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Мечо Пух

Ощe с публикувaнeтo си пpeз 1926 г. „Meчo Пуx” нa aнгличaнинa Aлън Aлeкзaндъp Mилн сe пpeвpъщa в нeoстapявaщa дeтскa клaсикa. Дeсeткитe й издaния пpeз гoдинитe сaмo дoкaзвaт кoлкo eфeктивeн пpи oпoзнaвaнeтo нa свeтa мoжe дa бъдe paзкaзът зa eднo мeчe и нeгoвитe пpиятeли.Bсъщнoст, „Meчo Пуx” сe paждa oт истopиитe, кoитo aвтopът и съпpугaтa му paзкaзвaт нa нeвpъстния си синОщe с публикувaнeтo си пpeз 1926 г. „Meчo Пуx” нa aнгличaнинa Aлън Aлeкзaндъp Mилн сe пpeвpъщa в нeoстapявaщa дeтскa клaсикa. Дeсeткитe й издaния пpeз гoдинитe сaмo дoкaзвaт кoлкo eфeктивeн пpи oпoзнaвaнeтo нa свeтa мoжe дa бъдe paзкaзът зa eднo мeчe и нeгoвитe пpиятeли.Bсъщнoст, „Meчo Пуx” сe paждa oт истopиитe, кoитo aвтopът и съпpугaтa му paзкaзвaт нa нeвpъстния си син Кpистoфъp Poбин - пpикaзки, в кoитo гepoитe сa сaмият тoй и любимитe му игpaчки.Ha пъpвия му poждeн дeн тe му пoдapявaт плюшeнo мeчe, кoeтo дeтeтo кpъщaвa пo имeтo нa кaнaдскaтa мeчкa Уини и нa бeлия лeбeд Пуx oт Лoндoнския зooпapк.C тeчeниe нa вpeмeтo нa мaлкия Кpистoфъp пoдapявaли и дpуги плюшeни игpaчки - и тaкa истopиитe сe oбoгaтявaт пoстeпeннo със Зaйo, Пpaсчo, мaгapeтo Йopи, буxaлa Буxльo, тигъpa Tигъp, кeнгуpутo Кeнгa и бeбeтo й Pу....

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Number of Pages : 284 Pages
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Мечо Пух Reviews

  • Nandakishore Varma
    2019-06-25 14:15

    Have a deep, long look at the image above. That motley crew are undoubtedly the most famous toy animals in existence.Winnie-the-Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Kanga (I cannot see Roo) and (last but not least) Tigger.A. A. Milne, and established playwright and writer, constructed silly nursery stories and poems for his young son Christopher Robin, built around his beloved toys. He published them. And much to his chagrin, he came to be known as the creator of "Winnie-the-Pooh": all his "serious" works were forgotten!Read this book, and you will understand why.True, nothing much happens in the stories. There are no hair-raising escapades, no dashing adventures and no earth-shaking events. What we have here are a bunch of rather silly animals (the team mentioned above, along with two imaginary ones, Rabbit and Owl) in Hundred Acre Woods, doing a lot of silly things, talking nonsensically (though pompously) most of the time, and making prize fools of themselves. Yet these stories are magical, for adults and children alike.Christopher Robin is the acknowledged lord of this idyllic kingdom: the stories start when he comes down the stairs, dragging Pooh-bear behind him ("bump, bump, bump") and ends when he goes up the stairs in the same fashion. The cosy world of the nursery transforms itself into a magic land where you can hunt "heffalumps" or go on "expotitions" to the North Pole. The cast of characters are always the same, and the happenings, similar. Where these stories score are in the way the characters are etched. With true English underplayed humour, Milne has invested these stuffed toys with fascinating personalities.Pooh, the "Bear of Very Little Brain", but subject to occasional flashes of brilliance and bursts of versification.Piglet, the smallest and weakest of them all but sometimes capable of doing "Very Grand Things".The clever Rabbit, many a time too much so for his own good.The pedantic and pompous Owl, who can't restrain himself from holding forth at the slightest provocation.The long-suffering Eeyore with his never-ending complaints.The devoted Kanga and her frisky little son Roo, whom she keeps in her pocket.Happy-go-lucky Tigger, bouncing all over the woods.These characters are typically English: in fact, they could have stepped out from a P.G.Wodehouse novel. When a child reads these stories, he/ she will enjoy them at their face value; while the perceptive adult will be fascinated by the subtext.It is no surprise that these stories endure. As Milne says: "...the Forest will always be there...and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it." Christopher Robin will grow up; making way for other kids who will take his place. But this imaginary landscape will endure, because "in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing."Fantastic book!P.S. The illustrations by E.H.Shepard should also be mentioned. They are so much a part of the story that we cannot imagine the book without the pictures.

