He reached the village, and the old man’s dogs began barking. The Bear dropped the basket and ran back into the forest.
The Bear agreed, but said, “I will take the basket myself, so you don’t run away.”
She walked and walked until she came upon a small wooden hut. She knocked—no one answered—so she went inside. The hut belonged to a great, shaggy Bear. When the Bear returned at sunset and saw Masha, he growled, “Aha! Now you will stay here and cook, clean, and keep my house. You will never leave!” masha and the bear old version
One day, Masha went into the forest with her friends to pick berries and mushrooms. She wandered deeper and deeper among the trees, and soon she lost sight of her friends. She called out to them, but no one answered. Masha was all alone.
Out popped Masha, safe and smiling. Her grandparents hugged her and praised her cleverness. And from that day on, Masha never wandered into the forest alone again. He reached the village, and the old man’s
The Bear promised and set off through the forest with the basket on his back. Meanwhile, Masha had hidden inside the basket under the pies. She curled up small and kept very still.
“All right,” said Masha. “But don’t open the basket on the way. And don’t eat any pies. I will climb a tall tree to watch you.” She knocked—no one answered—so she went inside
Once upon a time, in a small village near a great forest, there lived an old man and his wife. They had a lively little granddaughter named Masha.