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Now We Are Six: The Classic Edition: Winnie the Pooh, cartea 3

Autor A. A. Milne Ilustrat de E. H. Shepard Contribuţii de Diego Jourdan Pereira
en Limba Engleză Hardback – 6 noi 2025 – vârsta de la 7 ani

Micii cititori vor experimenta în paginile acestui volum o stare de pură încântare, descoperind lumea prin ochii unui copil pentru care fiecare colț de grădină ascunde o poveste. Now We Are Six nu este doar o culegere de versuri, ci o poartă către universul inocenței, unde rimele jucăușe și umorul blând transformă lectura de seară într-un ritual de conectare. Considerăm că această ediție aduce o prospețime remarcabilă clasicului din 1927, deoarece ilustrațiile iconice ale lui Ernest H. Shepard sunt acum prezentate în culori vibrante, reușind să capteze atenția generațiilor actuale fără a pierde farmecul original.

Remarcăm modul în care A. A. Milne reușește să dea voce gândurilor și micilor dileme ale copilăriei. Copiii care au iubit When We Were Very Young vor găsi aici aceeași magie a versului ritmat, însă într-un context nou, adaptat unei vârste care începe să exploreze independența și curiozitatea de a fi „mare”. Dacă în Winnie-the-Pooh accentul cade pe aventurile narative ale ursulețului, în acest volum poezia devine instrumentul prin care A. A. Milne explorează interioritatea lui Christopher Robin.

Structura volumului, care alternează între momente de introspecție veselă și întâlniri cu Pooh sau Piglet, oferă un ritm liniștitor. Această lucrare completează perfect seria The Winnie-the-Pooh Collection, consolidând moștenirea literară a autorului care a transformat jucăriile fiului său în simboluri universale ale prieteniei. Este o experiență de lectură senzorială, susținută de finisajele premium ale copertei, care invită la o explorare tactilă și vizuală deopotrivă.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781510783997
ISBN-10: 1510783997
Pagini: 112
Ilustrații: Color illustrations throughout
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.45 kg
Editura: Sky Pony
Colecția Sky Pony
Seria Winnie the Pooh


De ce să citești această carte

Recomandăm această carte părinților care doresc să introducă poezia în viața copiilor prin intermediul unor personaje familiare. Este ideală pentru vârsta de 5-7 ani, oferind un suport emoțional pentru tranziția spre școală. Cititorul câștigă o conexiune profundă cu literatura clasică engleză, totul într-un format vizual modernizat care face versurile de acum un secol să pară scrise astăzi.


Despre autor

A. A. Milne (1882–1956) a fost un scriitor și dramaturg britanic de renume, a cărui carieră a fost marcată iremediabil de succesul global al poveștilor despre Winnie-the-Pooh. Deși a fost un autor versatil, scriind piese de teatru și romane pentru adulți, sensibilitatea sa față de universul infantil s-a cristalizat în lucrările dedicate fiului său, Christopher Robin Milne. Experiența sa de viață, trecând prin ambele Războaie Mondiale, pare să fi alimentat dorința de a crea, prin scrierile sale, un spațiu al siguranței și al bunătății. În Now We Are Six, el demonstrează o măiestrie rară în a capta vocea autentică a copilăriei.


Descriere scurtă

A fully revitalized edition of the 1927 classic book of poetry by A.A. Milne, featuring full-color versions of the original illustrations by E. H. Shepherd. A great gift for children and readers of any age!

A.A. Milne's bestselling classic, Winnie the Pooh, has enchanted readers of all ages for nearly one hundred years with its relatable, heartwarming adventures that follow the famously friendly and lovable teddy bear. 

Now We Are Six is the original 1927 classic collection of poems by A. A. Milne, eleven of which feature everyone's favorite characters from the hundred-acre wood. This stunning edition includes all of the original illustrations fully colorized by Diego Jourdan Pereira, which bring new life to these time-honored and beloved verses. 

With playful rhymes and lighthearted humor, this beautiful book is great for bedtime or any time, and is the perfect addition to any bookshelf for readers both young and old.

 

Notă biografică

A. A. Milne was an English author, poet, and essayist. Throughout his career, he wrote more than ten books, numerous essays and articles, as well as a few short story collections, most notably the Winnie the Pooh series, which were inspired by his son Christopher Robin Milne's stuffed animals. Milne passed away in January of 1956.