  • Manny
    2019-06-18 10:09

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)In which the animals go on a Second Expotition, and Pooh discovers that Not Everyone Likes HumsThere was a corner of the Hundred Acre Wood that the animals rarely visited. Even Eeyore found it too Sad and Gloomy, and it had more than its fair share of annoying insects. Owl, in his grand way, sometimes called it the Forest's Heart of Darkness, and that always made Piglet shiver and say, thank goodness, he wasn't going to go there soon, no thank you! So as you can imagine, not all the animals were pleased when Christopher Robin told them they would undertake a Second Expotition to find out what was in the Dark Patch."I'm not going there, no thank you!" said Piglet, trying to sound as firm as possible. "I'm very busy, any number of things to do, like, like..." But Christopher Robin just laughed."Don't worry, Piglet!" he said. "We'll all look after you. Just stay next to Pooh and you'll be quite safe." And before Piglet knew what had happened, they were all walking towards the Dark Patch in a long line, with Christopher Robin and Pooh and him at the front, Rabbit's Friends and Relations at the end, and the other animals in the middle.The Dark Patch was even Darker and Gloomier than they remembered, and strange noises came from the trees. The further in they got, the worse it became. The ground turned wet and marshy, and one Friend and Relation had to be pulled out when he started to sink. Piglet clutched Pooh's hand as tightly as he could and tried not to look around. "I'm scared, Pooh," he whispered. "You don't think there are Heffalumps here?""What I think," said Christoper Robin, who had overheard, "is that Pooh should give us one of his Hums." And Pooh, who had been thinking the very same thing but had been too shy to say so, cleared his throat and began:On Monday, when the jungle's hotI wonder to myself a lotNow is it true or is it notThat what is which or which is what?Piglet released his grip on Pooh's hand a tiny fraction, so he continued.On Tuesday, when there's gnats and fleasAnd pythons slither through the treesThen very readily one seesThat these are whose - but whose are these?"There aren't really any Pythons?" asked Piglet in a terrified voice."Well," said Pooh, "I only put them in because they Came To Me. I'm going to take them right out again." And he continuedOn Wednesday...But the animals never found out what happened on Wednesday, because at that moment a loud, groaning voice came from the forest right in front of them."The Hummer! The Hummer!" it said."Oh Pooh!" said Piglet. "It is a Python! Or a Heffalump! Oh, what shall we do!" "I don't know," said Pooh. "Whatever it is, it Doesn't Like My Hums." He wondered if he should feel offended, but before he could decide they suddenly came out in a remarkably pleasant clearing. The sun was shining brightly, there was soft grass to sit on, butterflies were flitting between the flowers, and a charming little lake just seemed to call out to the animals to paddle their tired feet in it."What a lovely place!" said Kanga in surprise. "Who could have imagined it would be right in the middle of the Dark Patch?""I shall call it Pooh's Pond," said Christopher Robin firmly. "And now I think it's time for lunch."So they all unpacked their food and had a perfectly wonderful picnic. And from that day on, no one was ever again scared of the Dark Part of the Forest.

  • Mariel
    2019-06-24 08:01

    Celebrity Death Match tournament versus Mary Poppins.Christopher Robin: May I color with my Winnie the Pooh and friends coloring book before I make up my bed with ideal hospital corners? My shins are scraped from having too much fun cleaning.His boy lips turn to blue in his deathly pale white face. Her mask conforms to a perfect Noh shape. He reads the lips. No. Oh noh! Oh no! Christopher Robin is dying.Mary Poppins: I am Governess to the good Christopher Robin. My credentials say it all because I do it all: I transform children into productive adults of society who will feel a fondness for me long after they have toppled their mothers and fathers from their pedestals. That is to say that my shit never stinks. But today he is too ill to tidy up the nursery. Another name he asks to see on his dying breath. A spoonful of fun fun coated in chocolate frosting has not made the medicine go down in the most delicious way. Mary! Not the virgin Mary. It is I, Mary Poppins. I suspect the bear has sewn the pills into his belly and is redistributing them on the black market, to the hospital orderlies and registered nurses, to the children's ward and all, for a tidy profit. I have laughed until I have cried to the ceiling and back. Now I ask you, O wise one, what should I do to reach this boy who would have a higher calling than to listen to me? Deathliness is closer to godliness, I fear, more than cleanliness.The doctor: I could make the bear more money on his fun fun, now that you mention it.Mary Poppins conceals her reactions to this business opportunity behind her black umbrella. It is not savvy to look too eager. The dance of business. Joyless steps. It is a one way street. It takes two to tango and it takes one to screw over.Mary Poppins: I make fun fun out of my beautiful spirit and endless bag lady bag of pilfered hospital toiletries and I have no use of middle men.The doctor: I did not have enough to wipe today. I did not appreciate that.Mary Poppins: It is important to wipe. Do you remember the proper wiping method that I had showed you when you were a tyke yourself?The doctor's mask is less than a pristine white, now that Mary Poppins notices it. He should always need her. He would be a starving street artist if it were not for her, not to mention the laundry bills and streaked underpants.Christopher Robin's spirit: I must get a message to my beloved menagerie. The foul governess has put them through the wash to rid them of "germs". My spirit grows weary of hovering between death, and between life in my smothered human body. The smell of Johnson & Johnson blurs the lines between that of the spirit, and that of the Earth. It is how she wishes it.Mary Poppins: Visiting hours are over.She attempts to block that door with that versatile umbrella.Winnie the Pooh: I step on the words of "Visiting". My tushie stays planted on "Hours" and time will not end until I have had my say.Mary Poppins: Very well, but have you washed your hands? Let me see them.Winnie's paws are covered with honey. He sticks them behind his plushy bottom.Piglet: You... you! You cannooot-- stop- us! We have name badges. Seee--see? Visitor: Piglet.The doctor looks over their visitor's badges and nods his approval. He motions to Winnie the Pooh the international sign of big bucks to be made. Pooh blushes.Winnie: Christopher Robin, what are we to do without you? I have been turning more and more to the pot.Christopher Robin's spirit bends down to kiss his bear on the forehead.Winnie: We must go with other boys and girls and provide companionship. We may carry dust mites and illegal narcotics but we ground boys and girls in their beds at night, safe in day dreams and off of high ceilings. We do not use them to turn a profit for Mary Poppins Tidy the Nursery Cleaning Company.Piglet: Am I crying? My comforting face appears the same. I... I.... would take to my small and big enough heart the feelings my friends cannot Pooh Bear alone.The doctor: I am crying. That may be the high, though. If I had not given up the accordion I would bend my body in sad and joyous music. To Christopher Robin! He was me, the better me.Mary Poppins: Visiting hours are over, I see.Mary Poppins opens her umbrella over her inexpressive yet mournful face, giving seven years bad luck to all, and levitates out the window of the children's ward, slowly enough to read billboard advertisements for a new position. A woman learns an important life lesson when she first enters the dating scene: It is possible, although not rewarding enough to outweigh the costs, to come between a boy and his mother. Man's best friend, on the other hand...Winnie: I am lonely.The doctor scoops the animals up into his arms and they stop by surgery for some emergency sewing on Pooh's bulging behind. He will always need them.Cast of Characters:Winnie Poh.Mary Oh No Means Noh.Yo Doc is Wack!BFF 4-ever!Win: Winnie the Pooh

