Our cheerful little mansion. Scenario of the fairy tale "Teremok" in a new way There is a teremok in a field, it is not low

Teremok There is a teremok-teremok in the field, It is not low, not high, not high. Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a low place? Who lives in the mansion? There is no one. And where did he come from in the field? And he always was. Not always, but for a long time. Once upon a time, a long time ago, it was built by a rich mosquito - a squeaker - for his fly - the goryukha. White columns in front of the entrance. In the garden, blue flowers smell like sweet honey. Not all flies fly to manure the same way they fly to honey. A little mouse was running across the field. Lo and behold, there is a mansion in the field - a mansion, it is not low, but high. The roof is tiled, the weather vanes are gilded. The mouse was dizzy from that magnificence. The mouse hole, a small cage, completely collapsed, the owner herself miraculously escaped. Now I was toiling around in strange corners. She scratched modestly from the back door: “Who, who lives in the little house?” Who, who lives in the white stone? And Mukha was just grieving that there was no one to help with the housework. Flies, they are worthless workers. Whoever he hires, they will gorge themselves on honey and sleep in bright rooms and shit on mirrors and priceless crystals. Otherwise, the owner’s meat will be spoiled by their larvae. What can you take from a hillbilly? Dirt, the stench of manure, theft. And here is a mouse, clean, neat, economical. Honey, does not eat meat, prefers exclusively vegetarian food. They took her to live with them. And so everything worked out nicely. A fly and a mosquito sing songs, honey drinks beer, a mouse sweeps the floors and cracks seeds in its kitchen. At first, the mouse really liked this life; she had never lived like this in her life - well-fed, clean, and calm. And then I got used to it and began to think. There is little hassle with insects, but there is plenty of free time - think about it, I don’t want it. - And how does this happen? Some kind of midge, a worthless aphid, rules the mansions, and I, a fine, hard-working, conscientious mouse, serve them. And the only thing I have of mine is the tail. And she came up with this idea over teas and cakes. One summer evening, a fly and a mosquito were eating nectar on the balcony, and a frog was watering the paths in the garden, creating a pleasant coolness for the owners. And she herself muttered, as if under her breath: “Everything is a mouse, a mouse, as if I were two-stranded.” There is a mouse in the house and a mouse in the garden. They save money on a gardener. I’ll drop everything and go wherever my eyes lead me. They think that if I don’t have my own mink, I can exploit it as much as I like. I’ll leave, God knows, I’ll leave. The owners listened and became concerned, as soon as the truth goes away, what will they do? We're already used to good things. But they are not the only ones who are accustomed to good things. They can't lose, but the mouse can't gain. The goal is different, but the method is the same. We decided to hire a gardener. Where can I get it? This is where the mouse’s plan worked. Knock-knock at the oak gates. - Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a beautiful place? - It’s us - the fly - the bitter one and the mosquito - the squeaker, and the little mouse - the little one - is with us. Who are you? - And I am a frog - a frog, or rather a frog. I was living with my neighbors behind the tub, but I heard that you needed a gardener. Take me to live with you. The insects are wary, the frog dangerous neighbor, swallow it inadvertently. And he reassures them: “Don’t worry about loyalty, I only consume garden aphids, and I have a certificate.” And he sticks some crumpled burdock leaf into the crack. And the mouse reads to the short-sighted fly that it is so, only aphids. In general, I gained the trust of the lip-slapper. And life went better than before. A fly and a mosquito have theirs at the top, a mouse and a frog have theirs at the bottom. And their secret conversations at night. If only it were love ones! By autumn, the fly became lethargic and absent-minded, and the mosquito became nervous and angry, just in case it bit. Clearly, it’s not the climate for them, they began to warm regions going to. Then they spanked them. Or rather, the frog swallowed them, expanded his diet, spitting on the burdock certificate right from the white-stone balcony. And the neighbors were told that the owners had gone to where the summer was red, to continue singing songs. The neighbors too, all kinds of midges, hurried to get out before the cold weather. And by spring, you see, new midges will hatch, and who will remember whose house was Mushkin or Myshkin. That’s what the new owners had in mind. They began to live nicely. The mouse bakes pies, the frog sings love roulades, and swells. There is snow and a blizzard outside, but they are warm and comfortable. A wolf, a