The Bear gasped. “So tall! So far-seeing!” He lifted the basket and trudged on.
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.
Each day, she did her chores and thought of her grandparents. One evening, she said to the Bear, “Let me take a basket of pies to my grandmother and grandfather. They must be so worried.”
Masha was frightened, but she didn’t cry. She quietly thought of a way to escape. masha and the bear old version
“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.”
The Bear walked and walked. He grew tired and said, “I’ll sit on a stump and eat a little pie.”
The Bear agreed, but said, “I will take the basket myself, so you don’t run away.” The Bear gasped
He reached the village, and the old man’s dogs began barking. The Bear dropped the basket and ran back into the forest.
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.
But Masha cried out from the basket, “I see you! I see you! Don’t sit on a stump! Don’t eat my pie! Take it to Grandmother! Take it to Grandfather!” The Bear promised and set off through the
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.
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!”