There was once a boy named Jack. His father died a long time ago, and he and his mother were left alone. They were very poor. More precisely, they had nothing but a single cow that gave them milk.
But, alas, the day came when the cow stopped milking, and Jack's mother decided that it was better to sell it then. She ordered to take the cow to the nearest town and sell it there at the fair. “Yes, to make it as expensive as possible,” she strictly punished. Jack set off. But as soon as he walked a couple of miles, he saw a strange little old man, barely reaching his shoulder, walking along the road towards him.
- Hello, boy! Sell me your cow, the old man suggested. “And in payment I will give you five beans. If you plant them in the ground, they will soon make you rich. 
Before Jack had time to utter a word in response, the old man disappeared along with the cow, as if he had not been at all. Jack wondered if he had done the right thing by agreeing to such an exchange. What will the mother say to that? But the deed was done, and with a heavy heart he went back home.
- How? Why are you back so soon? - the mother was surprised. - Well, how many coins did you sell the cow for?
- For five beans.
- What a dumbass you are! We need money so much, there is nothing in the house! the mother yelled at Jack. “And how could you come up with such a thing!” 
She grabbed the beans and threw them out the window, and sent Jack to bed hungry. When Jack woke up the next morning, he couldn't recognize his little room. She was bathed in a pleasant greenish light. Jack went to the window and saw an amazing picture - the beans that his mother threw out of the window yesterday sprouted overnight, their shoots intertwined into a huge stalk that went up high, high into the very sky.
Jack carefully dressed himself so as not to wake his still sleeping mother, climbed over the window sill right onto the stalk and began to climb it. He was simply sure that the wealth that the old man had told him about was waiting for him up there. 
Jack got higher and higher. He looked down - the ground was so far away that he was afraid, his head was spinning, and Jack almost broke and fell. He decided not to look down any longer and stubbornly climbed up. Finally, he hit the clouds, climbed a little higher and saw a long road. 
Jack went down the road and soon saw a huge castle ahead. He walked up to the castle gate and knocked. Soon a huge woman opened the door for him.
In a small English village there lived a poor widow and she had an only son named Jack. The day came when there was nothing to eat.
“We’ll have to sell us a cow, son,” said the mother.
Jack went with the cow to the market. On the way he met an old man.
“I will buy your cow,” he said. "I'll give you three magic beans in return."
Without thinking twice, Jack gave the old man a cow, and ran home with three beans in a handful. Oh, and the mother got angry at the stupid son! Angrily, she threw the beans out the window.
That evening, Jack went to bed hungry, and the next morning he looked out the window and was stunned. From his magic beans grew a sky-high beanstalk as thick as a tree. Jack began to climb the stalk and high up among the clouds he saw a wide road. The road led him to a huge house. Jack knocked on the door. Nobody. Then he entered and was even more surprised: everything in the house was huge, enormous. Before the boy had time to look around, thunderous steps were heard on the threshold. As soon as he managed to dive under the table, which was the size of an ordinary house, a giant burst into the room. The giant sniffed and growled:
“Phi-fo-fum!”
Who is here? Who's there?
Alive, dead, come out!
Don't expect mercy from me!
Jack trembled with fear, but didn't move. And the giant threw a club into the corner and sat down at the table to dine. Having eaten to satiety, the giant took a gold coin out of his pocket, clinked it on the table, and immediately a mountain of gold grew. He counted the gold, hid it in a bag, and put the magic coin back into his pocket. Then he lay down and fell asleep. Jack jumped out from under the table, pulled out a coin from the giant and took off running.
The next morning Jack climbed the beanstalk again. Now he already knew the way. As soon as the boy had time to hide under the table, a giant stomped into the house. He unhooked three calves from his belt, roasted them, ate them, and released a little chicken from a cage in the corner. The hen cackled and laid a golden egg. The contented giant took the egg and locked the hen back in the cage. After that, he lay down and fell asleep. Jack crawled out from under the table, grabbed the cage with the hen, and was gone.
