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The Magic Cheese - стр. 8

   “And out of the sheep’s wool the Cheese Fairy and I were spinning yarn to knit socks, mittens, hats, scarves and shawls. When your hands and feet are warm, don’t be afraid of cold,” said Cheese-eater. “Sheep grow wool not only for themselves. Do you know how cold it can be in our winter fairy-tales? If the Stepdaughter went looking for snowdrops without warm clothes, what would become of her? Or the girl that met Father Frost – remember she was left under the tree all alone. And also the old man that took the Fox in his sleigh… Whatever fairy-tale you read, the Cheese Fairy takes care that everyone can be warm in it.”

   “Whatever she does, ever-rything is so nice. Only the one who has a special gift can make magic por-ridge and cheese. And now the old lady is gone as if she has never been befor-re. And our gift of making cheese is not the same without her-r. Besides, our sheep keep disappear-ring…”

   “What gift? What sheep?” Vovka was puzzled.

   “Talk business and not about our miseries,” reproached the cat Cheese-eater. “I will explain it all and you, Vova, eat some more. Many men, many minds, one head is not the same as many ones.”

   And Vovka began to listen.


   “We lived happily, worked not lazily. The cheese-maker was the Fairy and we helped her at the dairy. A fairy-tale is fast to flow; the story itself is rather slow. We had to work hard to provide all the fairy-tales with milk, cottage cheese, sour-cream, cheese and butter, warm clothes and felt boots made of our sheep’s wool. The sun rises early, and so did we in the morning. When you’ve got cows, goats and rams, there is no time for idle hands. Our herds are magic, of course. Still, we’ve got a lot to do. All the cows, goats and sheep need to be fed and watered. If you spare the food, you’ll have no milk. In summer you need to lead the animals to the pasture. Our sheep are so clever that they go all by themselves early in the morning and are in stalls by night. In winter it’s quite different, though. Summer gets, winter spends. Hay-makers prepare hay and then cart-drivers from all the fairy-tales bring it to this place. And then, when summer comes again, everything goes in its usual way. All the animals go to the pasture and graze there.

   Something strange happened, though, not long ago. A cow hadn’t come back home, we thought it might have lost its way. But then there was another one, then the third one. At first we thought about a wolf or a bear. But no bear can a cow steal, if it’s not alone in the field. If you stole a cow, get a pail, for you must of it take care. So, we were the worst fearing, and the cows and sheep kept disappearing. Oh, how much we pitied them! They may be only animals for you, but for us they were like human beings, so sweet and kind. The Cheese Fairy was by these losses distressed, but where they’d come from couldn’t guess. There was some talk that a wolf was the one to blame. But all the wolves belong in their own fairy-tales; they would never do a thing like that. So, this can be only a stranger. The cows become less in number; soon our fairy-tales will suffer from hunger. Everything in the stories will go wrong, so little children will read them no more.

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