gray barrel, ran across the field. Hungry, cold, tooth does not touch tooth. He sees a mansion standing in a field, a mansion, and it is beautiful and tall and tall. There is smoke from the chimney, light from the window, and delicious smells through the window. He knocked on the plank gate: “Who, who lives in the little house?” And from the mansion in response: - Whoever needs it lives. There’s no point in wandering around at night and knocking on other people’s gates. We'll call security immediately. Scientists, therefore, were residents. The wolf whined pitifully and moved on. And then the fox came towards him. - Why, gray one, are you whining like a beaten dog? - Yes, my belly gives out from hunger, my paws are cold, my tail falls off. And there, over there, some bastard is fattening in the little mansion. - Who are they? - The frog is nasal, and the mouse is squeaky. They also threaten security. - So you’re good at squashing mice and beating frogs. Or have you lost your qualifications? “I didn’t lose anything!” the gray one got angry. “They told me through this fart that it was at the gate, and the gate, as you can see, is planked.” “The gate is planked, the brownie farts,” the fox sang, squinting. “What?” the wolf didn’t understand. - Not what, but who. Haven't you seen Santa Claus for a long time? “For a long time,” the wolf drooped, “since childhood.” He doesn’t come to me, he doesn’t give me gifts, I behave badly and this is, well, incorrigible and uncontrollable. - Well, about the uncontrollable - he bent it. And now we will make gifts for ourselves. Went. - Where? - Let's go, I say, you won't regret it. She grabbed the wolf by the elbow and dragged him into the snowy thicket, the cheat. And after a while the intercom rang again: “Who, who lives in the little house, Who, who lives in the beautiful little house?” “I am a croaking frog and my wife is a manor mouse,” answered an insolent, cheeky voice. “And who are you?” - And we are Father Frost and Snow Maiden, we brought you gifts. “Have you behaved well?” Snow Maiden sang affectionately. - What about it? They behaved the best. “It’s just that the grandfather is painfully black, even though his beard is his,” the mouse squeaked incredulously into the intercom. “We just returned from Africa and congratulated the children.” “Grandfather is tanned, I also have a golden, overseas tan,” my granddaughter jabbered. - But if you don’t need gifts, we’ll go, then our mouths are full of troubles. “What are you doing, what are you doing, please come through,” the mouse was afraid of the losses. The lock clicked, the gate opened, and the mousetrap slammed shut. Free cheese, it is known to be in it. The fox swallowed the mouse without choking, but the wolf swung the frog out of hunger. Of course, you realized that it was they who dressed up as Father Frost and the Snow Maiden. And the new owners began to live - to live in the little mansion, eat up other people's supplies, sleep on other people's feather beds for their own pleasure. But this tale has a different ending. In the spring, when the snow melted, he came out of the forest hungry and emaciated after hibernation bear. It wanders across the field, looking for what to eat and where to dry off from the melt water. Lo and behold, there’s a little mansion standing in the field, and it’s nice, even though it’s not tall. Not tall for a bear. Well, maybe at least you can get some food and take a nap on the veranda. - Hey! Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in the low place! - the tramp drummed on the gate. The fox and wolf got scared and rushed around the floors. “Don’t answer,” the wolf shouts, “it’s a hungry bear.” He will devour all the supplies. And back in the fall he promised to punch me in the face when he caught me. And the bear hears noise in the house and knocks even more, the gate is already cracking. - Open up, who’s there?! “There’s no one,” the fox answers into the intercom. “The owners are away, and I’m guarding the house.” There’s no need to be outrageous, I’ll call security now. For all her intelligence, she shouldn’t have said anything about security. Out of fear, it must be. A bear is not a wolf; its tail is not between its legs. When I heard about the security, I became furious. He broke the gate, broke down the door in the house. The fox and wolf barely escaped. And the bear found the fly's honey supplies, ate, became better, decided to lie down, but the furniture was too small for him, and he couldn't turn around in the house. He tore everything there, broke it, and went into the spruce forest to sleep. And there was nothing else to profit from. So the tower has been standing in the field ever since. The bear broke the door, men from the neighboring village stole the window frames. The wind is blowing, and the quinoa grass is growing tall all around. And no animal lives in it, and even flies stay away. He got a bad reputation. And the house is good. The tiled roof is intact, even one gilded weather vane has been preserved. 2017

