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 Pereiraen Limba Engleză Hardback – 6 noi 2025 – vârsta de la 7 ani
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.
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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: 0.46 kg
Editura: Sky Pony
Colecția Sky Pony
Seria Winnie the Pooh
ISBN-10: 1510783997
Pagini: 112
Ilustrații: Color illustrations throughout
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.46 kg
Editura: Sky Pony
Colecția Sky Pony
Seria Winnie the Pooh
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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.
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!
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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'But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever!' This work includes poems for children which feature Pooh helping Christopher Robin with his schoolwork (if helping is the word). It is an evocation of childhood, through the eyes of the six-year-old Robin.
'But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever!' This work includes poems for children which feature Pooh helping Christopher Robin with his schoolwork (if helping is the word). It is an evocation of childhood, through the eyes of the six-year-old Robin.