Winnie-the-Pooh: Illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard (Everyman's Library Children's Classics) - Hardcover

Milne, A. A.

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0593320042 ISBN 13: 9780593320044

Verlag: Everyman's Library, 2022

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A gorgeous, full-color, illustrated hardcover edition of one of the most beloved children's classics in literature

The iconic adventures of Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh, and their animal friends—Piglet, Kanga and Roo, Owl, Rabbit, Tigger, and Eeyore—have delighted generations of children. In this beautiful edition of the first book that introduced those beloved characters, each of Ernest H. Shepard's classic original illustrations has been meticulously hand painted. Bright in color and elegant in design, this lovely volume of Milne's classic tales welcomes friends old and new into the most enchanted of places, the Hundred Acre Wood.

Everyman's Library pursues the highest production standards, printing on acid-free cream-colored paper, with full-cloth cases with two-color foil stamping, decorative endpapers, silk ribbon markers, and European-style half-round spines.

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A. A. MILNE (1882–1956) was born in England. He studied at Cambridge but left school in 1903 to write, soon supporting himself on his earnings as an editor at Punch magazine and as a playwright. His son Christopher Robin Milne was born in 1920. Christopher's toy bear, pig, donkey, tiger, and kangaroo inspired the famous Pooh books. Milne also wrote plays, a novel, his autobiography, and political nonfiction, although he is best remembered for Winnie-the-Pooh, The House at Pooh Corner, When We Were Very Young, and Now We Are Six.

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CHAPTER ONE

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, ‘But I thought he was a boy?’
 
‘So did I,’ said Christopher Robin.
 
‘Then you can’t call him Winnie?’
 
‘I don’t.’
 
‘But you said—’
 
‘He’s Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what “ther”
means?’
 
‘Ah, yes, now I do,’ I said quickly; and I hope you do too,
because it is all the explanation 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 fi re and listen to a story. This
evening –
 
‘What about a story?’ said Christopher Robin.
 
‘What about a story?’ I said.
 
‘Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?’
 
‘I suppose I could,’ I said. ‘What sort of stories does he
like?’
 
‘About himself. Because he’s that sort of Bear.’
 
‘Oh, I see.’
 
‘So could you very sweetly?’
 
‘I’ll try,’ 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.
 
(‘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 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: ‘That 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.’
 
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 stood on that branch . . .
Crack!
‘Oh, help!’ said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on to 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 branches.
 
‘It all comes, I suppose,’ he decided, as he said goodbye
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 pinker.)
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?’
 
‘A balloon?’
 
‘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 very
carefully.
 
‘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...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Everyman's Library
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2022
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593320042
• ISBN 13: 9780593320044
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Zeichner: Shepard Ernest H.
• Anzahl der Seiten: 148
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