  • Melora
    2019-06-16 15:23

    Another one of those “imbibed with mother's milk” books, like The Wind in the Willows and The Hobbit, which I am incapable of commenting on with any sort of objectivity. I get a kick out of Pooh's “hums,” and the characters are old friends. My dad's nickname for my mom was “Pooh,” and she introduced him to the Pooh books when they were dating (he was a Jewish boy from Staten Island, and knew all about science and philosophy, but had missed out on most of the children's classics), and lines and characters from the books were part of our family culture. My copy is one I purchased on a long-ago and fondly remembered trip to England with my best childhood friend, so there's that much more sentiment involved. You get the picture – I turn to mush when it comes to Pooh. Anyway, this is my last “read this to my mom while she was dying of dementia/cancer” review, because, well, I don't get to read her any more books. But, we got to finish this one. On Tuesday morning, her last day, I read her chapter IX, which is the one where Eeyore finds Owl a new house, only it happens to be Piglet's house, and Piglet does the Noble thing, and then X, “An Enchanted Place.” That last chapter chokes me up in a “normal” reading – when reading to a child. Christopher Robin is leaving his “nursery days,” and he asks Pooh to always remember him. He, Christopher Robin, doesn't want to leave, but it's time and he has to, but a part of him will always remain in this enchanted place with Pooh. Mom was fading away, but she was still aware and registered the illustrations I showed her (I only bothered her with the best ones). She passed away Tuesday night, and I'll miss her terribly, but I think this was a fine book to end with.

  • Trish
    2019-06-05 13:23

    I think everyone has heard the name Winnie-the-Pooh at some point. I even remember watching the TV show when I was younger (but not for long). However, I'm one of those people who never got to read the book as a kid and I only rediscovered it now while catching up with all the classics I've missed out on.So I found this all-in-one volume online and had to have it since it not only contains all the stories but also has the original illustrations by Ernest Howard Shepard.I have to say, this book is especially delightful because it contains lots of information about the author and illustrator and I always love learning about the interconnectedness of the literary world.In this case, we learn that the author A.A. Milne had a son called Christopher Robin who was his inspiration. His son's first toys were a stuffed bear, pig, donkey and tiger - the animals that formed this story. The name for the bear, in part, comes from a she-bear that was kept at London Zoo that Christopher Robin loved to visit (there is a great movie about it called A Bear Named Winnie with Michael Fassbender - I love it although I always cry)! And the story was only ever published thanks to Mrs. Milne! We also learn that E.H. Shepard's daughter Mary is the illustrator of the Mary Poppins books and that E.H. Shepard became so famous for his Winnie Pooh illustrations that he was commissioned to do the original ones for The Wind in the Willows as well!In fact, A.A. Milne loved the illustrations so much that he wrote the following tribute to E.H. Shepard:When I am goneLet Shepard decorate my tomb,And put (if there is room)Two pictures on the stone;Piglet from page a hundred and elevenAnd Pooh and Piglet walking (157) ...And Peter, thinking that they are my own,Will welcome me to heaven.The book itself is divided into two parts:1) Winnie-the-Pooh, containing the Introduction by the author and 10 storiesand2) The House At Pooh Corner, consisting of A Contraditction and 10 more stories.Before the Introduction, there is another dedication, this time to Mrs. Milne:To HerHand in hand we comeChristopher Robin and ITo lay this book in your lap.Say you're surprised?Say you like it?Say it's just what you wanted?Because it's yours - Because we love you.It's these little things that make this edition so special and precious because it allows us a glimpse at who the author was. To think that both A.A. Milne and E.H. Shepard served in World War I (and Shepard losing his first-born, a son, in Word War II) and yet managed to still be kind and gentle and creative and inspiring ... to me they radiate a certain brightness I did not expect from survivors of a World War.I don't think there is much I need to say about the stories themselves. Pooh is the "silly old bear" who often gets into trouble or is just clumsy, while being surrounded by a marvellous cast of friends that are all distinct and lovely and funny. The stories are heart-warming but also have a deeper meaning as one can only unlock while growing up. That is what makes these tales so important - to get the stories read to you by a parent when you are little, enjoying the sillyness and coziness of it all; then keep reading or re-reading them when you get older and discover another layer and some hidden messages. To me, these are timeless and absolutely essential.And here are my two absolute favourites (although I could quote almost the entire book here):

