Winnie the Pooh - Milne Alan Alexander (читать книги бесплатно полностью без регистрации сокращений .txt) 📗

them the time.

It was the first party to which Roo had ever been, and he was very excited. As

"Hallo, Pooh!" he squeaked.

Roo jumped up and down in his seat for a little while and then began again.

"Hallo, Piglet!" he squeaked.

Piglet waved a paw at him, being too busy to say anything.

"Hallo, Eeyore!" said Roo.

Eeyore nodded gloomily at him. "It will rain soon, you see if it doesn't," he

Roo looked to see if it didn't, and it didn't, so he said "Hallo, Owl!"-and Owl said "Hallo, my little fellow," in a kindly way, and went on telling Christopher

Robin about an accident which had nearly happened to a friend of his whom

Christopher Robin didn't know, and Kanga said to Roo, "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once... and had to be patted on the back and dried for

quite a long time afterwards.

When they had all nearly eaten enough, Christopher Robin banged on the table with his spoon, and everybody stopped talking and was very silent, except Roo who was just finishing a loud attack of hiccups and trying to look as if it was

"This party," said Christopher Robin, "is a party because of what someone did, and we all know who it was, and it's his party, because of what he did, and I've got a present for him and here it is." Then he felt about a little and

While he was looking, Eeyore coughed in an impressive way and began to speak.

"Friends," he said, "including oddments, it is a great pleasure, or perhaps I had better say it has been a pleasure so far, to see you at my party. What I did was nothing. Any of you-except Rabbit and Owl and Kanga-would have done the same. Oh, and Pooh. My remarks do not, of course, apply to Piglet and Roo, because they are too small. Any of you would have done the same. But it just happened to be Me. It was not, I need hardly say, with an idea of getting what

Christopher Robin is looking for now"-and he put his front leg to his mouth and said in a loud whisper, "Try under the table"-"that I did what I did-but because I feel that we should all do what we can to help. I feel that we should

all-"

"Roo, dear!" said Kanga reproachfully.

"Was it me?" asked Roo, a little surprised.

"I don't know," said Pooh rather dolefully.

"I thought it was once. But I suppose it isn't."

"I'd sooner it was yours than Eeyore's," said Piglet.

"So would I," said Pooh.

"AS-I-WAS-SAYING," said Eeyore loudly and sternly, "as I was saying when I

"Here it is!" cried Christopher Robin excitedly. "Pass it down to silly old

Pooh. It's for Pooh."

"Of course it is. The best bear in all the world."

"I might have known," said Eeyore. "After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!' The Social Round. Always

something going on."

Nobody was listening, for they were all saying, "Open it, Pooh," "What is it,

Pooh?" "I know what it is," "No, you don't," and other helpful remarks of this sort. And of course Pooh was opening it as quickly as ever he could, but without cutting the string, because you never know when a bit of string might be Useful.

When Pooh saw what it was, he nearly fell down, he was so pleased. It was a

Special Pencil Case. There were pencils in it marked "B" for Bear, and pencils marked "HB " for Helping Bear, and pencils marked "BB" for Brave Bear. There was a knife for sharpening the pencils, and indiarubber for rubbing out anything which you had spelt wrong, and a ruler for ruling lines for the words to walk on, and inches marked on the ruler in case you wanted to know how many inches anything was, and Blue Pencils and Red Pencils and Green Pencils for saying special things in blue and red and green. And all these lovely things were in little pockets of their own in a Special Case which shut with a click when you clicked it. And they were all for Pooh.

"Oh!" said Pooh.

"Oh, Pooh!" said everybody else except Eeyore.

"Thank-you," growled Pooh.

But Eeyore was saying to himself, "This writing business. Pencils and what-not.

Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it."

Later on, when they had all said "Good-bye" and "Thank-you" to Christopher

Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening,

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first