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There is a teremok-teremok in the field,

Like a mouse running across a field, field,
She stopped at the door and squeaked:

Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak!
Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Who lives in the mansion?

There is no one in the mansion - no one answers the mouse. A mouse climbed into the little house; began to live and live - to sing songs:
- Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak!
Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak!
There is a teremok-teremok in the field,
He is not short, not high, not high.
Just like a frog running across a field,
She stopped at the door and shouted:

Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa!
Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Who lives in the mansion?
- I'm a little mouse! Who are you?
- I'm a frog frog!
- Come live with me!

The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live and live with the mouse and sing songs:
- Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak!
- Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa!
There is a teremok-teremok in the field,
He is not short, not high, not high.
Like a bunny running across a field, field,
He stopped at the door and shouted:

Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk!
Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Who lives in the mansion?
- I'm a little mouse!
- I'm a frog frog! Who are you?
- And I’m a hare - a dodger on the mountain!
- Come live with us!
- Okay, I'll come.

The hare jumped into the tower. They began to live and live together and sing songs:
- Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak! Peak!
- Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa! Kwa!
- Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk!

There is a tower in an open field,

He is not low, not high,

Not tall.

He's not low, he's not high, he's not high,

It is not narrow, not wide, not wide.

A frog walked out of the swamp,

He sees that the gate is locked.

Hey, little lock, fall off, fall off!

Teremochek, open, open!

Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in a low place?

(Enters the tower.)

Kwa-kwa!..

I'm alone in the little house.

Although it’s not very damp around,

What a nice apartment!

Kwa-kwa-kwa!

There is a stove and firewood here,

And a cauldron and a frying pan.

What a find, what a find!

Before dinner bye

I'll kill the worm.

Good grandfather

Only the frog lit the light,

The little mouse knocked.

What kind of tower is this?

He is not low, not high,

Not tall.

Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in a low place?

I, frog frog.

And I am a little mouse.

Let me into the house

We will live together with you.

We'll get some ripe grains,

We will bake pancakes with you.

So be it, perhaps go home.

It's more fun to live together!

Good grandfather

A mouse and a frog settled in,

With a pop-eyed girlfriend.

The stove is heated, the grain is pounded

Yes, pancakes are baked in the oven.

Suddenly it knocks at dawn

Loud cockerel - Petya.

What kind of tower is this?

He is neither short nor tall.

Hey, open the cockerel!

Co-co-co, crow!

Who-who-who lives in the little house?

Who-who-who lives in a low place?

I, frog frog.

I, little mouse.

And I'm a cockerel

golden comb,

Butterhead,

Silk beard.

Let me live here

I will serve you honestly.

I will sleep

In the yard.

I will sing

Kukare-ku!

Frog and Mouse

So be it, perhaps go home.

It's more fun to live with three people!

Good grandfather

Here they live - a frog,

Cockerel and little mouse.

You can't spill them with water.

Suddenly a gray hedgehog knocks.

Does he live in a little house?

Does he live in a low place?

I, frog frog.

I, little mouse.

I am a gray hedgehog

No head, no legs,

Humped back

On the back is a harrow.

Let me live here

I will guard the tower.

Better than us forest hedgehogs

There are no watchmen in the world!

So be it, perhaps go home.

The four of us will live together!

Good grandfather

Here they live - a frog,

Hedgehog, rooster and little mouse.

Mouse-norushka

The oatmeal is pushing,

And the frog

Bakes pies.

And the rooster is on the windowsill

He plays the harmonica for them.

The gray hedgehog curled up into a ball,

He doesn't sleep - he guards the little house.