  • Chris
    2019-06-19 11:19

    This review is for the Celebrity Death Match Tournament -Winnie-the-Pooh versusHamlet.One day when the weather was especially fine, Pooh and his friends were playing Pooh sticks. Pooh was thinking how nice it would be to have a playing-Pooh-sticks-with-your-friends-on-an-especially-nice-day sort of hum when... "Hey nonny nonny...""Was that me?"Pooh asked Christopher Robin."You see, I was just thinking...""Silly old bear,"said Christopher Robin fondly. "That wasn't you. It was her."Everyone looked over the side of the bridge where Christopher Robin was pointing and saw a young woman floating in the river, clutching a ragged bouquet of wildflowers and stringing together nonsense words in a sort of song. "Hey nonny nonny tiddly pom...""I shall have to remember that one,"thought Pooh. As she floated out of sight, Christopher Robin said, "Let's go on an expedition to find out where she came from." So they did.Following the river, they reached the edge of the Hundred Acre Wood at about half-past teatime and were surprised to find out they were in Denmark."Oh d-d-dear," worried Piglet, "Are there any horrible creatures in D-d-d-enmark?""Let's go ask at that castle,"said Christopher Robin.So they did.The path to the castle took them through a graveyard. Clods of earth were being flung furiously out of a new hole being dug. Suddenly, they all heard a whistling sort of voice ask,"Sssay, hasss anybody ssseen a ssskull around here?"Up popped a gopher from the grave. He pawed in the pile of dirt a bit, found the skull he was looking for, and held it up. "Sssee thisss ssskull?" he asked. "It'sss...""Oh hush," said Christopher Robin. "You aren't in the books at all. You were just an attempt to pander to American audiences and we shan't bother with you."So they didn't.Arriving at the castle, the first person they met was practicing with a sword, which wasveryexciting, and muttering, "If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come," which wasn't.This muttering swordsman noticed them and extended his hand. "The name's Hamlet, title character in the greatest work in all of literature. Oh, and a prince."Christopher Robin shook his hand and asked politely,"Excuse me, but why is it the greatest work of literature?""Because the play embodies Shakespeare's profound knowledge of human nature in all its complexity. I myself am a striking portrait of melancholia. Why I was just wondering the other day, 'To be or not to be...' ""Better not,"said Eeyore melancholically."It never works out.""And Polonius,"Hamlet continued, "whom I, umm, killed a little while ago...he was all 'You should do this and don't do that, time and place for everything...' ""Sounds like an excellent sort of chap,"said Rabbit, "Nothing like plans and rules and explanations to know what's what, I always say!"Hamlet frowned, his brow furrowed in thought. "But I am also a skillful portrait of mania. I'm especially proud of my antic disposition.""Antic disposition?" Tigger said bouncily, "That's what tiggers do best!"Realizing that his human nature argument was, perhaps, not quite as strong as he thought, Hamlet brought out his final devastating argument, one he saved for last because of its embarrassing nature. "Ummm, Mummy issues?" he offered, blushing a little.Just then, Kanga's pouch roiled alarmingly and a fully grown Roo popped his head out. "What did he say, Mama?""Nothing dear, no need to interupt your nap."Dejectedly, Hamlet stalked out of the room with sword in hand, muttering about taking action."Heard that one before," one of the guards by the throne room door chuckled."Let's go watch the swordfight," said Christopher Robin.So they did.When it was all over, Christopher Robin was cowering in a corner shaking, the room was littered with highborn corpses, and Hamlet lay dying in Horatio's arms."The rest is silence..."Horatio, who until that moment no one had noticed was a llama, said,"That's what forgiveness sounds like, screaming and then silence."* Then he bent down and began eating Hamlet's hands.**Christopher Robin whimpered and covered his eyes.Just then, one of the room's tapestries billowed and out stepped Edna St. Vincent Millay. She crossed the room, pausing at the bloody tableau to intone,"Your candle burned at both ends,It gave a lovely light,But for a lack of lithium,You've gone and lost the fight."***She knelt gently beside Christopher Robin, handed him his stuffed bear, and said, "Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies..."A couple of survivors chipped in,"What about Old Yeller?""And Charlotte the spider? Cried myself silly over that one!"Edna St. Vincent Millay quelled them with a look. "As I was saying, childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Look around you Christopher Robin. What do you see?""I see dead people."****"Precisely. And here are all your friends around you safe and sound."Pooh gave Christopher Robin an especially reassuring squeeze with his paw. Standing up a little shakily, Christopher Robin said, "I don't like it here! Let's go back to the Hundred Acre Wood."So they did.Shortly after entering the wood, just as dusk was stretching shadows into hephalumpine and woozly shapes, they came to a fork in the path which they had never noticed before. It was marked by a signpost. One arrow pointed down one path, reading HELL. Another arrow pointed down the other path, reading ROOM 101. Robert Frost popped up from behind the sign. "Two roads divgered in a yellow wood...""Get lost, Robert," growled Edna St. Vincent Millay. "I'm the only poet ex machina in this review!"They continued up one of the paths, Pooh humming happily,"The more I win, tiddly pom...Winner: Winnie-the-Pooh (Seriously, have you seen Hamlet? He's dead! And areyougoing to tell Christopher Robin his teddy bear isn't really alive? Well, are you?)*Check out Llamas with Hats, especially 1 and 2, on Youtube.**Seriously, Llamas with Hats. ***Hamlet is obviously bipolar. Lithium could have helped immensely. Of course one of the common side effects of lithium is tremors, so he probably still wouldn't have won the fight.****An oldie but a goodie. I couldn't resist.

  • Vivian
    2019-06-15 14:19

    My first memories of being read aloud to are with this book. My father would read to my sisters and I while my mother completed preparations for supper. We each identified with one of the characters. I was Christopher Robin (being the eldest), my next sister was Pooh (it seemed to me she was always the most interesting character proto-type in all the books I read), my next sister was Rabbit, my next sister was Piglet, and the baby sister was Roo. Our mother was Kanga (of course) and our father was relegated to the role of Eeyore. To this day I remember a passage where Piglet was asleep in the story, at which point we all looked at sister number four and she was fast asleep!All children should have such memories.More recently my teenage daughter and I read aloud several pages from a chapter to a group of pre-school age children attending a library story time. I selected the passage where Pooh attempts to disguise himself as a black cloud by floating to the top of a honey tree by means of hanging on to a balloon. We had the advantage of two readers so one took the voice of Winnie-the-Pooh and the other was the narrator and the voice of Christopher Robin. We acted out Pooh’s think-think-thinking and climbing a tree and falling down the branches and picking stickers from our nose. This was a perfect time to mention to parents some benefits of reading aloud: "Reading to children increases their knowledge of the world, their vocabulary, their familiarity with written language ('book language'), and their interest in reading."

  • Micki
    2019-05-31 15:24

    There is no comparison between the original book and the saccharine Disney version of our friend, Pooh. Milne's version is so full of insights into childhood to delight the adult reader that are entirely missed by the more popular version. I bought this book on a whim while trying to start a family, read it to my babies long before they are ready to enjoy these stories, and look forward to sharing Pooh's delightful adventures with them as they grow up. I don't know that I need any other books in their library ... but of course there will be!!

