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1 haycorns; èñêàæ¸ííîå acorns — æ¸ëóäè (àâòîðñêîå óïîòðåáëåíèå)
“Hallo, Eeyore!” said Pooh, “This is Tigger.”
“What is Tigger?” said Eeyore.
“This,” explained Pooh and Piglet together, and Tigger smiled the happiest smile and said nothing.
“He’s just come,” explained Piglet.
Eeyore thought for a long time and then said,
“When is he going?”
Pooh explained to Eeyore that Tigger was a great friend of Christopher Robin, and Piglet explained to Tigger that he mustn’t mind what Eeyore said because he was always gloomy; and Eeyore explained to Piglet that, on the contrary, he was feeling particularly cheerful this morning; and Tigger explained to anybody who was listening that he hadn’t had any breakfast yet.
“Tiggers always eat thistles,”1 said Pooh. “So that was why we came to see you, Eeyore.”
“Don’t mention it, Pooh.”
“Oh, Eeyore, I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to see you.”
“Quite-quite. But your new stripy friend — naturally, he wants his breakfast. What did you say his name was?”
“Then come this way, Tigger.”
Eeyore led the way to the most thistly-looking patch2 of thistles that ever was and waved a hoof at it.
“A little patch I was keeping for my birthday,” he said, “but, after all, what are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow. Help yourself, Tigger.”
1 thistles — ÷åðòîïîëîõ
Tigger thanked him and looked a little anxiously at Pooh.
“Are these really thistles?” he whispered.
“Yes,” said Pooh.
“What Tiggers like best?”
“That’s right,” said Pooh.
“I see,” said Tigger.
So he took a large mouthful.
“Oh!” said Tigger.
He sat down and he put his paw in his mouth.
“What’s the matter?” asked Pooh.
“Hot!” mumbled Tigger.
“Your friend,” murmured Eeyore, “appears to have bitten on a bee.”1
1 appears to have, bitten on a bee — çä. êàæåòñÿ, åìó ïîïàëà â ðîò ï÷åëà è óæàëèëà åãî
Pooh’s friend stopped shaking his head and explained that Tiggers didn’t like thistles.
“Then why spoil a perfectly good one?” asked Eeyore.
“But you said,” began Pooh, “you said that Tiggers liked everything except honey and haycorns.”
“And thistles,” said Tigger, who was now running round in circles. With his tongue hanging out.
Pooh looked at him sadly.
“What are we going to do?” he asked Piglet.
Piglet knew the answer to that, and he said at once that they must go and see Christopher Robin.
“You’ll find him with Kanga,” said Eeyore. He came close to Pooh and said in a loud whisper,
“Could you ask your friend to do his exercises somewhere else? I shall be having lunch soon and don’t want it bounced on just before I begin. Fussy of me, but we all have our little ways.”
Pooh nodded solemnly and called to Tigger,
“Come along and we’ll go and see Kanga. She’s sure to have lots of breakfast for you.”
Tigger finished his last circle and came up to Pooh and Piglet.
“Hot!” he explained with a large and friendly smile.
“Come on!” and he rushed off.
Pooh and Piglet walked slowly after him. As they walked Piglet said nothing because he couldn’t think of anything, and Pooh said nothing because he was thinking of a poem. Tigger had been bouncing in front of them all this time, turning round every now and then to ask, “Is this the way?”
And now at last they came in sight of Kanga’s house, and there was Christopher Robin. In the house they told Kanga what they wanted, and Kanga said very kindly, “Well, look in my cupboard, Tigger, dear, and see what you’d like.” Because she knew at once that however big Tigger seemed to be, he wanted as much kindness as Roo.
“Shall I look, too?” said Pooh, who was beginning to feel a little eleven o’clockish.1 And he found a small tin of condensed milk, and something seemed to tell him that Tiggers didn’t like this, so he took it into a corner by itself where nobody would stop him.
But the more Tigger put his nose into this and his paw into that, the more things he found that Tiggers didn’t like. And when he had found everything in the cupboard and couldn’t eat any of it, he said to Kanga, “What happens now?”
But Kanga and Christopher Robin and Piglet were all standing round Roo watching him have his Extract of Malt.2 And Roo was saying, “Must I?” and Kanga was saying, “Now, Roo, dear, you remember what you promised.”
“What is it?” whispered Tigger to Piglet.
“His Strengthening Medicine,” said Piglet. “It helps him to put on weight, but he hates it.”
So Tigger came closer, and he leant over the back of Roo’s chair, and suddenly he put out his tongue, and the Extract of Malt was gone. Kanga said “Oh!” and pulled the spoon safely back out of Tigger’s mouth just as it was disappearing in it.
“Tigger, dear!” said Kanga.
“He’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine!” sang Roo happily, thinking it was a tremendous joke.
Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, and his tongue went round and round his chops,3 in case he had left any outside, and a peaceful smile came over his face as he said, “So that’s what Tiggers like!”
1 In some British families a light meal, tea or coffee is often taken at about 11 o’clock in the morning.
54. A. Match the phrases in English with their Russian equivalents. Find the sentences with them in the text and read them out.
1) on the contrary
a) òî è äåëî, âðåìÿ îò âðåìåíè
Â. Use the suitable phrases from task A in the dialogues.
— ... , please.
— Not at all. ... he only seems to be quiet. In fact, he is never afraid of anything.
— It doesn’t matter. You won’t be late ....
— No, but I call her ....
55. A. Try to explain how you understand these:
a) a stripy friend;
b) the most thistly-Tooking patch of thistles that ever was.
B. Draw these things as you see them.
56. A. Who said it?
B. Who in the text:
Óçíàòü ñòîèìîñòü íàïèñàíèÿ