Lily: I am a little, tiny girl.
My mother calls me Lily.
I am from this flower-pot.
My mother’s name is Nilly.
I love her greatly.
She is kind.
We play with her till night.
My mother sings me a lullaby.
And switches off the light.
(She hears noise) Oh, who is there by the window?
Frog: Hush, don’t cry.
I am a frog.
I’ll take you to my son! Yes, he will marry you!
Lily: No, no, I don’t want!
Frog: Hush, we are jumping to the swamp!
I am a frog.
A pretty frog!
What can I say?
I say: croak, croak!
My son will marry you, Lily!
He is so green,
He is so nice!
He is a charming lad.
It is so nice!
It is so nice!
And Johny will be glad!
Here we are in the swamp!
Don’t cry, you, foolish girl!
My son is very good!
Johny, look, I have brought you a nice girl!
She is Lily by name.
Will you marry her?
Johny, the son: Oh, mother, thank you, thank you very much!
Croak, croak!
I am happy to get to know her.
She is so nice and pretty!
Mother frog: I’ll jump and find a nice wedding dress for her!
Good-bye!
Johny: Yes, I am Johny!
And I am glad
To see this girl,
Why is she sad?
Be nice, be good,
Be joyful, please!
I went to give you
My warm kiss!
I want to give you
My warm kiss!
Beetle: I fly with buss,
I fly with buss.
I fly not slow,
I fly not fast.
I’ll take this charming girl with me!
Yes, she will live on a big tree.
She will be in my pretty house.
I’ll give here a nice, new wedding-dress!
Beetle catches the girl.
Lily: What is this?
What is that?
I was in the swamp
With Johny-lad!
Now I am flying far away!
It’s such a strange and queer day!
Beetle: My name is Jack.
I wish you luck!
I am not a frog,
Not a cat and not a duck!
Believe me I am a nice lad!
Why are you sad?
Why are you sad?
Please, sit here and I’ll come back with a wedding-dress!
See you soon!
Lily: I am a tiny poor girl.
I want back to my mummy!
The day is bright,
The day is nice!
The day, the day is sunny!
But I am sad,
Yes, I am sad.
This beetle with a buzz…
Yes, I must run,
Yes, I must run,
Yes, I must run so fast!
(turns to the squirrel) Dear squirrel, help me to get down from the tree!
Squirrel: Oh, yes, oh, yes!
Here we are!
I wish you luck!
Good-bye!
Lily: Thank you, dearest squirrel!
Where shall I go?
I am hungry.
I am alone, I don’t know what to do! |
Mouse: Oh, little, tiny girl, I’ll
take you to my house.
It is not far from here!
Let us go, I invite you!
Look! This is my house!
You will spend autumn and winter in my house.
After that we shall think of something else!
Lily: Thank you, dear mouse!
You are really so kind to me!
Mouse: Have your dinner!
And will you drink coffee?
And then we shall listen to the music!
Lily: Thank you, dear, dear mouse!
Knock-knock-knock!
Mouse: It’s a mole from the hole!
He is very smart!
I want you to talk with him, please, be tender and give a smile!
Lily: I am in her house.
My adventures are so strange, indeed!
What must I do?
I am a poor little girl
From a flower-pot.
I am so tiny,
Yes, I am!
So tiny, as a dot!
I don’t want to see this mole!
I want to my dear mummy!
But winter will be soon, I shall stay in this house!
Mole: Hello, dear mouse!
Hello, little, tiny girl!
Will you marry me?
I am an old bachelor, my life is very hard!
I have nobody to talk to!
Mouse: Yes, you are a kind mole!
The girl will be so glad to live with you!
I am sure, she will!
Lily is crying.
Mouse: Foolish girl!
Dear mole, let us wait!
She is so glad, that’s why she is crying.
Mole: I am a mole and I’ll go to my hole.
But on Monday I’ll come back to visit you!
So long, mouse, so long dear tiny girl!
Lily: It is autumn now.
Where shall I go?
I’ll live here up to spring!
Maybe, everything will be all right!
And the mole from his hole will change his mind!
The voice: Help, help, help!
Lily: Who is there near the house?
I’ll go and see!
Oh, it’s a poor bird, it is a swallow!
Have some grains, will you live and stay here, winter is coming!
Aunt mouse will not be against it!
Winter is gone, spring is in the air.
Swallow: Thank you, dear girl!
Winter is over!
I must fly away!
Will you fly with me to the warm country of flowers and elves?
Lily: Oh, thank you, thank you, dear swallow!
Otherwise, the mole will marry me!
He said: Let us wait for spring!
Swallow: Lily, be quick!
Will you sit on my wings?
We are flying away, we are flying away to the country of elves and flowers!
Lily: And do you want to know the end?
The end is very good!
Yes, I am married to the elf!
And he is kind, not rude!
I sent a letter to my mum!
To dear mother Nilly.
It’s invitation to my home,
To me, who’s name is Lily!
Thanks to the swallow,
I am happy!
She also lives at hand!
And we invite you to my place!
To our magic land!
And we invite you to my place,
To our magic land!
Good-bye!
By Tatyana Shapiro,
Tel-Aviv
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