IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN
HERE is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.
When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, УBut I thought he was a boy?Ф УSo did I,Ф said Christopher Robin. УThen you can't call him Winnie?Ф УI don't.Ф УBut you saidФ УHe's Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don't you know what 'ther' means ?"
УAh, yes, now I do,Ф I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation\объ€снение\ you are going to get.
Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This eveningЧ УWhat about a story?Ф said Christopher Robin. УWhat about a story?Ф I said. УCould you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?Ф УI suppose I could,Ф I said. УWhat sort of stories does he like?Ф УAbout himself. Because he's that sort of Bear." УOh, I see". УSo could you very sweetly?" УI'll try,Ф I said. So I tried.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.
УWhat does 'under the name' mean?Ф asked Christopher Robin. УIt means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it.Ф УWinnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,Ф said Christopher Robin. УNow I am,Ф said a growly \
рычащий\ voice. УThen I will go on,Ф said I.)
One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing-noise. Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First of all he said to himself: УThat buzzing-noise means something. You don't get a buzzing noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee.Ф Then he thought another long time, and said: УAnd the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.Ф And then he got up, and said: УAnd the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.Ф So he began to climb the tree He climbed and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself.
It went like this:
Isn't it funny How a bear likes honey? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does? 3.
Then he climbed a little further... and a little further... and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.
It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if the Bees were Bears), We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.
He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining\выражающую недовольство\ Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just s t o o d o n t h a t branch... Crack ! УOh, help!Ф said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him. УIf only I hadn't" Ч he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch. УYou see, what I meant to do,Ф - he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, Уwhat I meant to do"ЧУOf course, it was rather ЧУ he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches. УIt all comes, I suppose,Ф he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, Уit all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!Ф He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.
(УWas that me?Ф said Christopher Robin in an awed \благоговейным\ voice, hardly daring to believe it. УThat was you.Ф Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker.) So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the Forest.
УGood morning, Christopher Robin,Ф he said. УGood morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh,Ф said you. УI wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?Ф УA balloon?Ф УYes, I just said to myself coming along: 'I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?' I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.Ф УWhat do you want a balloon for?Ф you said. Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper:
УHoney!Ф УBut you don't get honey with balloons!Ф УI do,Ф said Pooh. Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit's relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you. УWhich one would you like?Ф you asked Pooh. He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully. УIt's like this,Ф he said. УWhen you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only 4.
part of the tree, and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?Ф УWouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon?Ф you asked. УThey might or they might not,Ф said Winnie-the-Pooh. УYou never can tell with bees.Ф He thought for a moment and said: УI shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive them.Ф УThen you had better have the blue balloon,Ф you said; and so it was decided. Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed thereЧlevel with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from it. УHooray!Ф you shouted. УIsn't that fine?Ф shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. УWhat do I look like?Ф УYou look like a Bear holding on to a balloon,Ф you said. УNot,Ф said Pooh anxiously, УЧ not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?Ф УNot very much.Ф УAh, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees.Ф There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey. After a little while he called down to you. УChristopher Robin!Ф he said in a loud whisper. УHallo!Ф УI think the bees suspect something!Ф УWhat sort of thing?Ф УI don't know. But something tells me that they're suspicious!Ф УPerhaps they think that you're after their honey?Ф УIt may be that. You never can tell with bees.Ф There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again. УChristopher Robin!Ф УYes?Ф УHave you an umbrella in your house?Ф УI think so.Ф УI wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain. ' I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees.Ф Well, you laughed to yourself, УSilly old Bear!Ф but you didn't say it aloud because you were so fond of him, and you went home for your umbrella. УOh, there you are!Ф called down Winnie-the-Pooh, as soon as you got back to the tree. УI was beginning to get anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now definitely Suspicious.Ф УShall I put my umbrella up?Ф you said. УYes, but wait a moment. We must be practical. The important bee to deceive is the Queen Bee. Can you see which is the Queen Bee from down there?Ф УNo.Ф УA pity. Well, now, if you walk up and down with your umbrella, saying, 'Tut-tut, it looks like rain,' I shall do what I can by singing a little Cloud Song, such as a cloud might sing... Go!Ф So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song: 5. How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue! Every little cloud Always sings aloud. УHow sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue!Ф It makes him very proud To be a little cloud.
The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left their nests and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got up again. УChristopherЧow!ЧRobin,Ф called out the cloud. УYes?Ф УI have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees.Ф УAre they?Ф УQuite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn't you?Ф УWould they?Ф УYes. So I think I shall come down.Ф УHow?Ф asked you. Winnie-the-Pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fallЧbumpЧ and he didn't like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said: УChristopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you got your gun?Ф УOf course I have,Ф you said. УBut if I do that, it will spoil the balloon,Ф you said. "But if you don'tФ said Pooh, УI shall have to let go, and that would spoil me.Ф When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very carefully at the balloon, and fired. УOw!Ф said Pooh. УDid I miss?Ф you asked. УYou didn't exactly miss,Ф said Pooh, Уbut you missed the balloon.Ф УI'm so sorry,Ф you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground. But his arms were so stiff from holding on to the string of the balloon all that time that they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week, and whenever a fly came and settled on his nose he had to blow it off. And I thinkЧbut I am not sureЧthat that is why he was always called Pooh.
УIs that the end of the story?Ф asked Christopher Robin. УThat's the end of that one. There are others.Ф УAbout Pooh and Me?Ф УAnd Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don't you remember?Ф УI do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.Ф УThat day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the HeffalumpЧФ УThey didn't catch it, did they?Ф УNo.Ф УPooh couldn't, because he hasn't any brain. Did I catch it?Ф УWell, that comes into the story.Ф Christopher Robin nodded. УI do remember,Ф he said, Уonly Pooh doesn't very well, so that's why he likes having it told to
him again. Because then it's a real story and not just a remembering.Ф УThat's just how I feel,Ф I said.
Christopher Robin gave a deep sigh, picked his Bear up by the leg, and walked off to the door, trailing Pooh behind him. At the door he turned and said, УComing to see me have my bath?Ф УI didn't hurt him when I shot him, did I?Ф УNot a bit.Ф He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-PoohЧbump, bump, bumpЧgoing up the stairs behind him.