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Alexander Alan Milne Winnie-the-Pooh
IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN
| Chapter 2,|
IN WHICH POOH GOES VISITING AND GETS INTO A TIGHT PLACE
| Chapter 3,|
IN WHICH POOH AND PIGLET GO HUNTING AND NEARLY CATCH A WOOZLE
IN WHICH EEYORE LOSES A TAIL AND POOH FINDS ONE
IN WHICH PIGLET MEETS A HEFFALUMP
IN WHICH KANGA AND BABY ROO COME TO THE FOREST, AND PIGLET HAS A BATH
IN WHICH CHRISTOPHER ROBIN LEADS AN EXPOTITION TO THE NORTH POLE
IN WHICH PIGLET IS ENTIRELY SURROUNDED BY WATER
IN WHICH WE ARE INTRODUCED TO WINNIE-THE-POOH AND SOME BEES, AND THE STORIES BEGIN
в которой мы знакомимся с Винни-Пухом и некоторыми пчелами, и наши истории начинаются
HERE is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now
(ЗДЕСЬ находится Эдвард Медведь , идущий вниз по лестнице сейчас),
bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin
(бам, бам, бам — на своём заду его головы сзади Кристофера Робина).
It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs
(это есть так далеко как он знает — единственный путь спускания по лестнице),
but sometimes he feels that there really is another way
(но иногда он чувствует, что там действительно есть другой путь),
if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it
(если только он мог остановить бамканье на секунду и подумать подумать о нем).
And then he feels that perhaps there isn't
(и тогда он чувствует, что, возможно, там есть не такой способ).
Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you
(так или иначе, здесь он есть внизу, и готов быть представленным вам).
When I first heard his name (когда я впервые услышал его имя),
I said, just as you are going to say
(я сказал, как раз как вы есть идущие к сказать),
“But I thought he was a boy
(но я думал, он был мальчик)?”
“So did I,” said Christopher Robin
("так делал я», сказал Кристофер Робин).
“Then you can't call him Winnie (тогда ты можешь не звать его Винни)?”
“I don't (я делаю не»).”
“But you said — (но ты сказал)”
“He's Winnie-ther-Pooh (он есть Винни-тот сааамый-Пух).
Don't you know what 'ther' means
(разве ты не знаешь, что THE(R)- (он просто тянет звук "Э")значит)?”
“Ah, yes, now I do (а, да, теперь я знаю),”
I said quickly; and I hope you do too
(я сказал быстро, и я надеюсь, вы вы делаете тоже),
because it is all the explanation you are going to get
(потому что это есть все объяснение, вы есть идущие получить).
Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs
(иногда Винни-Пух любит игру какого-нибудь сорта, когда он спускается по лестнице),
and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story
(а иногда он любит посидеть тихо перед огнем и слушать историю).
This evening— (этим вечером)
“What about a story?” said Christopher Robin
(что об истории? — сказал Кристофер Робин).
“What about a story?” I said
(что насчет истории? — сказал я).
“Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one
(не мог бы ты очень сладко рассказать Винни-Пуху одну)?”
“I suppose I could,” I said
(я полагаю, я мог бы, — я сказал).
“What sort of stories does he like
(какого типа истории делает он любить)?”
“About himself (о себе).
Because he's that sort of Bear
(потому что он есть такой сорт Медведя).”
“Oh, I see (о, я вижу).”
“So could you very sweetly
(Так мог бы ты очень сладко)?”
“I'll try,” I said (я попробую, — я сказал).
So I tried (Так я попробовал).
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С уважением Vlad
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.
(“What does 'under the name' mean?” asked Christopher Robin. “It means he had the name
over the door in gold letters, and lived under it.”
“Winnie-the-Pooh wasn't quite sure,” said Christopher Robin.
“Now I am,” said a growly voice.
“Then I will go on,” 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
Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to
First of all he said to himself: “That buzzing-noise means something. You don't get a buzzingnoise
like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there's a buzzingnoise,
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.”
Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know
of is making honey.”
And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” 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?
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 Song. He was
nearly there now, and if he just s t o o d o n t h a t branch...
“Oh, help!” said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
“If only I hadn't—“ he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
“You see, what I meant to do,” he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to
another branch thirty feet below, “what I meant to do—”
“Of course, it was rather—“ he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six
“It all comes, I suppose,” he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three
times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, “it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!”
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.
(“Was that me?” said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.
“That was you.”
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and
So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green
door in another part of the Forest.
“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said.
“Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.
“I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you?”
“Yes, 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.”
“What do you want a balloon for?” 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: “Honey!”
“But you don't get honey with balloons!”
“I do,” 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.
“Which one would you like?” you asked Pooh. He put his head between his paws and thought
“It's like this,” he said. “When 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
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?”
“Wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon?” you asked.
“They might or they might not,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. “You never can tell with bees.” He
thought for a moment and said: “I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive
“Then you had better have the blue balloon,” 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 there—level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet
away from it.
“Hooray!” you shouted.
“Isn't that fine?” shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you. “What do I look like?”
“You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon,” you said.
“Not,” said Pooh anxiously, “—not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?”
“Not very much.”
“Ah, well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees.”
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.
“Christopher Robin!” he said in a loud whisper.
“I think the bees suspect something!”
“What sort of thing?”
“I don't know. But something tells me that they're suspicious!”
“Perhaps they think that you're after their honey?”
“It may be that. You never can tell with bees.”
There was another little silence, and then he called down to you again.
“Have you an umbrella in your house?”
“I think so.”
“I 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.”
Well, you laughed to yourself, “Silly old Bear !” but you didn't say it aloud because you were
so fond of him, and you went home for your umbrella.
“Oh, there you are!” called down Winnie-the-Pooh, as soon as you got back to the tree. “I was
beginning to get anxious. I have discovered that the bees are now definitely Suspicious.”
“Shall I put my umbrella up?” you said.
“Yes, 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?”
“A 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!”
So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this
How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.
“How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!”
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.
“Christopher—ow!—Robin,” called out the cloud.
“I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong
sort of bees.”
“Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn't
“Yes. So I think I shall come down.”
“How?” asked you.
Winnie-the-Pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fall—bump—
and he didn't like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said:
“Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon with your gun. Have you got your gun?”
“Of course I have,” you said. “But if I do that, it will spoil the balloon,” you said. But if you
don't” said Pooh, “I shall have to let go, and that would spoil me.”
When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very carefully at the balloon, and
“Ow!” said Pooh.
“Did I miss?” you asked.
“You didn't exactly miss,” said Pooh, “but you missed the balloon.”
“I'm so sorry,” 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 think—but I am not sure—that that is why he was always called
“Is that the end of the story?” asked Christopher Robin.
“That's the end of that one. There are others.”
“About Pooh and Me?”
“And Piglet and Rabbit and all of you. Don't you remember?”
“I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.”
“That day when Pooh and Piglet tried to catch the Heffalump—”
“They didn't catch it, did they?”
“Pooh couldn't, because he hasn't any brain. Did I catch it?”
“Well, that comes into the story.”
Christopher Robin nodded.
“I do remember,” he said, “only 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.”
“That's just how I feel,” 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, “Coming to see me have my bath?” “I
didn't hurt him when I shot him, did I?” “Not a bit.” He nodded and went out, and in a moment I
heard Winnie-the-Pooh—bump, bump, bump—going up the stairs behind him.
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