. The stem collapsed, and the ogre fell to the ground and was broken.

Jack and his mother lived comfortably from then on: they showed a golden harp for money and sold golden eggs. When Jack became rich, he married the princess and lived happily ever after with her.

All the best! See you again!

A long time ago, or rather, I don’t remember when, there lived a poor widow with her son. There was nowhere for them to wait for help, so they fell into such need that sometimes there was not a handful of flour left in the house, not a scrap of hay for the cow.

Then one day the mother says:

Apparently there’s nothing to do, Jack, we’ll have to sell the cow.

Why? - asked Jack.

He also asks why! Yes, to buy bread to feed you, your stupid head!

Okay,” Jack agreed. “Tomorrow morning I’ll take Brown to the market.” I'll get a good price for it, don't worry.

The next day, early in the morning, Jack got up, got ready and drove the cow to the market. The path was not close, and Jack more than once turned off the dusty road to rest in the shade and let the cow nibble on fresh grass.

So he sits under a tree and suddenly sees: some wonderful short man with a skinny knapsack on his back is wandering towards him.

Good afternoon, Jack! - said the wonderful little man and stopped next to him. “Where are you going?”

“Good afternoon, I don’t know your name,” Jack responded. “I’m going to the market to sell a cow.”

Sell ​​it to me, and that’s the end of it,” suggested the short one.

“With pleasure,” Jack answered. “Anything is better than stomping back and forth in the heat.” How much will you give for it?

So much that you could never even dream of!

Yah! - Jack laughed. “What I dreamed about, I’m the only one who knows.”

Meanwhile, the little man took his little bag from his shoulder, rummaged in it, took out five simple beans and handed them to Jack on his palm:

Here you go. We'll be even.

What's happened? - Jack was amazed. - Five beans for a whole cow?

“Five beans,” the little man confirmed importantly. “But what kind of beans!” If you plant it in the evening, by morning they will grow to the very sky.

Can't be! - Jack exclaimed, looking at the beans. “And when they grow to the very sky, then what?”

Okay, hands on! - Jack agreed.

He was tired from walking and from the heat and was glad to turn home. In addition, he was filled with curiosity: what kind of curiosity is this?

He took the beans and gave the short man the cow. But where he drove her, in which direction, Jack did not notice.

It seems like they were just standing next to each other and suddenly disappeared - neither the cow nor the wonderful passerby.

Jack returned home and said to his mother:

I sold the little cow. Look at the wonderful price they gave me for it.” And he showed her five beans.

The next morning Jack woke up not as before. Usually the sun woke him up with its bright light in his face, but now the room was in twilight. "Is it raining outside, or what?" - Jack thought, jumped out of bed and looked out the window.

What miracles! Before his very eyes, a whole forest of stems, leaves and fresh green shoots swayed. Overnight the bean sprouts grew to the sky; an unprecedented, wonderful staircase rose in front of Jack: wide, powerful, green, sparkling in the sun.

“Well, well!” Jack said to himself. “Whatever mother says, the price is still not bad for one old cow! Let them call me a fool if this bean ladder does not reach the very sky. But what next?”

And then he remembered the words of yesterday’s little man: “Then see for yourself.”

“I’ll take a look,” Jack decided.

He climbed out of the window and began to climb up the beanstalk.

He climbed higher and higher, higher and higher. It's scary to think how high he had to climb before he finally reached the sky. A wide white road lay before him. He walked along this road and soon saw a huge house, and a huge woman was standing on the threshold of this huge house.

What a wonderful morning! - Jack greeted her. “And what a wonderful house you have, mistress!”

What do you want? - the giantess grumbled, looking at the boy suspiciously.

Good hostess! - answered Jack. “I haven’t had a crumb in my mouth since yesterday, and yesterday I was left without dinner.” Will you give me at least a tiny piece for breakfast?

For breakfast! - the giantess grinned. - Know that if you don’t get out of here quickly, you will become breakfast yourself.

Like this? - asked Jack.

And so, my husband is a giant who eats boys like this. Now he is on a walk, but if he returns and sees you, he will immediately cook it for breakfast.

Anyone would be scared by such words, but not Jack. His hunger was worse than fear. He begged and begged the giantess so much to give him at least something to eat that she finally took pity, let him into the kitchen and gave him some bread, cheese and milk. But he barely had time to swallow his breakfast when the heavy steps of a giant were heard outside the window: boom! Bom! Boom! Bom!

Oh, my kindness will backfire on me! - the giantess was alarmed. - Hurry up and get into the oven!

And she quickly pushed Jack into the huge, cooled oven and covered it with the damper. At that same moment, the door swung open and a terrible cannibal giant burst into the kitchen.

He sniffed, puffed loudly, like a bellows, and roared:

Ugh! Phew! Ugh! Wow!

I smell the human spirit!

Whether he's dead or alive -

It will be nice for me to live!