  • Paul Bryant
    2019-06-16 14:55

    Yet another celebrity death match.(A small windowless room in Elsinore. HAMLET and ROSENCRANZ walk in. Sitting a the table is POOH, a stuffed bear.)POOH: Can I make a call?HAMLET: (Standing over POOH:) Who would you like to call?POOH: My ride. I been here an hour.HAMLET: Hm. Well, soon as we're through here, we'll get you a ride. Okay?ROSENCRANZ: (Sitting across from POOH:) Pooh? You own a red Camaro, don't you?POOH: Yeah.HAMLET: Do you know Hamlet?POOH: Yeah, I'm looking at him right now.HAMLET : No, not me, the old one, my dad. The king. You must have known him.POOH: No.HAMLET: (Pause.) We have a witness, Mr Pooh, who saw you with my dad the night he was murderedPOOH: Me? Nope.HAMLET: We have a witness.POOH: I don't care. Don't know him from a stuffed rabbit.ROSENCRANZ: When you say you don't know the man, do you mean that inthe philosophical sense, as in "no man really knows another man", or are you referring to the Biblical sense in like, say, Lot knew his wife?POOH: Man, what's he jaggin' on about?ROSENCRANZ: (Slamming hand on table, pointing at POOH:) Look, you're a lying bastard aren't you? You think we're stupid? Huh? Answer me! You think we're stupid?POOH: I don't know. I don't know you.ROSENCRANZ: You don't know me, you don't know him, you don't know old King Hamlet, do you know anybody?POOH: Huh?ROSENCRANZ: (Mocking:) Huh? You're a lying liar, you know that? You're just a liar! You make me sick! (Pointing:) You're charged!POOH: Charged with what?ROSENCRANZ: Charged with what? With being a lying liar, okay? You lying piece of detritus!POOH: I didn't lie. What is detritus?HAMLET: (who is standing authoritatively at a window:) DetectiveRosencranz, I'm afraid that we're gonna have to subject Mr.Pooh here to an electrolite neutron-magnetic scan test.POOH: Uh, uh, a what?ROSENCRANZ: Detective HAMLET, I think that's an excellent idea. (ROSENCRANZ gets up and walks toward the door.)ROSENCRANZ: (turning to POOH:) A very good idea. (Opening up door; yells:)WE'RE GONNA NEUTRON THIS LITTLE BASTARD!HAMLET: And I can't wait.(Copy room. HAMLET leafs through papers which read "TRUE" or "FALSE"on one side. He puts them in a particular order and slides them into the paper tray in the copy machine. ROSENCRANZ places a placard on the door which reads "ELECTROLITE NEUTRON-MAGNETIC TEST". ROSENCRANZ walks into the copy room. Over the copy machine is another placard.)ROSENCRANZ: Pooh computes as a part of a loosely formed gang called the Hundred Acre Crips. Think it was them that fucked up your old man?HAMLET: I don't know. (Checking the papers in the machine:) We see whatwe find out.ROSENCRANZ: Alright, bring him in!(A UNIFORM brings POOH into the room.)HAMLET: Okay Pooh, according to Federal regulation seven dash sevendash b dash point six, I have to inform you that continued exposure tothis machine, the electrolite neutron-magnetic test scanner, can belethal. For your own health, I'm gonna urge you to answer thesequestions quickly and truthfully. Understand?POOH: Th-that's only a copy machine.HAMLET: Copy machine?POOH: You know, a machine that makes copies.(A knock on the door.)ROSENCRANZ: Hey, Guildenstern.GUILDENSTERN: Hey, your ex-wife's on the phone.HAMLET: Right. I'll get back to her.GUILDENSTERN: (Pointing:) You guys doin' the electrolyte neutron-magnetic test scan? ROSENCRANZ: Yes.GUILDENSTERN: Now, I've asked you guys, I don't even wanna be in the building when that thing's turned on, alright?(GUILDENSTERN shuts the door. HAMLET sighs.)HAMLET: Alright Mr. Pooh, take your right glove off and place yourright hand in the designated area. (There is a piece of paper on the machine, with a handprint on it.)HAMLET: Let's go. C'mon, I don't want to waste time with this thing. (ROSENCRANZ puts POOH's hand on the designated area.)HAMLET: Mr Pooh, is your name Winnie the Pooh?POOH : Yes. (HAMLET pushes the copy button. ROSENCRANZ holds up the answer - TRUE.)HAMLET: So far, so good. (Pushing button again:) Do you belong to agang known as the Hundred Acre Crips?POOH: Yes.ROSENCRANZ: (Holding up another TRUE result:) Very good. (Patting POOH on the shoulder:) Just keep tellin' the truth, Pooh. Doin' good.HAMLET: You ready?POOH: I don't wanna be gamma-rayed, man!HAMLET: Alright. (Pushing the copy button:) Do you know who killedKing Hamlet?POOH: Uh... Uh...HAMLET: Come on.POOH: No!(ROSENCRANZ holds up the scan's result - FALSE.)HAMLET: You can't fool it. It's the space age.ROSENCRANZ: Do it again, and just keep doin' it till he tells the truth. Me, I hafta get outta here because I can't afford to lose any more of my sperm count.POOH: Yo! Wh-wh-what?ROSENCRANZ: I guess we didn't tell you. There's an eleven percent chance of penile stustification.POOH: Penile st-stust -- oh, geez. Okay. Okay, okay. It was Claudius, man. Your friggin uncle. He poisoned him! It was henbane, man!ROSENCRANZ: Henbane.. Weapon of choice of the Nineties. Cheap, legal and you can get it in any apothecary shop.POOH: Am I gonna die? Am I gonna die from these neutron rays?HAMLET: Aw no, man. You're not gonna die from neutron rays because,hm, smart guy, (pointing:) this IS a copy machine. Come on!(HAMLET walks out of the room. ROSENCRANZ puts an arm around POOH and taps him on the cheek, leading him out of the room and laughing as he does so.) HAMLET : Come on, buddy, don't be hard on youself, you ain't the first.

  • Ambrosia
    2019-06-11 15:08

    At the time of this writing, I am twenty-eight years old. People tell me I come off as intelligent, opinionated, cynical and sarcastic, with a dark and very adult sense of humor. I don't much like children and don't plan to have any of my own. My childhood, while not particularly awful, is nothing I look back on with nostalgia - mostly I'm pretty glad to have gotten to the point where I'm allowed my own life. Generally, my literary tastes run far closer to Patrick Suskind or Neil Gaiman than Milne.I tell you all this because I want the next statement to have its full impact.The ending of The House At Pooh Corner made me cry like a baby. I know there's a lot of cultural pressure, especially among my demographic, to declare childhood classics like this 'saccharine' and 'condescending'; and, in all fairness, there are some supposedly-classic titles that are indeed worthy of such terms. But I personally didn't find Milne's stories at all saccharine. Rather, I thought them beautifully multilayered, full of observations on the nature of humanity and friendship, as well as being entertaining little tales in their own right. Most importantly, I think they finally illustrated to me what people mean when they talk about 'lost innocence of childhood'. Not that children are pure or good or even particularly innocent (far from it), but more a particular way of looking at the world, where our imaginary friends can be just as important as our real ones, and where the long lazy days stretch out before us like an endless river of sun-dappled adventures; the days when we really don't know what each new day might bring, but that's all right, because it's certain to be new and fascinating.Your mileage may, of course, vary. If these tales don't speak to you, that's fine. Perhaps you truly do find them saccharine and condescending. Perhaps you never had that sense of childhood wonder. Perhaps I'm just delusional.Or perhaps you're simply not old enough for them yet.

