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                                                          - Alan Bennett

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we wish you many great reading experiences while reading and illustrating stories.

Lucie Tkačíková sends a story for AYŞE KAN

It is so that he gives everything that is best to eat. into the cake, everything you like to eat, and then the cake is the best if you put the five best foods like this, it's five times better, if you put ten of them there, it's ten times better. But we'll put a hundred of them in there and we'll have a cake a hundred times better!” “Right,” said the cat, “we'll make the best cake ever.” The dog and the cat took their aprons and started cooking. They took flour, milk and egg and mixed it. "The cake must be sweet," said the cat, pouring sugar into it. "And a little salty too," said the dog, putting salt in there. "And now we put butter and jam in there," said the cat. "Jam, not here, I don't like it," said the dog, "we'll make room over there." Tinned curds, I like that very much." So they put some curds in there. "I don't think it's greasy enough," said the cat, "we must put bacon rinds in there."

"And nuts." so that they don't forget," said the dog, and poured a cone of nuts into it. "Nuts are good," approved the cat, "but surely a cucumber should go there, too," and she put the cucumber in there. "And the bones," cried the dog, "that's where we have to go."Give me some bones!" So they put many bones in the cake. "And yet some mice, mice are so hard for me happy!" he remembered the cat and put four mice in the cake. "Okay, and now some burritos, lots of them peppers, that's something for me," said the dog and put a few burritos in there. "And the main thing!" she said. "We have to put the whipped cream in there!" They put a full pot of cream in there. "A little onion," said the dog, and put the onion there. "And chocolate," said the kitty, adding chocolate to it. "And the sauce!" thought the dog and they put the sauce in there. So they put and mixed everything possible into their cake, they also put garlic, pepper and mixed it lard and candies, crackers and cinnamon, semolina and cottage cheese, gingerbread and vinegar, cocoa and cabbage, one head They put goose, raisins and everything possible in the cake, but they didn't put bread in it, because dogs and cats don't like bread very much. 

                                                                                                Autor: Josef Čapek

Illustrations by the AYŞE KAN team

AYŞE KAN sends a story for Lucie Tkáčiková

Keloğlan ve Miller'ın hikayesi. Keloğlan ve zavallı annesi ciddi maddi sıkıntılar içerisinde yaşam mücadelesi verdiler. Bir parça kuru ekmek ve bir parça peynirle günlerce hayatta kalabiliyorlardı. Komşularına göre tarlaları çok küçük ve verimsizmiş, bir yıl öyle bir kıtlık olmuş ki bağlar kurumuş, mısır tarlaları bodur kalmış. Kış zamanı yaklaşmış, anne kel çocuğu karşısına almış ve uzun uzun konuşmuş onunla: - Ah oğlum, oğlum temiz ve oğlum kel, tepelerin doruklarına baktım. Bu yıl kış hızla gelecek ve hava tamamen karanlık olacak. Zaman kaybetmeden gerekli hazırlıkları yapmalıyız. Annesi "Git bir iş bul" dedi. "Keloğlan nerede ve nasıl iş bulacağını uzun süre düşündü." Daha sonra taşındı ve iş aramaya başladı. İlk başta mağazalara baktı ama iş bulamadı. 

"Değirmeni kontrol edeyim" dedi. İş bulma umuduyla fabrikaya gitti. 

Daha sonra yaşlı amcasını orada görünce üzüldü. Sana bir teklif yapayım, her gün buraya gelip bedava çalışayım. Sizce Keloğlan bunu neden yaptı? Tabii yardım için... Eve gelip olanları annesine anlatmaya başlayınca annesi yüksek sesle bağırıp ağlamaya başladı: "Bu ne kadar saflık? Bir türlü kurtulamadık." Keloğlan her gün değirmene gider, değirmenciye yardım ederdi. Sonunda karanlık kış geldi ve kimse ekmek bulamadı. Keloğlan ve annesi de açlıktan ölüyordu ama bu uzun sürmedi. Bir gün Keloğlan'ın kapısı çalınır ve kendisine bir hediye getirilir. Hediye paketi buğday, yiyecek ve içeceklerle doluydu. Bu paket değirmenciden gelmiş ve Keloğlan bu iyiliğinin karşılığını kısa sürede almış.