And on the third morning, indefatigable Jack climbed the beanstalk to the clouds. This time the giant brought home three rams. He quickly ate them and removed the harp from the wall. As soon as he touched her, magical music began to play. To the sounds of a wonderful melody, the giant fell asleep. Quick Jack grabbed the harp and rushed away. But the magic harp continued to play louder and louder. The giant woke up and rushed after Jack in pursuit. The ground shook under his feet. That's about to overtake the boy. But Jack managed to reach the beanstalk and began to quickly descend. Unfortunately, the giant did not lag behind, and when Jack jumped into the courtyard of his house, the shaggy head of the giant appeared from the clouds. The beanstalk trembled and twisted under the weight of the huge body. Jack was not taken aback, grabbed an ax and cut the stem. The giant with such force crashed to the ground from a height under heaven that he punched a huge hole into which he himself fell.
Jack was left with a fiat coin, a hen that lays golden eggs, and a harp that plays magic songs. And the mother hugged her son and said:
You are a brave and smart boy. How glad I am that you sold the cow for three magic beans!
Play Jack and the Beanstalk
Jack and the Beanstalk
THERE was once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son named Jack, and a cow named Milky-white. And all they had to live on was the milk the cow gave every morning, which they carried to the market and sold. But one morning Milky-white gave no milk, and they didn't know what to do.
‘What shall we do, what shall we do?’ said the widow, wringing her hands.
‘Cheer up, mother, I’ll go and get work somewhere,’ said Jack.
‘We’ve tried that before, and nobody would take you,’ said his mother; ‘we must sell Milky-white and with the money start a shop, or something.’
‘All right, mother,’ says Jack; ‘it’s market-day today, and I’ll soon sell Milky-white, and then we’ll see what we can do.’
So he took the cow's halter in his hand, and off he started. He hadn't gone far when he met a funny-looking old man, who said to him: 'Good morning, Jack.'
‘Good morning to you,’ said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name.
‘Well, Jack, and where are you off to?’ said the man.
‘I’m going to market to sell our cow there.’
‘Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell cows,’ said the man; ‘I wonder if you know how many beans make five.’
‘Two in each hand and one in your mouth,’ says Jack, as sharp as a needle.
‘Right you are,’ says the man, ‘and here they are, the very beans themselves,’ he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of strange-looking beans. ‘As you are so sharp,’ he says, ‘I don’t mind doing a swop with you–your cow for these beans.’
‘Go along,’ says Jack; ‘wouldn’t you like it?’
'Ah! you don't know what these beans are,' said the man; ‘if you plant them overnight, by morning they grow right up to the sky.’
‘Really?’ said Jack; ‘you don’t say so.’
‘Yes, that is so, and if it doesn’t turn out to be true you can have your cow back.’
‘Right,’ says Jack, and hands him over Milky-white’s halter and pockets the beans.
Back goes Jack home, and as he hadn't gone very far it wasn't dusk by the time he got to his door.
‘Back already, Jack?’ said his mother; ‘I see you haven’t got Milky-white, so you’ve sold her. How much did you get for her?’
‘You’ll never guess, mother,’ says Jack.
‘No, you don’t say so. good boy! Five pounds, ten, fifteen, no, it can't be twenty.'
‘I told you you couldn’t guess. What do you say to these beans; they're magical, plant them overnight and –'
'What!' says Jack's mother, 'have you been such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as to give away my Milky-white, the best milker in the parish, and prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans? Take that! Take that! Take that! And as for your precious beans here they go out of the window. And now off with you to bed. Not a sup shall you drink, and not a bit shall you swallow this very night.’
So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic, and sad and sorry he was, to be sure, as much for his mother's sake, as for the loss of his supper.
At last he dropped off to sleep.
When he woke up, the room looked so funny. The sun was shining into part of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. So Jack jumped up and dressed himself and went to the window. And what do you think he saw? Why, the beans his mother had thrown out of the window into the garden had sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and up and up till it reached the sky. So the man spoke truth after all.
The beanstalk grew up quite close past Jack's window, so all he had to do was to open it and give a jump on to the beanstalk which ran up just like a big ladder. So Jack climbed, and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till at last he reached the sky. And when he got there he found a long broad road going as straight as a dart. So he walked along and he walked along and he walked along till he came to a great big tall house, and on the doorstep there was a great big tall woman.
‘Good morning, mum,’ says Jack, quite polite-like. ‘Could you be so kind as to give me some breakfast?’ For he hadn’t had anything to eat, you know, the night before and was as hungry as a hunter.