  • Orbi Alter
    2019-06-05 12:22

    Mali plisanci iz ove price su svi predivni i ne moze se to drugacije reci. Bas svatko od njih predstavlja jednu karakternu osobinu, a njihove zajednicke avanture su sve od reda podsjetnik na najvaznije stvari u zivotu. I bedasto su urnebesni i tope led svojom toplinom... Posveta malom Christopheru Robinu kojeg svi nosimo u svom bicu!

  • Anna
    2019-05-30 11:19

    I have no qualms about counting this book towards my Goodreads challenge, not only because of the page count, but because I'm convinced it only gets funnier and more profound the older you get. I can see myself in each of the characters, although there are a couple I particularly identify with (Pooh and Eeyore, depending on the day and my mood ;) ). I was so choked up at the end that I could barely get through the last paragraph. Absolutely wonderful.

  • Amanda
    2019-06-06 13:03

    What can I say? The complete tales of A Bear with Very Little Brain and a Very Big Heart in one volume with the original E.H. Shepard illustrations? Absolutely lovely. We can learn so much from Pooh about the purity of love and friendship, and we can learn so much about A.A. Milne from the stories and from his adorable dedications of each book to his wife. A great set of stories to contemplate from childhood to maturity, and the poems are wonderful to read out loud. Even if there are no children around.

  • Ben Goodridge
    2019-06-01 08:18

    Children's books often have a clarity that most books for grownups lack; I'm certainly way outside the target demographic for this one, but it doesn't mean--"Wait a minute, you've NEVER read 'Winnie-the-Pooh?'"No, I haven't. Not that I know of. Anyway--"Never?"That's rather the point of that big pile of books over there, that they're the ones I've had for a while but haven't got 'round to reading yet. I've had this one since 2002, but--"You've been Disney-poisoned, haven't you? Your sum total of knowledge of a children's classic comes from a doofus yellow bear with the voice of Sterling Holloway."Not...really. To be honest, the Disney version never impressed me all that much. Too syrupy, not enough emotional heft. These stories are more than just "a bunch of stuff happened." It's actually pretty clever, in its own juvenile way, the way things work out. See--"Are you sure you haven't read this lot before? Look, that sentence looks familiar. Didn't you read that when you were a kid?"Well, it's possible I read parts of it, but certainly not the whole load. I'm sure I ran into selected chapters here and there. Granny had tons of old children's readers when I was a kid. And, of course, there was Disney, which never hesitated to beat a concept to death with merchandising. I mean, when I say "Winnie-the-Pooh," do you visualize the EH Shepard illustrations, or the Disney version? "Well--"I also read "The Tao of Pooh" a long time ago, and that one comes with selected excerpts as well. There were picture books, coloring books - I even had a scratch-and-sniff book once."A scratch-and-sniff Winnie-the-Pooh? Dare I ask?"No. The point is, it's possible to be familiar with a story without ever actually having read it. I bet you know the story of "Cinderella" without ever having read the Charles Perrault version, right?"Well, sure. Because of Disney."...Do you mind if I finish this review?"Not at all."THANK you. As I was saying, I do read children's books once in a while, and Winnie-the-Pooh ticks off several reasons why: clarity of thought, literary merit, cultural iconography, or even just dissociating yourself from the pop-cultural version of something that someone else repackaged after the fact and tried to sell back to you as a scratch-and-sniff book. "Do they even make those things anymore?"What, scratch-and-sniff books? I have no idea."Are we done now?"For now? Yes, we're done.

  • Jovita Vaitkutė
    2019-06-01 13:13

    Negalėjau neduoti šiai knygai visų penkių žvaigždučių. Ji tokia paprasta, miela, šilta, kad tikrai verta gerų įvertinimų. Rašoma apie Pūkuotuko ir jo draugų didesnius ar mažesnius nuotykius. Joje yra visko: draugystės, nuoširdžių pastangų, vaikiško naivumo, geraširdiškumo. O kur dar Pūkuotuko murmelės "O gegutė neulbuoja, Tik kukuoja ir būbuoja, Mikė sau pūkuotukuoja it paukštis". Viena iš gražesnių vaikiškų knygučių.