E. H. Shepard was a prolific English artist and book illustrator, most well known for his work in Winnie the Pooh and Aesop's Fables

Recenzii

"A.A. Milne’s charming tales of honey-loving Winnie-the-Pooh, timid Piglet, grumpy Eeyore and their human friend Christopher Robin have delighted readers for generations." —Time
 

Extras

Solitude

 

  I have a house where I go

 

  When there’s too many people,

 

  I have a house where I go

 

  Where no one can be;

 

  I have a house where I go

 

  Where nobody ever says “No”;

 

  Where no one says anything—so

 

  There is no one but me.

 

   

 

King John’s Christmas

 

  King John was not a good man—

 

  He had his little ways.

 

  And sometimes no one spoke to him

 

  For days and days and days.

 

  And men who came across him,

 

  When walking in the town,

 

  Gave him a supercilious stare,

 

  Or passed with noses in the air—

 

  And bad King John stood dumbly there,

 

  Blushing beneath his crown.

 

   

  King John was not a good man,

 

  And no good friends had he.

 

  He stayed in every afternoon.…

 

  But no one came to tea.

 

  And, round about December,

 

  The cards upon his shelf

 

  Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,

 

  And fortune in the coming year,

 

  Were never from his near and dear,

 

  But only from himself.

 

   

  King John was not a good man.

 

  Yet had his hopes and fears.

 

  They’d given him no present now

 

  For years and years and years.

 

  But every year at Christmas,

 

  While minstrels stood about,

 

  Collecting tribute from the young

 

  For all the songs they might have sung,

 

  He stole away upstairs and hung

 

  A hopeful stocking out.

 

  King John was not a good man.

 

  He lived his life aloof;

 

  Alone he thought a message out

 

  While climbing up the roof.

 

  He wrote it down and propped it

 

  Against the chimney stack:

 

  “TO ALL AND SUNDRY—NEAR AND FAR—

 

  F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR.”

 

  And signed it not “Johannes R.”

 

  But very humbly, “JACK.”

 

   

  “I want some crackers,

 

  And I want some candy;

 

  I think a box of chocolates

 

  Would come in handy;

 

  I don’t mind oranges,

 

  I do like nuts!

 

  And I SHOULD like a pocketknife

 

  That really cuts.

 

  And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,

 

  Bring me a big, red, india rubber ball!”

 

  King John was not a good man—

 

  He wrote this message out,

 

  And got him to his room again,

 

  Descending by the spout.

 

  And all that night he lay there,

 

  A prey to hopes and fears.

 

  “I think that’s him a-coming now.”

 

  (Anxiety bedewed his brow.)

 

  “He’ll bring one present, anyhow—

 

  The first I’ve had for years.”

 

  “Forget about the crackers,

 

  And forget about the candy;

 

  I’m sure a box of chocolates

 

  Would never come in handy;

 

  I don’t like oranges,

 

  I don’t want nuts,

 

  And I HAVE got a pocketknife

 

  That almost cuts.

 

  But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,

 

  Bring me a big, red, india rubber ball!”

 

  King John was not a good man—

 

  Next morning when the sun

 

  Rose up to tell a waiting world

 

  That Christmas had begun,

 

  And people seized their stockings,

 

  And opened them with glee,

 

  And crackers, toys, and games appeared,

 

  And lips with sticky sweets were smeared,

 

  King John said grimly: “As I feared,

 

  Nothing again for me!”

 

   

  “I did want crackers,

 

  And I did want candy;

 

  I know a box of chocolates

 

  Would come in handy;

 

  I do love oranges,

 

  I did want nuts.

 

  I haven’t got a pocketknife—

 

  Not one that cuts.

 

  And, oh! If Father Christmas had loved me at all,

 

  He would have brought a big, red, india rubber ball!”

 

  King John stood by the window,

 

  And frowned to see below

 

  The happy bands of boys and girls

 

  All playing in the snow.

 

  A while he stood there watching,

 

  And envying them all…

 

  When through the window, big and red

 

  There hurtled by his royal head,

 

  And bounced and fell upon the bed,

 

  An india rubber ball!

 

  AND, OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS,

 

  MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL

 

  FOR BRINGING HIM

 

  A BIG, RED,

 

  INDIA RUBBER

 

  BALL!

 

   

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Here are the poems of childhood, of summer days at the beach and rainy days at the window, fishing trips and fanciful ones. Here are Christopher Robin's wheezles and sneezles, James Morrison's wayward mother, and so much more. Bright in color and true in spirit, these books are perfect for giving--to Pooh fans of all ages.