TRANSLATING A RUSSIAN FAIRYTALE!!! It’s called thumbelina!
There lived a woman. She didn’t have any children, but she wanted to have one so bad. She visited an old witch and bought from her a magic seed. She planted it at home in a flower pot, and from it grew a big and wonderful flower.
— Ah, what a beautiful flower! — exlaimed the woman and kissed the flower bud.
And something in that flower clicked, and it fully opened. Inside it, on a green chair (?), sat a beautiful girl, not bigger than a thumb.
And so the woman called her - Thumbelina.
Once at night, a toad got into the house, that lived in the swamp with her son. She took Thumbelina and carried her away.
— my son!— she said. — He will be your husband, and you’ll nicely live with him in the muck.
But the girl didn’t want to marry her gross son. She sat on a lotus and cried. The small fishes pitied her, and bit down on a leaf stalk. The wind carried Thumbelina fastly-fastly from the terrible frog and her ugly son.
The whole summer Thumbelina lived singularly in the woods. She knitted a bed from grass and hung it under a burdock leaf, ate sweet flower pollen and drank dew.
And so passed the whole summer, the whole fall, and the cold winter was approaching.
The girl’s dress wore out, and her bed was soaked with autumn rains. The girl left the forest and seeked for shelter for a long time.
Suddenly, Thumbelina saw a burrow, and inside it lived a rich fieldmouse.
— Well, come here quickly! Eat and warm yourself up! — said the mouse and let the girl in through the narrow door. She was a nice old lady.
The mouse told her neighbor about the girl — the neighbor was a mole, and he paid them a visit.
The mole was mesmerized by her beauty and decided to marry her. They started to prepare the wedding. Thumbelina was very sad: they didn’t let her out to sunbathe and the only thing she could do is walk through the passages that were dug by the mole.
The mole warned Thumbelina, that somewhere lived a dead bird, so that she wouldn’t get startled. And once, while strolling, Thumbelina saw the dead martlet. At night, Thumbelina snuck to the bird and covered her with a pretty blanket to warm the poor up.
And the bird regained consciousness! She was able to hear its heart beating.
But the swallow was still very weak. Thumbelina secretly took care of the bird. She really grew to love it and got attached to it.
The martlet told the girl, how it got its wing hurt against a thorn bush, and how it wasn’t able to fly away with the rest of the martlet flock into the warmer climes.
The mouse and the mole didn’t know about anything: they didn’t visit where the bird was, since they didn’t like birds.
As soon as spring came and the sun warmed ground, the martlet, now fully strengthened, told the girl.
— I know warmer climes, it’s far away from here. It’s always warm there, come with me, dear little girl! — called the martlet.
Thumbelina was delighted, since she didn’t want to marry the ugly mole and live under ground, never seeing the sunlight.
— Yes, I’ll come with you! — she hopped onto the back of the little bird and tied herself with her sash to a big feather.
And here are the warmer climes! The sun here shined much brighter.
On the shore of a lake stood a white marble castle, under its roof were martlet nests.
In one of the nests lived the martlet we know. She placed Thumbelina on a petal of a flower.
Now that’s a marvel! Inside the flower sat a small human! They liked each other, and the elf prince, which was the small human, proposed to Thumbelina to marry him and become the queen of flowers.
She placed a golden crown on Thumbelina’s head, and the elves gifted Thumbelina transparent dragonfly wings.