  • John
    2019-06-18 14:15

    If I think back to fond memories of being with my dad during my childhood, there’s one thing that always comes back first. It’s those late summer evenings outside. Dad often had outdoor projects going on of some sort. I’d go out there hanging around, maybe chatting, maybe playing with cats, or maybe doing something of my own.Dad often had an old AM radio sitting around and would be listening to a baseball game while working. As it got darker, lights would come on, and the bugs would start flying near them. Sometimes dad would be working just inside the barn, and the bugs would start flying in there, while some light poured out the big front door. There’s something about that scratchy AM signal, the evening slowly getting darker, the slow pace of the baseball game, and just being around dad and a peripheral part of whatever he was doing that stirs a wonderfully fond recollection in me.I don’t remember the specifics of any one of those times, nor do I really remember how often it happened, but it does stick with me.We’ve had a routine in our house, starting early enough that neither of our boys know anything different, where right before bed, I read a book and sing a song to each of them individually.Last November, I was looking for some books to challenge Jacob a little more than what we had been reading. I found The Complete Winnie the Pooh used for $4 on Amazon. This contains the original A. A. Milne stories, not the Disney series. It had a few line drawings, but there were many pages without any. It’s 352 pages and written in a rather dated form of British English. So for all these reasons, I wasn’t sure if Jacob would like it. But it was $4 so I bought it.And Jacob was hooked. Each evening, we start bedtime with looking at the “map” of the 100-acre forest, just inside the cover. He gets to pick out 4 things for me to describe, and then we turn to our story. We usually read somewhere between 2 and 5 pages at bedtime, depending on how well he got ready without wasting time. And then we sing.A. A. Milne has his Pooh character make up songs throughout the book. They are printed with words only, no tune, so I make up a tune for them as we go. Jacob has taken to requesting these songs for his bedtime song as well.Jacob always gets to choose his bedtime story, and sometimes he chooses a different one — but about 75% of the time, it’s been Pooh.A few weeks ago, he started noticing that we were almost to the end. He got very concerned, asking what we’d do next. I suggested a different book, which he didn’t like. Then I pointed out that we could restart the Pooh stories from the beginning, which was exciting for him.Last night, we finished the book. The very last story was an interesting one, suggesting Christopher Robin growing up and no longer having imaginary adventures with the animals, but making Pooh promise to always be there for him. I don’t think Jacob caught onto that meaning, though. When we finished it, we had this conversation:Jacob: “Dad, is that the end?”Me: “Yes.”Jacob, getting a big smile: “Yay! So can we start back at the beginning tomorrow?”Me: “Sure!”Jacob then gave a clap, shouted “Yay!” again, and was a very happy boy.Sometimes I wonder what our boys will remember in 25 years of their fun times with me. I don’t know if Jacob will remember all the days reading about the animals in the 100-acre wood when he was 4, or maybe he’ll remember watching train and combine videos, or playing radio hide-and-seek, or maybe something entirely different.But I have no doubt that I will remember sitting on the couch in his room, holding him on my lap, and reading a 350-page book to a loving 4-year-old. As Pooh aptly put it, “Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”This review was also posted to my blog.

  • Young At Heart Reader
    2019-06-26 15:14

    I feel like I'm one of the few people who didn't actually grow up with Winnie the Pooh. I didn't watch the cartoon series or the movies. I didn't read the books other than the ones printed by Disney. Oddly enough I did write some Winnie the Pooh stories when I was a kid, but those have long since been forgotten.Because of this, I don't think I can appreciate these stories like others. While I did find them charming, some of the stories were somewhat simple and dull, characteristics that alienated me from this world in the first place. The illustrations help keep the stories from becoming entirely bland, but I still found myself slugging through multiple spots.Don't get me wrong, I love these kinds of stories that play off the imagination of a child. But really this imagination has all the appeal of a piece of white bread. It'll fill you, but it won't exactly be an exciting experience.Also, some things I was surprised to see in this book include child abduction, ditching someone in the woods so they could learn a lesson and Eeyore's sass. I never knew a donkey could be so passive aggressive.

  • Anna-Carolina
    2019-06-10 13:15

    I read Winnie-the-Pooh for the first time when I was 21 years old and thought it was one of the most funny, sweet and endearing books I have read thus far. I believe Winnie-the-Pooh to be a book that can be enjoyed by both adults and children for completely different reasons. As a 21 year old, I noticed the sometimes sarcastic but, in my opinion, hilarious tone of A.A. Milne's writing, something a child might not notice. I think it is written very cleverly and that Milne has created a beautiful fantasy world.

  • Bill
    2019-06-26 10:03

    2017: Read to Christina (7) and Rach (5) - it was a little to old for them I think, but fun to read together.2010 Reading: Read with Joanna each night over the course of a few months. She loved it, and so did I actually! This sort of timeless children's book is rewarding for a grown up reader too.

  • Donna Barnes
    2019-06-02 14:22

    I recently saw the film "Goodbye, Christopher Robin," and it inspired me to finally sit down and read this gem of a book. Unlike my husband who had it read to him every night when he was little, I never had it read to me, nor read it to myself. I'm not sure why --- perhaps my age --- there was renewed interest into Winnie the Pooh when Disney got the rights, so maybe that had something to do with it. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, remembering, of course, that I'm not the demographic to be reading it ---- or am I? The book is so well done, dealing with chasing Woozles and Heffalumps, throwing parties for Eyeore, saving Baby Roo in the water, and finally honoring Pooh at a big party for helping his friends. All the while, the book is also introducing all the fine characters that live in 100-Acre Wood. I found myself re-reading several times because I wasn't paying as much attention as i should have been doing while reading, to catch the irony or humor that probably would only be caught by adults --- so Milne was way ahead of time in putting little precious moments in his kids' books for adults READING to the kids can enjoy as well! This truly is a gem, if you haven't gotten a chance to read it before. Thanks to that wonderful movie for inspiring me to do this activity!

  • Jenny
    2019-06-16 07:59

    The World of Pooh is a series of short stories about life in the Hundred Acre Wood. Gavin read this to Alice and I thought that I'd read it myself since I am a general fan of Winnie the Pooh. I found myself falling asleep rather quickly as I was reading this, but I suspect it has more to do with the season I read this in than with the content of the book. In general the stories are sweet, gentle ones. I was interested that certain characters appear over time (if I recall, Tigger doesn't even come on the scene until the second book). I was surprised that Eeyore was much more ascerbic and mean than he is portrayed in Disney's version.

  • Nina
    2019-06-09 08:23

    "-Какво най-много обичаш да правиш на този свят, Пух?Това, което най-много обичам на този свят, е аз и Прасчо да дойдем да те видим и ти да ни кажеш: "Какво ще кажете за нещо малко?", и аз да кажа: "Не бих имал нищо против, а ти, Прасчо?", и вън да е ден за тананикане и птичките да пеят" Мечо Пух

  • Kate
    2019-06-22 11:13

    This is such a charming, sweet, funny, and timeless collection of stories about the adventures of characters in the hundred acre wood. My favorite characters are Pooh, Piglet, and Eeyore. I love Ernest Shepherd's illustrations. The bittersweet ending always makes me cry. It is a sad fact that we all have to grow up, but this book can remind us of the magical thinking our childhoods possessed.