“You’re obviously getting old, hubby, and your sense of smell has become dull,” his wife objected. “It doesn’t smell like a person, but like the rhinoceroses that I cooked for you for breakfast.”

The giant did not like being reminded of old age. Grumbling and muttering, he sat down at the table and sullenly ate everything that the hostess served him. After that, he ordered her to bring her bags of gold - he had the habit of counting them after meals for better digestion.

The giantess brought the gold, put it on the table, and went out to look after the cattle. After all, all the work in the house was hers, and the giant did nothing - he just ate and slept. And now - as soon as he began to count his gold, he got tired, dropped his head on a pile of coins and began to snore. So much so that the whole house began to shake and shake.

Then Jack quietly got out of the oven, climbed up the table leg, grabbed one of the giant bags - the one that was closer - and took off with it - out the door and over the threshold and running along the wide white road until he came to the top of his bean stem.

There he put the bag in his bosom, went down to the ground, returned home and gave his mother the bag of gold. This time she didn’t scold him or hit him, but on the contrary, she kissed him and called him well done.

For a long time or a short time they lived on the gold that Jack brought, but now it all came out, and they became the same poor people as before.

What should I do? Of course, the mother didn’t want to hear about letting Jack go to the giant again, but he himself decided otherwise. And then one morning, secretly from his mother, he climbed up the beanstalk - higher and higher, higher and higher, right up to the sky - and stepped onto the wide white road. Along that wide white road he came to the giant’s house, boldly opened the door and found himself in the kitchen, where the giant’s wife was preparing breakfast.

WITH Good morning, mistress! - Jack greeted her.

Ahh, it's you! - said the giantess and leaned over to get a better look at the guest. “Where is the bag of gold?”

If I only knew that! - answered Jack. - Gold always disappears somewhere, it’s just miracles with it!

Miracles? - the giantess doubted. - So you don’t have it?

Judge for yourself, mistress, would I come to you to ask for a crust of bread if I had a bag of gold?

“Perhaps you’re right,” she agreed and handed Jack a piece of bread.

And suddenly - boom! boom! boom! boom! - the house shook from the steps of the cannibal. The hostess barely had time to push Jack into the oven and cover it with the damper when the cannibal burst into the kitchen.

Ugh! Phew! Ugh! Wow!

I smell the human spirit!

Whether he's dead or alive,

It will be nice for me to live! - the giant roared.

But his wife, as before, began to reproach him: they say that he does not smell of the human spirit, his sense of smell has simply become dull from old age. The giant did not like such conversations. He sullenly ate his breakfast and said:

Wife! Bring me the hen that lays the golden eggs.

The giantess brought him a chicken, and she went out to look after the cattle.

Put it down! - the giant ordered, and the hen immediately laid a golden egg.

Put it down! - he ordered again, and she laid a second golden egg.

This was repeated many times, until finally the giant got tired of this fun. He dropped his head on the table and snored deafeningly. Then Jack crawled out of the stove, grabbed the magic laying hen and ran away. But as he ran across the yard, the chicken clucked, and the giant's wife ran after him - she scolded loudly and shook her fist at Jack. Luckily, she got caught in her long skirt and fell, so Jack ran to the beanstalk and climbed down just in time.

Look what I brought, mom!

Jack put the chicken on the table and said: “Put it!” - and the golden egg rolled across the table. "Put it down!" - and the second golden egg appeared. And the third, and the fourth...

From then on, Jack and his mother could not be afraid of need, because the magic chicken would always give them as much gold as they wanted. So the mother took an ax and wanted to cut down the beanstalk. But Jack opposed this. He said that this was his stem, and he would cut it down himself when necessary. In fact, he decided to go to the giant once again. And Jack’s mother decided to cut down the stalk another time, without Jack knowing, so she hid the ax not far from the beans so that it would be at hand at the right time. And you will soon find out how useful it is!

Jack decided to visit the giant's house again. But this time he did not immediately go into the kitchen, fearing that the giant’s wife might break his neck in revenge for the stolen chicken. He hid in the garden behind a bush, waited for the mistress to leave the house - she went to get water in a bucket - made his way to the kitchen and hid in a stall with flour.

Soon the giantess returned back and began to prepare breakfast, and there was her cannibal husband - boom! boom! boom! boom! - came back from a walk.

He noisily sniffed air through his nostrils and screamed terribly:

Wife! I smell the human spirit! I hear thunder strike me! I smell it, I smell it!!!

“It’s probably the thief who stole the chicken,” answered the wife. “He’s probably in the oven.”

But there was no one in the stove. They searched the entire kitchen, but never thought to look into the flour stall. After all, no one would even think of looking for a boy in flour!

Eh, anger dismantles! - said the giant after breakfast. - Bring me, wife, my golden harp - it will console me.

The hostess put the harp on the table and went out to look after the cattle.

Sing, harp! - the giant ordered.

And the harp sang, so sweetly and comfortingly, like the birds of the forest do not sing. The giant listened and listened and soon began to nod off. A minute later, and he was already snoring with his head on the table.