‘It’s breakfast you want, is it?’ says the great big tall woman, ‘it’s breakfast you’ll be if you don’t move off from here. My man is an ogre and there's nothing he likes better than boys broiled on toast. You'd better be moving on or he'll be coming.'
‘Oh! please, mum, do give me something to eat, mum. I've had nothing to eat since yesterday morning, really and truly, mum,' says Jack. ‘I may as well be broiled as die of hunger.’
Well, the ogre's wife was not half so bad after all. So she took Jack into the kitchen, and gave him a hunk of bread and cheese and a jug of milk. But Jack hadn't half finished these when thump! thump! thump! the whole house began to tremble with the noise of someone coming.
‘Goodness gracious me! It’s my old man,’ said the ogre’s wife, ‘what on earth shall I do? Come along quick and jump in here.’ And she bundled Jack into the oven just as the ogre came in.
He was a big one, to be sure. At his belt he had three calves strung up by the heels, and he unhooked them and threw them down on the table and said: ‘Here, wife, broil me a couple of these for breakfast. Ah! what's this I smell?
'Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive or be he dead
I'll have his bones to grind my bread.'
‘Nonsense, dear,’ said his wife, ‘you’ re dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the scraps of that little boy you liked so much for yesterday's dinner. Here, you go and have a wash and tidy up, and by the time you come back your breakfast’ll be ready for you.’
So off the ogre went, and Jack was just going to jump out of the oven and run away when the woman told him not. ‘Wait till he’s asleep,’ she says; ‘he always has a dose after breakfast.’
Well, the ogre had his breakfast, and after that he goes to a big chest and takes out a couple of bags of gold, and down he sits and counts till at last his head began to nod and he began to snore till the whole house shook again.
Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven, and as he was passing the ogre he took one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he pelters till he came to the beanstalk, and then he threw down the bag of gold, which, of course, fell into his mother's garden, and then he climbed down and climbed down till at last he got home and told his mother and showed her the gold and said: 'Welt, mother, wasn't I right about the beans ? They are really magical, you see.’
So they lived on the bag of gold for some time, but at last they came to the end of it, and Jack made up his mind to try his tuck once more at the top of the beanstalk. So one fine morning he rose up early, and got on to the beanstalk, and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he till at last he came out on to the road climb again and up to the great tall house he had been to before. There, sure enough, was the great tall woman a-standing on the doorstep.
‘Good morning, mum,’ says Jack, as bold as brass, ‘could you be so good as to give me something to eat?’
‘Go away, my boy,’ said the big tall woman, ‘or else my man will eat you up for breakfast. But aren't you the youngster who came here once before? Do you know, that very day my man missed one of his bags of gold.’
‘That’s strange, mum,’ said Jack, ‘I dare say I could tell you something about that, but I’m so hungry I can’t speak till I’ve had something to eat.’
Well, the big tall woman was so curious that she took him in and gave him something to eat. But he had scarcely begun munching it as slowly as he could when thump! thump! they heard the giant's footstep, and his wife hid Jack away in the oven.
All happened as it did before. In came the ogre as he did before, said: ‘Fee-fi-fo-fum’, and had his breakfast off three broiled oxen. Then he said: ‘Wife, bring me the hen that lays the golden eggs.’ So she brought it, and the ogre said: ‘Lay,’ and it laid an egg all of gold. And then the ogre began to nod his head, and to snore till the house shook.
Then Jack crept out of the oven on tiptoe and caught hold of the golden hen, and was off before you could say ‘Jack Robinson’. But this time the hen gave a cackle which woke the ogre, and just as Jack got out of the house he heard him calling:
‘Wife, wife, what have you done with my golden hen?’ And the wife said: ‘Why, my dear?’
But that was all Jack heard, for he rushed off to the beanstalk and climbed down like a house on fire. And when he got home he showed his mother the wonderful hen, and said ‘Lay’ to it; and it laid a golden egg every time he said ‘Lay.’
Well, Jack was not content, and it wasn't long before he determined to have another try at his luck up there at the top of the beanstalk. So one fine morning, he rose up early, and got to the beanstalk, and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till he got to the top. But this time he knew better than to go straight to the ogre's house. And when he got near it, he waited behind a bush till he saw the ogre's wife come out with a pail to get some water, and then he crept into the house and got into the copper. He hadn't been there long when he heard thump! thump! thump! as before, and in came the ogre and his wife.