Only suddenly from the dark thicket

A homeless wolf came dragging along.

What kind of tower is this?

Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Apparently, lunch is being cooked.

Are there animals here or not?..

Does he live in a little house?

Does he live in a low place?

I, frog frog.

I, little mouse.

I, the cockerel, am the golden comb.

I, the gray hedgehog -

No head, no legs.

And I am a wolf

Click your teeth!

What can you do?

Smother the hedgehogs!

Gut the roosters!..

Go away, toothy beast,

Don't break into our door!

The tower is tightly locked

On the bolt and on the lock.

A wolf prowls in a dense forest,

Looking for a gossip fox.

And the fox comes towards -

Red tail, eyes like candles.

Lisaveta, hello!

How are you, toothy?

Things are going well

The head is still intact.

And I want, Lisaveta,

Ask you for advice.

Do you see a tower in the field?

He is neither short nor tall.

Not tall?

Mouse-norushka

There the grain is crushing,

And the frog bakes pies.

And the rooster is on the windowsill

He plays the harmonica for them.

How good is a rooster?

Just pluck the fluff!

Oh, my gray one, my tailed one,

How I want cockerels!

Yes, and I want to eat, -

Only the gates are locked...

Maybe someday together

We will open the gates!

Oh, I'm weak from hunger!

The third day, how empty my belly is.

If only we met Mishenka the Bear,

He would help us unlock the gate.

We'll go look for him in the forests!

Oh, fathers, he’s coming here himself!

At this time indeed

Mishka came out from behind the spruce tree.

He shakes his head

He talks to himself.

I'm looking for a deck in the forest,

I want to taste honey

Or ripe oats.

Where can I find him, fox?

Do you see, Misha, the little mansion?

He is neither short nor tall.

Not tall?

Mouse-norushka

The grain is crushing there.

And the frog

Bakes pies.

Bakes cabbage pies,

Toasted and delicious.

And a rooster with a prickly hedgehog

Cut the lard with a sharp knife.

Would you like to visit

Taste the cockerels,

Rooster meat is good food.

Where is the gate? Submit them here!

No, Misha, let's go

Yes, we will unlock it on the spot!

Here they go to the neighbors -

A wolf with a bear friend.

The fox is walking ahead

Leads guests to the mansion.

Hey, owners, please open up,

Otherwise we will smash your gates!

Who came to us for the night?

In your opinion - Bear.

Try to unlock it!

I don't want to wait long.

I'll break down your gates!

Hush, Mishenka! Don't knock on the gate!

Our dough will tip over in the oven!

Don't poke your nose into the little mansion - crow!

Or I'll catch you with my spurs!

If you engage in robbery,

You will meet the watchman - the hedgehog!

The owners don't want to let me in.

They don't want to buy me lunch!

Come on, Misha, turn your back,

Come on, Mishenka, attack the wolf!

If the three of us pile up together,

We will open the plank gates!

And they got to work:

They leaned on the gate...

Good grandfather

They can't unlock it.

The bear snaps.

He hits the wolf like a piledriver,

And the fox is busy on the edge.

She, the cheat, has the easiest time of all -

Takes care of his red fur.

Do you hear, little fox?

Like boards

That's not a piece of paper,

And the bones

Crisp -

I was crushed by a shameless bear!

Without lunch I will have to die.

I still can’t catch my breath.

I can barely make it to bed!

I won’t understand, fox, I can’t understand:

Why did the wolf go crazy?

Why did he run away?

You pressed him lightly -

That's why he ran away!

I barely dragged my legs...

What's the use of a wolf?

And without the wolf we will open the gates,

The two of us will taste cockerels.

I really want to eat, little fox!

I'll try to crawl into the gateway.

Good grandfather

The clubfoot got the hang of it,

He stuck his paw into the gateway.

Yes, as you can see, it’s out of place -

She doesn't go back.

The breath stole from my chest.

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Oh, little fox, help!

I can't stretch my legs!

Help me for the sake of friendship,

Pull me from behind!

Good grandfather

The fox didn't answer

And she went to her forests.