Illustrations from the Lucie Tkáčiková team

Daniela Benková sends a story for Birsen Konat

A fairy tale about a painted egg

Once upon a time there was a hen and she laid an egg. Where? Under the fence. And then? What happened to the egg under the fence? He was found by a little girl who had a beautiful braid. The little girl said, "What a beautiful egg." Pretty is pretty, but she'd be even prettier if she were green like me," said the grass. "She's pretty, pretty, but she'd be even prettier if she were yellow like me," said the dandelion. nice, but it would be even nicer if it was red like me," said the ribbon.What did the little girl do with the egg she found under the fence? Did the little girl with the braid ask the grass to give her the color green? And did she give it to her? She gave three drops and added one more. Then the little girl with the braid asked the dandelion if she would give him yellow paint as a present.

And did she give it to her? She gave five drops and added one more. Then the little girl with the braid asked the ribbon if she would give it red. And did she give it to her? She gave seven drops and added one more. Then the little girl painted a red ribbon, a yellow dandelion and green grass on the egg. That was beautiful! Even the sun has never seen a more beautiful egg. So it woke up the willow by the stream, the trees in the orchard, the bees in the beehive, the flowers in the meadow, and the boy who liked to sleep. And what happened after that? Mud grew on the willow, buds appeared on the trees, bees flew out of the hive, flowers bloomed in the meadow, and the boy who liked to sleep jumped out of bed and shouted cheerfully: "Zuzanka, give me the painted egg!" And guess what, she gave it to him? She gave and added one more. You know why? Because the sun was shining beautifully, trees were blooming, bees were buzzing, flowers were smelling and people were happy that it was spring. And so the fairy tale about the painted egg ended.                         

                                                                                    Author: Hana Zelinová 

Illustrations by the Birsen Konat team

Birsen Konat sends a story for Daniela Benkova

WITH A STRIPE AND A FLOWER

Once upon a time. It was a very hot summer day. The sun was roasting the surroundings. For days, not a drop of rain fell on the ground. All the flowers bowed their necks. They were about to die of thirst. A stream flowed nearby. But the flowers could not get into the water of the stream. The flowers begged the cicada. They said, "Bring us some water from the stream, or we will die." But the insects were very lazy. He did not carry water to the flowers. He sat on a tree and continued his song. This time the flowers begged the butterfly. But he showed his beautiful wings and said, "If I go near the water, my wings will break." Then it flew away. Grouse heard the sound of flowers. He felt very sorry for them. It brought water from the stream drop by drop to them with its beak. He used his beak to leave a little water at the bottom of each flower. Thus the flowers were saved from death. 

The grouse's beak is small. For every flower he once flew into the stream. After reaching the last flower, he fell into the grass from exhaustion. He fell asleep there. While the grouse slept, a gentle rain fell. The flowers were happy. They got water. They were saved from drying out. One of the flowers said: “If it weren't for the ostrich, we'd all be dry until it rained. "He actually saved us," he said. All the flowers agreed with him. They decided to protect Derrick. The flowers bent down and spread their petals over the hawk. So the pants didn't get too wet from the rain. He slept comfortably. As it happens in fairy tales, a miracle happened. The colors of the flowers, which were wet from the rain, flowed onto the grouse. He painted the bird in different colors. When the bird woke up, the other birds said: "Colorful bird, beautiful bird, who are you?" they asked. Because they couldn't recognize him. The little grouse was surprised. He flew to the edge of the stream and looked at the water. What do you see when you look at the water? It was a beautiful bird adorned with colorful feathers. Grouse was very happy. So he was rewarded for his good deed. 

Author of children's books: Gülçin Alpöge

Illustrations by Daniela Benková's team

Serap TAŞ sends a story for Vasilic Caprarescu

The bubbling apple!

One late autumn day, there was an apple hanging on the top of a wild apple tree. Rabbits, who were running through the forest, saw the apple. But how to get it from there? The apple was high, and he couldn't jump to it! – Crra – crra! ...it was heard from above from a fir tree.:- Hey, Cioaro, tear that apple from the top for me too! The crow flew from the fir tree and tore the apple. But he didn't manage to hold it in his beak, and the apple fell. - Thank you, Cioaro! cried Iepurici happily and started to pick up the apple from the bottom, but it was as if it was alive, the apple had fallen right on the hedgehog Ţeposilă, - Wait, wait! cried Bunny Where are you running with my apple? This is my apple, said Teposila.. Cioara flew closer and said:- You are arguing for nothing. This is my apple because I plucked it from the tree. 