‘Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman,’ cried out the ogre. ‘I smell him, wife, I smell him.’
‘Do you, my dearie?’ says the ogre’s wife. ‘Then, if it’s that little rogue that stole your gold and the hen that laid the golden eggs he’s sure to have got into the oven.’ And they both rushed to the oven. But Jack wasn't there, luckily, and the ogre's wife said: 'There you are again with your fee-fi-fo-fum. Why, of course, it's the boy you caught last night that I've just broiled for your breakfast. How forgetful I am and how careless you are not to know the difference between live and dead after all these years.’
So the ogre sat down to the breakfast and ate it, but every now and then he would mutter: 'Well, I could have sworn –' and he'd get up and search the larder and the cupboards and everything, only, luckily, he didn't think of the copper.
After breakfast was over, the ogre called out: ‘Wife, wife, bring me my golden harp.’ So she brought it and put it on the table before him. Then he said: ‘Sing!’ and the golden harp sang most beautifully. And it went on singing till the ogre fell asleep, and commenced to snore like thunder.
Then Jack lifted up the copper-lid very quietly and got down like a mouse and crept on hands and knees till he came to the table, when up he crawled, caught hold of the golden harp and dashed with it towards the door. But the harp called out quite loud: ‘Master! Master!’ and the ogre woke up just in time to see Jack running off with his harp.
Jack ran as fast as he could, and the ogre came rushing after, and would soon have caught him only Jack had a start and dodged him a bit and knew where he was going. When he got to the beanstalk the ogre was not more than twenty yards away when suddenly he saw Jack disappear like, and when he came to the end of the road he saw Jack underneath climbing down for dear life. Well, the ogre didn't like trusting himself to such a ladder, and he stood and waited, so Jack got another start. But just then the harp cried out: ‘Master! Master!’ and the ogre swung himself down on to the beanstalk, which shook with his weight. Down climbs Jack, and after him climbed the ogre. By this time Jack had climbed down and climbed down and climbed down till he was very nearly home. So he called out: 'Mother! Mother! bring me an ax, bring me an ax.' And his mother came rushing out with the ax in her hand, but when she came to the beanstalk she stood stock still with fright, for there she saw the ogre with his legs just through the clouds.
But Jack jumped down and got hold of the ax and gave a chop at the beanstalk which cut it half in two. The ogre felt the beanstalk shake and quiver, so he stopped to see what was the matter. Then Jack gave another chop with the axe, and the beanstalk was cut in two and began to topple over. Then the ogre fell down and broke his crown, and the beanstalk came toppling after.
Then Jack showed his mother his golden harp, and what with showing that and selling the golden eggs, Jack and his mother became very rich, and he married a great princess, and they lived happy ever after.
Once upon a time, there was a poor widow who had her only son, Jack, and a cow named Belyanka. The cow gave milk, and the mother sold it at the market - from this they lived. But one day Belyanka stopped giving milk.
I'll try to find some work, - said Jack.
Yes, you already tried, but no one takes you, ”the mother answered angrily. - No, probably, we will have to sell our cow and open a shop with this money.
Well, so be it, Jack agreed. - Today is just a market day, and I will quickly sell Belyanka.
Jack took the reins in his hands and led the cow to the market. But I did not have time to go half way, as I met a wonderful old man.
Good morning Jack! - greeted the old man.
Good morning to you too! - answered Jack, and thought to himself: "How does the old man know my name?".
Where are you heading? the old man asked Jack.
To the market, to sell a cow.
Looks like you're good for this! the old man laughed. - Tell me, how many beans do you need to make five?
Exactly two in each hand and one in your mouth! Jack replied.
Guessed! - exclaimed the old man. - Look, here they are the same beans! - and the old man pulled out a handful of some unusual beans from his pocket. - Let's change with you - you have beans, I have a cow!
Pass by! Jack got angry.
You don't know what beans are, said the old man. - Plant them in the evening, and by morning they will grow to the sky.
Really?! Jack was surprised.
So it will be! And if not, take your cow back.
OK! - Jack agreed: he gave the old man a cow, and put the beans in his pocket.
Jack turned back and trudged home.
You're finally back, Jack! - the mother was delighted to see her son.
I see the cow is not with you, so you sold it. How much did they pay you for it?