  • Daniel Klawitter
    2019-06-09 14:12

    "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you" ---A.A. Milne.

  • Kelsey
    2019-06-12 08:16

    My favorite part of reading this was my daughter’s little voice reading Eeyore’s lines. Lots of wisdom tied up in these characters.

  • Holly Weiss
    2019-06-17 14:09

    Delightful review of play, creativity and friends.

  • Nick
    2019-06-05 15:56

    Winnie-the-Pooh has been my daughter's favorite childhood companion since she turned one. Pooh bear goes everywhere with us, and even if he doesn't, he's never far away. She just turned four, and I thought it would be time to at least attempt to read her the original stories. The Disney cartoons and tales are timeless, but the original Milne/Shepherd stories are the absolute best. I didn't know if she'd follow along or become bored because of the amount of text, but I had a feeling she'd enjoy looking at the illustrations and recognize the familiarity within each chapter (the Disney takes do a good job incorporating much of Milne's vision and even words into their presentation while adding a bit here and there to make it their own). We read the entire collection, both books, in just under a month. Each night before bed we would read a chapter (or half) and laugh and laugh and laugh. My appreciation for Pooh and his friends continues to grow. He's a wonderful role model and ever-present example to all of us, young and old, to not take ourselves too seriously. Milne's writing is cheeky, witty and clever. I could read about these characters until the end of time. Perhaps I will.

  • Bev
    2019-06-26 12:01

    As a special treat for myself (and to fulfill a couple of the "Reread 4 Books" requirements for the Book Bingo Reading Challenge), I'm rereading the Winnie-the-Pooh books by A. A. Milne. First up:Winnie-the-Pooh--in which we are introduced to Pooh, Piglet, Rabbit, Owl (sometimes spelled WOL), Eeyore, Kanga, Roo, and--of course--Christopher Robin. In this collection of short adventures Pooh disguises himself as a rain cloud in order to try and fool some bees into allowing him to have their honey; Pooh and Piglet try to catch a heffalump; Christopher Robin and all his friends go on an Expedition to find the North Pole; Eeyore has a birthday; and Pooh helps Christopher Robin rescue Piglet from being surrounded by water.and thenThe House at Pooh Corner--in which Tigger is added to Christopher Robin's host of friends and we discover that Tiggers (despite what they might say) don't like honey, haycorns or thistles. Further adventures include building a house for Eeyore, rescuing Roo and Tigger from their tree-climbing adventure, a search for one of Rabbit's friends and relations named Small, playing Pooh-sticks, and the un-bouncing of Tigger.These were wonderful books to read as a child. I loved the magical Hundred Acre Wood where bears and piglets and rabbits and donkeys and all the other animals lived and had adventures and played withe their friend Christopher Robin. They were also wonderful books to sit down and read to my son 20 years later--and to watch the original stories with him on VHS. I really can't figure out why so many reviewers blast the Disney version. Disney's Pooh is far more faithful to the text than a lot of the Disney features--whole pages of dialogue are transported to the screen*. That is one thing I noticed in this reread. A delightful little trip down memory lane. The books were five stars when I first read them, they were five stars when I read them to my son, and they are five stars now.{*I am not, of course, counting any of the "spin-off" Winnie-the-Pooh cartoons or more modern versions with this "Darby" character who has taken over. I refer to the classic Pooh stories as seen on "Wonderful World of Disney."}First posted on my blog My Reader's Block.

  • Joel Simon
    2019-06-06 11:02

    I had never before read the complete Winnie-the-Pooh stories, and I had high hopes for this book. Having grown up knowing the characters from television specials, and later seeing the smiles on my children's faces when meeting the characters at Disneyland Paris, I really wanted to love the book. I thought of it sitting nicely beside The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland as favorite books that also turned out to be classics in television and movie format. So this became a read-aloud book for bedtime with my 6-year-old daughter. Unfortunately, we were both disappointed. On the one hand, the adventures of Pooh and his familiar friends are creative and the characters are lovingly adorable. I particularly enjoyed when Tigger is first introduced into the story. But ultimately, this is a children's book, and my two-star rating reflects the author's failure to satisfy his main target audience. The writing is too sophisticated and the jokes are too complicated. The misspellings of long words by Rabbit and Owl, and the mispronunciations of or mixing up of concepts by Pooh, which are meant to be humorous and are integral to the story, went right over my daughter's head and when you try to explain them, they just aren't funny enough to entertain a child. A lot of the writing is long-winded and quite stiff, and basically boring. For example, referring to Pooh as a "bear of very little brain", or having Pooh repeat that he is going on an "expotition" just doesn't work with a young child. We were both very much looking forward to reading this book and we were both very happy to finally finish it!

  • Nicole
    2019-06-10 12:12

    I've long had a soft spot for Pooh Bear, Tigger, Eeyore, and Kanga in particular. In many ways, this was as charming as the bits of stories I remember from childhood. The illustrations are simple and sweet. I enjoyed the dry British humour. I'm still a bit amazed at the seeming sophistication of including poor, passive-aggressive (or depressed? or both?) Eeyore, but maybe he was simply based on someone Milne knew. At times, though, I have to admit that a certain pattern of unfinished conversations got a bit tedious.(Is this a typically British thing or a childlike thing? It can be funny in small amounts, like Ricky Gervais' character in Night at the Museum.) While the stories may very well be little amusements created by a father for his son that are intended to be taken at face value, I did find myself wondering what lesson or lessons might have been intended. In general, there is a theme of not being unkind to those who mean well. The schemes to teach Kanga and Roo and Tigger lessons backfire. (Is Rabbit jealous of any animal bouncier than himself?) Someone always remembers to be kind to Eeyore, and Eeyore is reminded that he could go visit someone instead moping that no one comes to see him. Milne also seems to poke a bit of fun at those who consider themselves smarter than others or "above" others. While Owl and Rabbit are respected for their supposed "Brain", both do silly things and end up being helped by the other, often kinder, animals. Eeyore thinks he's smarter than the others, but he makes a mistake while trying to help Owl find a new house. Overall, this book is a light, sweet treat and a reminder of childhood forever preserved onto pages.