  And a fight started between the three, because they could no longer understand each other.Each shouted in his own way.Screams, great commotion throughout the forest and the map begins. The crow hits the Hedgehog with its beak in the nose, the Hedgehog stings the Bunny with its spikes in the tail, and the Bunny hits the Crow with its paw over the beak. But here comes the cousin Old Martin, the bear who grumbles angrily: - Well, but what happened here? What's with this noise? Everyone rushes to him and says:

- You, Santa Martine, are the biggest and smartest in the forest. Please judge us fairly. And they told the bear everything that had happened. Santa Martin sat and thought what he thought, scratched his right ear and said.- Here it is, was the opinion of Grandfather Martin, - you are all right, and therefore each of you has the right to receive the apple!- Yes, but it's only one apple! they all jumped with the mouth of the.Rabbit, the Rabbit and the Crow.- Divide the apple into equal parts and let everyone take a piece. They all burst out in one voice:- How come we didn't come up with this idea before?!And everyone ate their piece of apple, and everyone was satisfied that Santa Martin made a fair judgment and did not wrong anyone.

Illustrations by Vasilica Caprarescu team

Vasilica Caprarescu, Se rap TAŞ  için bir hikaye sundu

Once upon a time. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Cahit in a sieve of straw.Cahit was a very happy and cheerful child. He said he would be a poet when I grow up. He was always writing, composing, and thinking of poems.Then one day, when he started high school, his teacher saw Cahit's work and saw a light in him. "You may be a poet in the future, you should develop a little more, I'm sure your arrival will be even more beautiful," he said. Cahit continued to write and collected all the poems and published a poetry book.All of Cahit's friends bought Cahit's poetry book with admiration and had him sign it.

Illustrations by Serap TAŞ team

Nilüfer Balık sends a story for Konstantin Lyroni

Bir zamanlar Pamuk Prenses adında çok güzel bir kız yaşarmış. Üvey annesi onun güzelliğini kıskanıyordu. Bir gün askere kendisini ormana bırakmasını söyledi. Pamuk Prenses ormanda yaşayan 7 cüceyle birlikte yaşamaya başladı. Ormanda harika vakit geçiriyorlardı. Üvey annesi Pamuk Prenses'in yaşadığını öğrenince ona kötülük yapmak istedi. Yaşlı bir kadın kılığına girerek evine gitti. Sepetinde çok güzel kırmızı elmalar vardı. Elmalardan birini Pamuk Prenses'e verdi ama elmalar zehirliydi.

Pamuk Prenses elmayı ısırınca bayıldı. Cüceler eve gelince Pamuk Prenses için çok ağlamışlar ve ona ağacın altına bir yatak yapmışlar. Yakışıklı bir prens, Pamuk Prenses'in dillere destan güzelliğini duymuş ve onu arıyormuş. Onu bulduğunda cüceler Pamuk Prenses'e olanları anlattı.

Prens eğilip Pamuk Prenses'in güzel gözlerini öptü. Sevginin gücüyle Pamuk Prenses'in aklı başına geldi ve birbirlerini çok sevdiler. Bundan sonra yedi cücelerle birlikte sarayda mutlu bir hayat yaşadılar.

Illustrations by the team of Konstantina Lyroni

Konstantina Lyroni sends the story to Nilüfer Balık

[The Last Seahorse]

Anglerfish, the wise fish that is different -

unique from all others because of the shape of the body -

his eye, but who always finds solutions for everything

difficult, lately he has been studying the

bottom problems. One day he came and met him one

narwhal (type of fish) and discussed his problem with him.

– Tell me, where are you from? [anglerfish asked him]

- From the ends of the ocean, from the land of ice. listen -

as for you, for courage and wisdom, and I came to know you -

let me tell you about a really big one

problem.

Really ; What is this?

– Fishermen are no longer the only danger! Now

there are also collectors! They collect all the weird stuff

creatures of the seabed and make them exhibits  in their shop windows! their If you are caught by them, woe to you! After wa sa -

needles, often called "investigations", you end up with -

adorn the windows of their living rooms.

The anglerfish was also listening in amazement to the narwhal

continued:

– I am a target, but so far I have managed well

i escaped But there are entire species that are at risk

disappear! Yes, the seahorses, the sea horses,

they have almost disappeared. Only one lives, the last one

hippocampus! And if the collector catches him too, then...

– This should not be done, anglerfish shouted. All

they have a right to life. After all, if entire species disappear, then the balance of nature on the seabed will be disturbed!

We will all be in danger!

– How glad you are to understand the real problems of the seabed!

I hope you do something. But I have to go now. I can't stay for

far away from the ice world.

- Βye,my dear friend. Be careful, and as for the last seahorse,

keep calm, i'll take care of it.

The seabass found the anglerfish distressed and

melancholy.

