Крутыми тропинками в горы,Вдоль быс

Крутыми тропинками в горы,

Вдоль быстрых и медленных рек,

Минуя большие озера,

Веселый шагал человек.

Четырнадцать лет ему было,

И нес он дорожный мешок,

А в нем полотенце и мыло

Да белый зубной порошок.

Он встретить в пути не боялся

Ни змей, ни быков, ни собак,

А если встречал, то смеялся

И сам приговаривал так:

- Я вышел из комнаты тесной,

И весело дышится мне.

Все видеть, все знать интересно,

И вот я хожу по стране.

Он шел без ружья и без палки

Высокой зеленой травой.

Летали кукушки да галки

Над самой его головой.

И даже быки-забияки

Мычали по-дружески: «М-му!»

И даже цепные собаки

Виляли хвостами ему.

Он шел по тропам и дорогам,

Волков и медведей встречал,

Но зверь человека не трогал,

А издали только рычал.

Он слышал и зверя и птицу,

В колючие лазил кусты.

Он трогал руками пшеницу,

Чудесные нюхал цветы.

И туча над ним вместо крыши,

А вместо будильника - гром.

И все, что он видел и слышал,

В тетрадку записывал он.

А чтобы еще интересней

И легче казалось идти,

Он пел, и веселая песня

Ему помогала в пути.

И окна в домах открывали,

Услышав - он мимо идет,

И люди ему подпевали

В квартирах, садах, у ворот.

И весело хлопали дверью

И вдруг покидали свой дом.

И самые хищные звери

Им были в пути нипочем.

Шли люди, и было их много,

И не было людям числа.

За ними по разным дорогам

Короткая песенка шла:

«Нам путь незнакомый не страшен,

Мы смело пройдем ледники,

С веселою песенкой нашей

Любые подъемы легки».

И я эту песню услышал,

Приятеля голос узнал,

Без шапки на улицу вышел

И песенку эту догнал.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Steep trails into the mountains,Along fast and slow rivers,Bypassing the Great LakesHilarious Chagall people.Fourteen years he was,And he bore road bagThe towel and SOAPYes white tooth powder.He found in ways not afraidNo snakes, no bull, no dogsAnd if met, then laughedAnd he himself sentenced as follows:-I walked out of the room close,And fun I breathe.All seeing, all knowing I wonderAnd here I go across the country.He walked without guns and without a stickHigh green grass.Cuckoo flew Yes DAWsOver his head.And even bulls-bulliesMychali friendly: "m-th!"And even chain dogViljali tails him.He was walking on the trails and roadsWolves and bears metBut the beast man is not touched,And snarling only from afar.He heard and beast and bird,The prickly bushes climbed.He touched the hands of wheat,Wonderful sniff flowers.And a cloud over it instead of the roof,And instead of an alarm-Thunder.And all that he saw and heard,In the notebooks he wrote down.And to make matters even more interestingAnd it seemed easier to goHe sang, and cheerful songIt helped in a way.And Windows in houses opened,Hearing-he goes by,And people he sangIn the apartments, gardens, near the gate.And fun clapped doorAnd suddenly left their home.And most carnivorous beastsThey were not in the path.People went, and it was a lot of them,And there was a number of people.Behind them on different roadsShort song went:"We are not afraid of unfamiliar path,We pass glaciers,With veseloju our songAny upgrades are easy.And I heard this song,Voice buddy learnedWithout caps on the street leftAnd this song caught up.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Steep path to the mountains,

along the fast and slow rivers

Passing large lakes,

cheerful man walking.

For fourteen years he was,

and he carried a traveling bag,

and in it a towel and soap

Yes white tooth powder.

It is found in the path are not afraid

neither snakes nor bulls or dogs,

and if met, then laughed

and he kept saying as follows:

- I came out of the cramped room,

and fun to breathe me.

All to see, to know everything interesting,

and so I go in the country.

He walked without a gun and without stick

high green grass.

Flew the Cuckoo yes jackdaws

above his head.

Even bulls bully

moo Friendly "M-th!

" And even chain dogs

wagged their tails to him.

He walked along the paths and roads,

wolves and bears have met,

but the human animal is not touched,

and from a distance only growled.

He heard the beast and bird,

in the prickly bushes climb.

He touched his hands wheat

Wonderful smelling flowers.

And a cloud over him instead of the roof,

And instead of an alarm clock - the thunder.

And all that he saw and heard

in a notebook he wrote.

And that is even more interesting

and easier to go it seemed,

he was singing a happy song, and

He is helped along the way.

And the windows in the houses opened,

hearing - it is past,

and the people he sang

in the apartments, gardens, at the gate.

And fun slammed the door

suddenly left his house.

And the most ravenous beasts

They were uneasy path.

There were people and had a lot of them,

and there was no number of people.

Behind them on different roads

short song was:

"We are not afraid of the unfamiliar road,

we easily pass glaciers,

With a cheerful song of our

Any upgrades are easy."

And I heard this song,

Buddy's voice heard,

no caps on the street went out

and caught up with this song. We boldly go through glaciers, With a cheerful song of our Any upgrades are easy. " And I heard this song, Buddy's voice heard, no caps on the street went out and caught up with this song. We boldly go through glaciers, With a cheerful song of our Any upgrades are easy. " And I heard this song, Buddy's voice heard, no caps on the street went out and caught up with this song.

Результаты (английский) 3:

steep hiking trails in the mountainsalong the fast and slow rivers.instead of big lakea man walks.fourteen years old he was,and was he travel bagand in a towel and soapyes white tooth powder.he was not afraid to meet on the wayno snakes, no bulls, no dogs.if met, he laughed.and you say:i walked out of the room to close.and the fun you breathe me.all to see, to know i wonderand when i go to the country.he was walking without guns, and without a stickhigh green grass.- with a woman named galka flew the cuckooover most of his head.and even the bulls - possumмычали amicably, "mr mu! "and even chained dogsare the one who swerved tails.he was walking on the trails and roads.wolves and bears metbut animal rights don't touch.and only a growl.he heard the beast and birdthe axe has been scarce.he touched the hands of wheatwonderful smell flowers.and the cloud over him instead.and instead of the alarm - thunder.and everything he saw and heardin the book he wrote.and that's interesting.and it seemed to gohe sang, and funny songhelped him on his way.and the windows in the house open.when he passed,and the people he joined inapartments, garden, by the gate.and fun clapped the doorand suddenly left his house.and the most predatory animalsthey were in the way way.people went, and it was a lot of them.and there was not among the people.for them on different roadsa short song went:"we are not afraid of the way place.we boldly go glacierswith the веселою песенкой ourall the легки».and i heard this song.buddy's voice heardno one on the street leftand a song that caught them.