Then Jack got out of the flour stall, climbed up the table leg, grabbed the harp and took off running. But as he jumped over the threshold, the harp rang loudly and called: “Master! Master!” The giant woke up and looked out the door.

He saw Jack running away along the wide white road with a harp in his hands, roared and gave chase. Jack ran like a hare running for his life, and the giant rushed after him with huge leaps and filled the whole sky with a wild roar.

However, if he had roared less and used more strength, he probably would have caught up with Jack. But the stupid giant was out of breath and hesitated. He was already reaching out his hand as he ran to grab the boy, but he still managed to run to the beanstalk and began to quickly, quickly climb down, without letting go of the harp from his hands.

The giant stopped at the edge of heaven and became thoughtful. He touched and even shook the beanstalk, wondering if it could bear his weight. But at this time the harp once again called him from below: “Master! Master!” - and he made up his mind: he grabbed the stem with both hands and began to climb down. Leaves and fragments of branches rained down from above, and the entire huge green staircase bent and swayed. Jack looked up and saw that the giant was gaining on him.

Mother! Mother! - he shouted. “Axe!” Bring the ax quickly!

But you didn’t have to look for the ax for long: as you remember, it was already hidden in the grass right under the beanstalk. The mother grabbed it, waited a moment and, as soon as Jack jumped to the ground, cut the stem with one blow. The bulk trembled, wavered, and fell to the ground with great noise and a crash, and with it, with a great noise and crack, the giant fell to the ground and was crushed to death.

From then on, Jack and his mother lived happily and comfortably. They built themselves a new house to replace their old, dilapidated house. They even say that Jack married the princess. Whether this is so, I don’t know. Maybe not on the princess. But it is true that they lived for many, many years in peace and harmony. And if sometimes despondency or fatigue visited them, Jack took out a golden harp, put it on the table and said:

Sing, harp!

And all their sadness dissipated without a trace.

In a small English village there lived a poor widow and her only son named Jack. The day came that there was nothing left to eat.

“You’ll have to sell us the cow, son,” said the mother.

Jack and the cow went to the market. On the way he met an old man.

“I’ll buy your cow,” he said. “And in payment I’ll give you three magic beans.”

Without thinking twice, Jack gave the old man the cow, and ran home with three beans in his fist. Oh, the mother was angry with her stupid son! In her anger, she threw the beans out the window.

That evening Jack went to bed hungry, and the next morning he looked out the window and was stunned. From his magic beans, a beanstalk as thick as a tree grew to the sky. Jack began to climb the stem and high up among the clouds he saw a wide road. The road led him to a huge house. Jack knocked on the door. No one. Then he entered and was even more surprised: everything in the house was huge, enormous. Before the boy had time to look around, thunderous steps were heard on the threshold. He barely had time to dive under the table, which was the size of an ordinary house, when a giant burst into the room. The giant sniffed and growled:

- Fi-fo-fam!

Who is here? Who's there?

Alive or dead, come out!

Don't expect mercy from me!

Jack shook with fear, but did not move. And the giant threw his club into the corner and sat down at the table to dine. Having eaten to his fill, the giant took a gold coin out of his pocket, clinked it on the table, and immediately a mountain of gold grew. He counted the gold, hid it in a bag, and again put the magic coin in his pocket. Then he lay down and fell asleep. Jack jumped out from under the table, pulled out a coin from the giant and ran away.

The next morning Jack climbed the beanstalk again. Now he already knew the way. As soon as the boy had time to hide under the table, a giant stomped into the house. He unhooked the three calves he had killed from his belt, fried them, ate them, and released a small chicken from a cage that stood in the corner. The hen cackled and laid a golden egg. The satisfied giant took the egg and locked the chicken in the cage again. After that he lay down and fell asleep. Jack crawled out from under the table, grabbed the cage with the chicken and was off.

And on the third morning, the irrepressible Jack climbed up the beanstalk towards the clouds. This time the giant brought home three rams. He quickly ate them and took the harp off the wall. As soon as he touched her, magical music began to play. The giant fell asleep to the sounds of a wonderful melody. Quick Jack grabbed the harp and rushed away. But the magic harp continued to play louder and louder. The giant woke up and rushed after Jack. The ground shook under his feet. He is about to overtake the boy. But Jack managed to reach the beanstalk and began to quickly descend. Unfortunately, the giant did not lag behind, and when Jack jumped into the courtyard of his house, the shaggy head of the giant appeared from the clouds. The beanstalk trembled and bent under the weight of the huge body. Jack was not at a loss, grabbed an ax and cut the stem. The giant crashed to the ground from a height in the sky with such force that he punched a huge hole into which he himself fell.

Jack was left with an irredeemable coin, a hen that laid golden eggs, and a harp that played magical songs. And the mother hugged her son and said:

- You are a brave and smart boy. I'm so glad you sold the cow for three magic beans!