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Then Jack crept out of the oven and caught the golden hen and went away. But this time he made some noise which woke the ogre. So the ogre woke up and howled, “Wife, wife, where is my golden hen?”
But Jack was running very fast to the beanstalk and climbed down quickly. And when he got home, he showed his mother the wonderful hen and said “Lay,” and it laid a golden egg every time he said “Lay.”
So they lived happily. But Jack was not content, and one fine morning, he got up early and went on to the beanstalk, and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till he got to the top. But this time he did not go to the ogre’s house. When he came near it, he waited behind a bush till he saw the ogre’s wife. She came out with a pail to get some water, and then he crept into the house and hid himself. Soon he heard thump! thump! thump! as before and saw the ogre and his wife.
“I smell the boy!” cried out the ogre. “I smell him, wife, I smell him!”
“Do you, my dear?” says the ogre’s wife. “It must be that little rogue that stole your gold and the hen that laid the golden eggs. He must be in the oven.” And they both rushed to the oven. But Jack wasn’t there, and they found nobody.
So the ogre sat down to the breakfast and ate it. After breakfast, the ogre called out, “Wife, wife, bring me my golden harp.” So she brought it and put it on the table before him. Then he said, “Sing!” and the golden harp sang most beautifully till the ogre fell asleep.
Then Jack crawled out and took the golden harp. But the harp called out, “Master! Master!” and the ogre woke up. Jack began to run very fast with his harp.
Jack ran as fast as he could, but the ogre followed him. When Jack got to the beanstalk, the ogre was not more than twenty yards away. The beanstalk shook with his weight[77]. Down climbs Jack, and after him climbed the ogre. By this time Jack climbed down and climbed down and climbed down till he was home. So he called out, “Mother! mother! bring me an axe, bring me an axe.” And his mother appeared with an axe in her hand.
Jack jumped down and took the axe and cut the beanstalk. The ogre fell down and died.
Then Jack showed his mother his golden harp, and it began to sing beautiful songs. Jack and his mother became very rich, and he married a princess, and they lived happily.
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes.
Before they left, their mother told them, “Whatever you do, do the best that you can because that’s the way to get along in the world[78].”
So three little pigs left their mother to find homes for themselves.
The first pig met a man with a bundle of straw. “Please, man,” said the pig, “will you let me have that bundle of straw to build my house?” “Yes, here, take it,” said the kind man. The little pig was very pleased and at once built his house out of straw[79] because it was the easiest thing to do.
The second little pig said goodbye to his mother and set out[80]. Before long[81] he met a man with a bundle of sticks. “Please, man,” he said, “will you let me have that bundle of sticks to build my house?” “Yes, you can have it, here it is,” said the kind man. So the second little pig was very pleased and built his house out of sticks[82]. This was a little bit stronger[83] than a straw house. Then last of all, the third little pig set out and met a man with a load of bricks. “Please, man,” he said, “will you let me have that load of bricks to build my house?”
“Yes, here they are, all for you,” said the kind man. The third little pig was very pleased and built his house out of bricks[84].
One night, the big bad wolf, who dearly loved to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his new house of straw. The wolf knocked on the door and said, “Let me in, let me in, little pig, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff[85] and I’ll blow your house in![86]”
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,[87] I’ll not let you in!” said the little pig.
“Now I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down,” cried the wolf.
And of course[88] the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig.
The wolf then came to the house of ticks and knocked at the door. “Little pig, little pig,” he said, “open up your door and let me in!”
Now the second little pig remembered what his mother had told him, so he too said, “No, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin, I’ll not let you in.”
“Now I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down!” cried the wolf. But the little pig went on saying, “No, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin, I’ll not let you in.” So again the old wolf huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed, this time it was much harder work, but finally down came the house. The wolf blew that house in too and ate the second little pig.
The wolf then came to the house of bricks, and again he said. “Little pig, little pig, open your door and let me in!”
But like his brothers the third little pig said, “No, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin, I’ll not let you in.”
“Now I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down!” cried the wolf. And when the third little pig wouldn’t open the door he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed an he tried again, but the brick house was so strong that he could not blow it down.
Well, the wolf huffed and puffed again and again, but he could not blow down that brick house.
This made the wolf very angry.
When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”
“Where?” said the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s home field, and if you are ready tomorrow morning, I will call for you, and we will go together and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.”
Well, the little pig got up[89] at five and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about six), and who said, “Little pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said, “Ready! I have been and come back again, and got nice turnips for dinner.”
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple tree.”
“Where?” said the pig.
“Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not deceive me, I will come for you at five
shook with his weight – закачался под его весом
that’s the way to get along in the world – так вы сможете выжить в этом мире
built his house out of straw – построил свой дом из соломы
set out – отправился в путь
before long – вскоре
built his house out of sticks – построил свой дом из ветвей
a little bit stronger – немного прочнее
built his house out of bricks – построил свой дом из камней
I’ll huff and I’ll puff – я возьму и дуну
I’ll blow your house in! – Я сдую твой дом!
not by the hair of my chinny chin chin – не получится, клянусь своей бородой
of course – конечно
got up – встал, проснулся