You won't guess anything! Jack answered. - Look at these beans? They are magical. If you plant them in the evening, then ...
How?! cried Jack's mother. - You gave my beloved Belyanka for a handful of some beans? Why is God punishing me? Give me those beans! - With these words, the mother grabbed the beans and threw them out the window. - Go to sleep! You won't get dinner tonight!
Jack went upstairs to his little room and went to bed without having supper.
Soon he fell asleep.
The next morning, when Jack woke up and went to the window, he saw that the beans that his mother had thrown out of the window into the garden that evening had sprouted. The huge stalk stretched and stretched up until it had grown to the very clouds. So, the old man told the truth, and these beans are actually magical!
The beanstalk grew right next to the window. Jack opened it, jumped onto the stalk and climbed up like a tightrope. And he kept climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing until he reached the very sky. There he saw a long and wide road. Jack stepped onto this road and followed it. He walked for a long time and came to a high, high house. And at the threshold of this house stood a tall, tall woman.
Be so kind as to give me something to eat, please! Jack went to bed without supper and was now very hungry.
Did you want to eat? asked the tall, tall woman. - Get out of here as soon as possible if you don't want to be eaten yourself! My husband is a cannibal, and his favorite dish is boys roasted on a spit. Get out while you're safe, or he'll be home soon.
Ma'am, give me something to eat, please! - continued to repeat his Jack. “I haven’t had a bite in my mouth since yesterday morning, and I’m so hungry that I don’t care if they fry me or I’ll die of hunger.
The ogre's wife was actually a kind woman. She took Jack to the kitchen and gave him bread and cheese and milk. But before Jack had time to eat a piece, when suddenly the whole house shook from someone's steps.
Oh my God! It's my husband back! gasped the tall, tall woman. - Come on, come on over here!
And as soon as she managed to push Jack into the furnace, the ogre himself entered.
It was so huge that it seemed as if a whole mountain had fallen into the house. Three calves hung from his belt. The cannibal untied them, put them on his wife and said:
Come on, fry me this for breakfast! - Then he sniffed the air and asked: - And what does it smell like here?
Does it smell like something in here? - the ogre's wife was surprised. - You have misunderstood it. It probably still smells like the boy I made you for dinner yesterday. Come on, wash your face and change, and in the meantime I'll take care of your breakfast.
The ogre left the room. Jack wanted to get out of the oven and run away, but the ogre's wife stopped him.
Do not stick out, otherwise he can replace you, - she said. - After breakfast my husband usually goes to rest. When he falls asleep, you can leave.
The cannibal ate, then went to a huge chest, took out two bags of gold from it and sat down at the table to count the money. Finally, sleep overcame him, the ogre began to snore, so much so that the whole house shuddered.
Jack slowly got out of the oven, walked silently to the ogre, grabbed one bag of gold and rushed headlong to the beanstalk. He threw the bag down, and he began to go down the stem. He was in a hurry, afraid that the cannibal would not wake up. Finally, Jack was at his house.
He told his mother everything that had happened to him, handed her a bag of gold and said:
So I was right about the beans? As you can see, they are really magical!
Jack and his mother lived for some time on the money that was in the bag. But one day the bag was empty, and Jack decided to climb back to the top of the beanstalk.
Once he woke up early in the morning and began to climb the stem. He climbed and climbed until he found himself on an already familiar road. Walking along it, I reached a high-high house. Like last time, a tall, tall woman stood at the threshold.
Jack greeted her and, as if nothing had happened, asked:
Give me something to eat, please!
Get out of here quickly! - answered the ogre's wife. - Otherwise my husband will come back and eat you.
But Jack repeated his request so insistently that the ogre's wife, who was actually a kind woman, had no choice but to let the boy into the house and give him food.
Jack deliberately chewed slowly. He wanted to wait for the ogre to come home. Finally, the footsteps of the cannibal were heard, and the cannibal again hid Jack in the oven.
Then everything was the same as last time: the ogre came in and asked: "What does it smell like here?" and, after breakfast, he ordered his wife:
Bring me the hen that lays golden eggs!
The giantess brought, and the ogre ordered the hen to rush, and she laid a golden egg. Then the cannibal began to snore.
Then Jack slowly got out of the oven, grabbed the golden hen and ran away. But then the hen cackled and woke up the ogre.
Hey wife, what are you doing with my golden hen! he cried.