And the rooster crows from the fence.

Hey, stop the evil thief!

Give me a poker, frog -

I'll burn his heel!

Good grandfather

The bear trembled in fright,

He yelled at the whole area.

Oh, I'm afraid of the poker!

Oh, little fox, help!

KukarEku! Everyone to the yard!

A thief breaks into the gateway.

Hey mistress frog,

Where's your big mug?

Bring water quickly

Douse the clubfoot!

Water it, guys!

From the jug, from the tub!

Pour it from the bucket,

Don't feel sorry for the evil thief!

Help! Guard!

Choked, drowned!..

Good grandfather

The beluga bear roared,

I rushed about in fright,

He rushed with all his might -

Almost knocked down the gate.

At once he freed his leg

And - go to your den!

Howls as it goes.

I won't come to you anymore!

Good grandfather

And the rooster crows from the fence.

We drove away the evil thief!

Crow! Ko-ko-ko!

He ran far away

He launched it at all speeds,

He runs away without looking back.

Ko-ko-ko! Crow!

Will not return to the tower!

Our rooster has gone wild

Fluffed satin fluff.

And while he's getting cocky,

A fox crawls out of the bushes...

Okay, Petya, wait,

Something's coming!

Let the sides be crushed by the wolf,

And the bear got caught in a crack, -

I will avenge my own

I'll drag the rooster away!

The fox crawled up stealthily

And she sang sweetly, sweetly.

Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in a low place?

lives there

Fighting cockerel.

And shakes his head.

His head is brighter than fire...

Who-who-who is singing about me?

Oh, Petya, you dashing cockerel,

You have a golden comb.

Everyone is the envy of your beard.

Fly here, my handsome man!

No, I'd rather be here

Looking down on you

Oh you, Petya,

Rooster is daring!

Who in the world

Compare to you?

You have two wide ones

You look a little like

To the eagle!..

I can't hear

What are you singing about?

Who do I look like?

You are sitting far away from me.

Come - I'll whisper in your ear!

And he flew to the red-haired cheat.

He came closer to her,

And fox, don't be bad

Grab the rooster by the throat!

The cockerel screams and fights

And the fox laughs at him.

Now I'll say it out loud,

What does the rooster look like?

You look like yourself, rooster!

I'll eat your giblets soon!

On yourself, cock!

Here the fox runs at full speed,

And a rooster beats in her teeth.

The stupid rooster breaks out -

Feathers and fluff fly away.

Dear brother hedgehog,

Come out with the poker,

With a poker, with a shovel -

Beat the damn fox!

Good grandfather

The prickly hedgehog heard

He shouted: “Robbery! Robbery!”

He ran out the gate

I reached the turn.

Sees: red fox

Runs into the woods with a rooster.

The gray hedgehog rolled

On the grass of forest paths,

By the early morning dew,

Right under the fox's feet.

He doesn't give her any way,

Pricks the fox's legs with a brush.

I am a prickly gray hedgehog

You won't leave me

I'll rip your furs.

Give me the rooster!

Good grandfather

The hedgehog has pricking needles,

The needles prick painfully.

The fox is just spinning

Like the spokes of a wheel.

Oh, you hedgehog, gray hedgehog,

Don't scratch the fox's legs

Have pity on my furs!

I'll let the rooster go!

Good grandfather

She threw the rooster

Yes, she quickly dived into the bushes,

Slipped between the stumps,

And the prickly hedgehog is behind her.

They are chasing each other from behind

Gray mouse with a frog...

Catch up! Hold it! Catch!

Tear off the redhead's tail!

Good grandfather

The chase rushes through the forest.

A fox is running ahead.

Paused by the bush -

And she was left without a tail.

And then all the way

She let go without looking back.

The redhead disappeared into the forest -

We just saw a fox!

The gray hedgehog laughed.

I'll get a sharp knife

I'll cut the tail in half

And I will distribute to the hostesses:

Half a tail for you, frog,

Half a tail for you, little girl.

Thank you, gray hedgehog.

You won't find better fur!

