GRADNFATHER'S GLOVE by Elin Pelin
Elin Pelin is penpen-name of Dimitar Iw.Stoqnow.He was born in the little village Bajlovo, Bajlovo, nearly to Sofia. He is one of most popular writer at our country.
Grandpa went to Zlatitsa lost his glove.
There played a meadow Little Mouse saw gloves and heat sink is.
Wet and frightened Rabbit run by the grove. Stop it dusty road Grandfather’ Grandfather’s glove. - Who's hot in there? asks Rabbit ,with long ears ...
- I'm a tiny nibble. Who are you, and fear grabbed me? - I am a Rabbit with long ears hide from people's words Rabbit said fearfully and asked cautiously: - In this hot glove whether peace will be found my, timid soul? - Come in, my own is boring! euphonious said mouse.
A little later comes the fox. (It's not what it was you?) Halfway to perch and smiled slyly. - Who is this gloves? asks the sly fox.
- Mouse tiny here rest in a warm, Bunny Boy, hidden from people's bad words. Well who is your grace and why we bother! - I am the golden fox and want to warm up your folks in fine glove. -Come in, though we are many but relative to our right!
Wolf walked in the woods work in the villages. Stop it dusty road hungry, sharp and terrible. Descry gloves, bent to smell, but felt it, that wiggle and then he asked:
- Whose scared soul Hiding in that glove? - Here a warm rest tiny mouse, Bunny Boy, hidden from the bad people's words, yet our fox with golden skin. Well who is your grace and why do we bother? - I am the wolf of the Balkans guest you wish to become ... - Come in, though we are many but our right to a relative!
A little later all remember across undulating land Bear comes shaggy, looked in the glove and shouted lustily:
- Whose scared soul Hiding in that glove? Who is your grace and as we worry? - I'm shaggy Bear, guest you wish to become. - Come in, though we are many but our right to a relative!
They gathered comradely located, Imperial gloves in a highway and opened his word ...
Soon grandfather from Zlatitsa returned to seek a warm glove. Someone sees, if it finds flint grandmother would beat him ... And walking and coughing, middle of the road he stops and his soul was reconciled, his heart trembles -
Watch and faithful: wiggle his gloves, Chapter mouse is submitted and tail of the fox and a piece of the tab, a bit bearish housing, illuminate one's sharp teeth ... - What do you think well, man! -
Grandpa said to himself and restrain their sleeves, stick and hit and again and in the third ...
In the evening met him at home old his grandmother: Hunting with grandpa in car returns and even smiling from ear to ear, pipe he smokes it ...
The End