Jack heard these words when he was already far from the cannibal's house. He darted towards the beanstalk and flew down it. Arriving home, Jack showed his mother the chicken and ordered:
And the hen immediately laid a golden egg.
Every time Jack told her to lay, the hen would lay a golden egg.
But that wasn't enough for Jack. He decided to try his luck again in the cannibal's house.
One day he got up early and climbed the beanstalk. By the already familiar road he reached the cannibal's house, quietly made his way inside and hid in a copper cauldron.
Jack did not wait long; suddenly he hears familiar steps - the ogre enters the house with his wife.
Again I can smell that evil boy! - shouted the cannibal.
Well, if this is the scoundrel who stole your gold and a chicken with golden eggs, - says the ogre's wife, - then he is probably sitting in the stove!
And both rushed to the stove. But Jack was not there, because he hid this time in a different place.
No matter how much they searched for the boy, they did not find it.
At last the ogre sat down at the breakfast table. But he kept repeating:
And yet it seems to me that ... - and, leaving the table, he again searched all the nooks and crannies, only he did not guess to look into the copper cauldron.
After breakfast, the cannibal shouted:
Wife, bring here my golden harp!
The wife brought the harp and placed it in front of her husband.
Sing! - commanded the giant harp.
And the golden harp played so well that you will hear. She played and played until the ogre finally began to snore.
Here Jack slightly lifted the lid of the cauldron, climbed out of it slowly and walked on tiptoe to the table. Then he climbed onto the table, grabbed the golden harp and rushed to the door.
At that moment the harp called loudly:
Master! Master!
The giant shuddered, woke up and saw that Jack had stolen his harp.
Jack ran with all his might, but the ogre could not catch him, because the boy was the first to the door and also knew the way well. Jack clung to the beanstalk and saw that the ogre was catching up with him. The cannibal ran up to the beanstalk, sees that Jack is already almost down.
The giant clung to a beanstalk, and the beanstalk crackled beneath him.
Jack meanwhile descended lower and lower, and the ogre behind him. Jack was already on the roof of his house and shouted:
Mother! Bring the ax!
Mother ran out with an ax in her hands, rushed to the beanstalk, and froze in place with fear: a huge giant was descending down the stalk right to the roof of their house.
Jack jumped to the ground, grabbed an ax and hit the beanstalk so hard he almost cut it.
The ogre felt the stalk beneath him shake and froze for a moment.
Then Jack another time, with all his strength, hit the stalk with an ax and completely cut it. The stalk collapsed, and the ogre crashed to the ground and crashed.
Jack and his mother have since lived comfortably: for money they showed a golden harp and sold golden eggs. When Jack got rich, he married the princess and lived happily ever after with her.
All the best! See you soon!
Illustrations: John Patience
There was once a boy named Jack. His father died a long time ago, and he and his mother were left alone. They were very poor. More precisely, they had nothing but a single cow that gave them milk.
But, alas, the day came when the cow stopped milking, and Jack's mother decided that it was better to sell it then. She ordered to take the cow to the nearest town and sell it there at the fair. “Yes, to make it as expensive as possible,” she strictly punished. Jack set off. But as soon as he walked a couple of miles, he saw a strange little old man, barely reaching his shoulder, walking along the road towards him.
Hello boy! Sell me your cow, the old man suggested. “And in payment I will give you five beans. If you plant them in the ground, they will soon make you rich.
Before Jack had time to utter a word in response, the old man disappeared along with the cow, as if he had not been at all. Jack wondered if he had done the right thing by agreeing to such an exchange. What will the mother say to that? But the deed was done, and with a heavy heart he went back home.
How? Why are you back so soon? - the mother was surprised. - Well, how many coins did you sell the cow for?
For five beans.
What a dumbass you are! We need money so much, there is nothing in the house! the mother yelled at Jack. “And how could you come up with such a thing!”
She grabbed the beans and threw them out the window, and sent Jack to bed hungry. When Jack woke up the next morning, he couldn't recognize his little room. She was full of
pleasant greenish light. Jack went to the window and saw an amazing picture - the beans that his mother threw out of the window yesterday sprouted overnight, their shoots intertwined into a huge stalk that went up high, high into the very sky.