– But what do you have? He asked him.

With anger, but also with sadness, he told them about what he learned from the narwhal

– You disturbed me with what you told me, said the sea bass. But there is no reason to

you are upset! We will make a sea-wide commission for protection

of the last seahorse!

                                                                                   Vangelis Iliopoulos                                      

Ilustrácie tímu Nilüfer Balık

Lucie Khasová sends a story for Daniela Virágová

Petr Horáček: Yenmemiş keçi

Obur bir keçi, ot çiğnemekten yorulur ve yeni bir şey denemeye karar verir... 

Bütün çiftliği dolaşır, kediye bir bardak süt verir, domuz için patates kabuklarını düzenler, çiftçinin kızının ayakkabısını ve hatta çiftçinin külotunu soyar. Hastalanmasına şaşmamalı. Yeşile dönüyor, sarıya dönüyor, maviye dönüyor... Ve bir hafta boyunca iyileşiyor - Pazartesi günü hıçkırıkları duruyor, Salı günü başı dönmeyi bırakıyor, Çarşamba günü bol bol geğiriyor... Ve hafta sonları o eskisi oluyor yine öğretilemez keçi. Ta ki terk edilmiş bir bot bulana kadar...

Ilustrácie Daniela Virágová team

Daniela Virágová sends the story for Lucia Khasova 

"Stork and Frog"

Branch by branch, branch by branch, sang the stork flying in the sky.  It was spring and this stork kept flying to the abandoned chimney and then back to the nearby forest.  He gradually carried the twigs and placed them on top of the chimney. You were building their nest there.  He was looking forward to having his beloved lady stork move in with him when he finished and they would be able to have a little flock of baby storks together.  The nest had to be built. And it's not just like that. Apply everything nicely and stack it on top of each other to make the nest strong and cozy. A magpie watched the stork from afar. She flies to him, sits on the nearest roof and says: “I don't understand why you are so picky about this. That's completely useless work, stork. And how else am I supposed to do it?" asked the stork in amazement.  Maybe the magpie knows faster," she thought.  

 "At this rate, you'd rather hit yourself than build up for sure. Branch by branch. This is very lengthy. It is better to find an abandoned nest from last year. After someone. You are now done. You don't have to do anything," explained the Magpie. The Stork thought for a moment. But he felt that it wasn't right. "No, no, Magpie. You'd better make your own nest. It's nice to build it. Just so I know it's strong enough and it will be good for my family. The stork thought. But he felt it was not right. "No, no, magpie. Better make your own nest. It's nice to build it. Just so I know it is strong enough and will be good for my family. I don't mind working on it. "Besides, you feel good that you built your own wings and beak," he answered finding the stork and flew away from the nest. He got more branches. It's better to leave the nest from last year. Now you're done. He doesn't have to do anything," explained the magpie. The stork thought. But he felt it was not right. "No, no, magpie. Better make your own nest. It's nice to build it. Just so I know it is strong enough and will be good for my family. 

Never mind that it makes you feel good that he built the nest himself Besides his own wings and beak," replied the stork, flying off after gathering more branches. "Pche, what do you think," answered the magpie and flew off to look for an abandoned nest. But soon you will, for sure. She immediately got to work and boasted how well she had thought of it. And without work. There was a strong wind that evening. It wasn't always anymore, he blew and wide. The stork hid in the nest. It wasn't quite finished yet. It was just the way he wanted it. It mattered to him. A magpie was also hiding in the nest. What did he cause. But when the wind really got into it, the old crow's nest flew in all directions. The magpie did not know where to hide. She looked around. Finally, she saw a stork building a nest on the chimney. As soon as the wind died down a little, she started running. he quickly flew after the stork and begged: “Please, can I hide with you? I have nowhere to go. My nest has crumbled. The stork was a good person, that's why he liked the magpie. So he made a place for her next to him.

By morning the wind calmed down. When the stork opened his eyes, he heard someone nearby chanting, "Twig by twig, twig by twig." It was a magpie. She carried more wood to the stork's nest so he could continue building the nest. "What do you do?" asked the stork. "I'm helping you. I'm bringing you materials for the nest. For letting me stay the night. You were right, laziness doesn't pay. If I'd built a decent nest like you, I'd have a place now." The stork just smiled and was pleased to be praised for such hard work. When they finished his nest on the chimney, they also built a house for a magpie nearby. To this day, the magpie and the stork are friends and neighbors. on this day, the magpie and the stork are both friends and neighbors.

Illustrations from the Lucie Khasová team