I'll put my tail on my neck,

It will keep me warmer in winter.

In the fierce cold,

Your nose!

Good grandfather

Here they are walking after each other

Hedgehog with a mouse and a frog.

They carry a fox's tail with them,

They talk vying with each other.

We drove the fox away deftly.

The cheat won't come back!

Is the cockerel still alive?

Our golden comb?

He lies there and doesn't move.

We chased the fox

And they left him

Alone on the road.

He can barely breathe, poor thing,

It beats with its wing and groans heavily.

Don't worry about him:

We'll find him now.

I see a cock's comb

On a hill under an aspen tree!

What are you doing, Petya?

Don't you get up?

What are you singing?

Don't eat?

I have no time for songs, sisters...

I was in the teeth of a fox,

I can't even get up!

Let me help you.

I will take you by the wing,

Poor, lame bird...

Well, get up! Maybe you'll get there.

You're very prickly, hedgehog!

Even though my legs can't support me,

And I will get there without help.

Good grandfather

The rooster rises

Talks to himself out loud.

Crow, crow!

Why did I become a cripple?

Because he's simple...

It's all my fault!

Don’t worry, my dear Petya,

You will still live in the world,

You will be songs again

Greet the red sun!

Good grandfather

There is a tower in an open field,

He is not low, not high,

Not tall.

Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in a low place?

I, frog frog!

Me, little mouse!

I, cockerel -

golden comb,

Butterhead,

Silk beard!

I, the prickly gray hedgehog.

I look like all hedgehogs -

Humped back

There's a harrow on the back!

All together

Today is a happy holiday for us,

In the yard they danced to the harmonica.

We drove the bear into the forests,

The fox ran away without a tail.

The fox ran away without a tail,

These are the miracles we have!

Come on, Petya, go dance, -

Your boots are good!

Hey frog, dance with the rooster,

Ride a hedgehog!

No, you shouldn't ride me -

I have a harrow on my back.

Today is a happy holiday for us,

Dance to the harmonica in the yard!..

That's it, brothers, enough dancing.

Tomorrow morning we'll dance again.

We'll dance again in the yard.

I'll wake you all up at dawn!

I will grind your grains into flour.

I'll bake some pies for you.

Good grandfather

In the meantime, the mansion is locked.

The tower will sleep until morning.

It's time to get ready for retirement.

Only the hedgehog won’t fall asleep until the morning.

He will rattle with a mallet,

So that the wolf and the bear can hear,

So that this knock makes the fox

Teremok (drawing by D.A. Reznichenko)

There is a teremok in the field, a teremok. He is neither short nor tall nor tall. A small mouse runs past. She saw the little mansion, stopped and asked:
Who, who lives in a low place? Nobody responds.

The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it. A frog-frog galloped up to the tower and asked:
-Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
-I, mouse-norusha! Who are you?
-And I'm a frog.
-Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together. A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:
-Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
-I, little mouse! -I, frog-frog!
Who are you?

-Come live with us!
The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together. The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
-Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
-I, little mouse.
-I, frog-frog.
-I, runaway bunny. Who are you?
-Ah, I'm a fox-sister.
-Come live with us! The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together. A gray barrel top came running, looked in the door and asked:
-Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
-I, little mouse.
-I, frog-frog.
-I, runaway bunny.
-I, little fox-sister. Who are you?

-Come live with us! The wolf climbed into the mansion. The five of them began to live together. Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs. Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:

Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
-I, little mouse.
-I, frog-frog.
-I, runaway bunny.
-I, little fox-sister.
-I, the top-gray barrel. Who are you?
-And I’m a clumsy bear.
-Come live with us! The bear climbed into the tower. He climbed, climbed, climbed, couldn’t get in and said:

I'd rather live on your roof.
-You'll crush us!
-No, I won’t crush you.
-Well, get in!

The bear climbed onto the roof and just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower. The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart. We barely managed to jump out of it: the mouse-norushka, the little fox-sister, the top-gray barrel - all safe and sound. They began to carry logs, saw boards - new teremok build. They built it better than before! And they began to get on with their lives.