Jack carefully dressed himself so as not to wake his still sleeping mother, climbed over the window sill right onto the stalk and began to climb it. He was simply sure that the wealth that the old man had told him about was waiting for him up there.
Jack got higher and higher. He looked down - the ground was so far away that he was afraid, his head was spinning, and Jack almost broke and fell. He decided not to look down any longer and stubbornly climbed up. Finally, he hit the clouds, climbed a little higher and saw a long road.
Jack went down the road and soon saw a huge castle ahead. He walked up to the castle gate and knocked. Soon a huge woman opened the door for him.
Get the hell out of here," she advised Jack. “If my giant husband finds you here, he will eat you.”
Oh, please, have pity on me! Jack pleaded. I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?
The giantess took pity on Jack. She led him into the kitchen and gave him a piece of bread and cheese. Just as Jack had time to eat, heavy steps were heard outside the door and a thunderous voice roared:
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
I can smell the human spirit.
Whether you are alive or dead
Everything is the end of you.
Oh my god, this is my husband! You're in deep trouble! cried the giantess. - Get in the oven!
The giant burst into the kitchen, looked around suspiciously, sniffed the air, but his wife reassured him.
It can't smell of anything but my oatmeal,” she said, placing a giant bowl of porridge on the table.
The giant still grumbled and began to eat porridge. Having emptied the bowl, he took out several bags from the sideboard, poured out of one of them on the table a whole heap of gold coins and began to count them.
One, two, three, four...
The longer he counted, the more he yawned, and after counting to ten, he fell fast asleep. Jack, all this time, was peeping at the giant through a crack in the stove door. And, hearing snoring, he left the stove and climbed onto the table, grabbed a bag of gold coins and rushed to run.
This gold was enough for Jack and his mother for a long time, but the day came when they spent the last coin. Then Jack decided to climb up the beanstalk again and get more money. And so he did. The giantess immediately recognized him and asked where the bag of gold had gone.
I'll tell you everything, - Jack promised her, - just please feed me first.
The giantess led Jack into the castle and gave him something to eat. Again there were heavy footsteps outside the door, and again Jack had to hide. Having fed her husband, the giantess brought him a little hen.
Hen, come on, lay me an egg! - the giant ordered, and the chicken really immediately laid an egg and it was made of pure gold. Soon the giant fell asleep. Then Jack got out of the oven, grabbed a wonderful hen, ran out of the castle and quickly went down the beanstalk down to the ground right into his garden.
How happy the mother was with their new hen! She does not say to get enough of her, each time seeing more and more new golden eggs.
Now we will never starve, she said.
Time passed, but Jack got bored and decided to climb the beanstalk one more time. He guessed that the giantess would not be happy with him, and therefore he waited until she left the castle to hang clothes, and he himself crept into the castle and hid in a copper pot.
Soon the giant came home and, sniffing the air, shouted:
Boo, boo, boo, boo,
I can smell the human spirit!
Whether you are alive or dead
Everything is the end of you.
But then the giantess came and began to assure her husband that he had imagined it. The giant calmed down and sat down at the table to eat. Having eaten his fill, he shouted:
Well, wife, carry my harp!
The wife brought the harp and put it on the table.
Sing, harp! the giant ordered, and the harp softly sang a lullaby.
Soon the giant fell asleep and Jack got out of his hiding place, crept up on tiptoe to the table, grabbed the harp and rushed to run. But this time he was not so lucky as before: the harp suddenly shouted loudly: “Master! Master!" - the giant woke up and ran after the thief. Out of fear, Jack rushed faster than the wind and, reaching the beanstalk, began to descend more quickly.
Suddenly, Jack heard a terrible crack and roar, from which Jack and the beanstalk were trembling - this giant was descending after him! Jack began to descend even faster.
Mother! he shouted as he fell to the ground. “Hurry, bring an ax!”
Picking up an ax, Jack swung, slashed at the beanstalk and cut it with three blows. The beanstalk swayed, the top of its head peeking through the clouds, and fell to the ground with all its might. And along with the beanstalk, with a terrible roar and roar, the giant himself collapsed. The earth trembled - from the blow the giant punched such a huge hole in it that he could not get out of it.
The beanstalk was withered, but it didn't matter anymore, because the hen was diligently laying golden eggs, and the harp sang, and Jack and his mother never felt need again.
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English fairy tales for children. Jack and the beanstalk
