検索キーワード： 著者 "Rudyard Kipling" すべてのカテゴリー

V te daljokie dni, kogda vse sushhestva tol'ko chto nachali zhit' na zemle, moja ljubimaja, leopard poselilsja v pustynnom meste, kotoroe nazyvalos' Vysokij Fel'dt. Zamet': jeto ne byl Nizkij Fel'dt, ili Lesistyj Fel'dt, ili Gornyj Fel'dt; net, leopard zhil v sovershenno goloj, unyloj, znojnoj, zalitoj sijajushhimi luchami solnca pustyne, nazyvavshejsja Vysokim Fel'dtom. Mestnost' jetu pokryval pesok, skaly odnogo cveta s peskom i redkie kusty zheltovatoj travy.

V samye starodavnie vremena, moja kroshechka, vo vremena, kotorye byli ran'she staryh vremen, slovom, v samom nachale mira, zhil staryj, samyj staryj volshebnik i peredelyval po-svoemu vse, chto togda bylo. Sperva on sdelal zemlju, potom more, potom velel zhivotnym sobrat'sja i nachat' igrat'. Zhivotnye prishli i skazali: "O, starejshij i velikij volshebnik, kak nam igrat'?" I on otvetil im: "Ja skazhu kak".

V samye pervye gody, davnym-davno, vsja zemlja byla noven'kaja, tol'ko chto sdelannaja. Zhivotnye s pervyh zhe dnej stali sluzhit' Cheloveku. No v Uzhasno Unyloj Pustyne zhil Uzhasno Unylyj Verbljud, kotoryj i ne dumal rabotat'. On el suhie koljuchki, zhestkie vetki, tamarisk, ternovnik i koru, no rabotat' ni za chto ne hotel - takoj bessovestnyj bezdel'nik i lentjaj! I chto by ni govorili emu, on na vse otvechal: - Grrb!

Teper', moja ljubimaja, ty uznaesh', chto cherez nedelju posle togo, kak Tefimaj Metallumaj (my po-prezhnemu budem nazyvat' ee Tefi) sdelala bol'shuju oshibku otnositel'no ostrogi, chuzhogo cheloveka, pis'ma-kartinki i vsego ostal'nogo, ona opjat' poshla s Tegumaem lovit' karpov. Teshumaj Tevindroj hotela, chtoby Tefi ostalas' doma i pomogla ej razvesit' na zherdjah zverinye kozhi, no Tefi rano ubezhala k svoemu otcu, i oni prinjalis' lovit' rybu.

Detskij radiospektakl' "Maugli" - po motivam znamenityh rasskazov "Kniga dzhunglej" anglijskogo pisatelja Red'jarda Kiplinga. Malen'kij mal'chik popadaet v dzhungli, v volch'ju sem'ju. On prigljanulsja materi-volchice. Ona nazvala ego Maugli (ljagushonok) i zashhitila ot tigra-ljudoeda Sher-Hana, schitavshego ego svoej dobychej. Volki vskormili i vospitali chelovecheskogo detjonysha. Sem'ja zhivjot v stae, kotoraja upravljaetsja zakonom dzhunglej.

Izdanie soderzhit zamechatel'nyj rasskaz o zhivotnyh velikogo anglijskogo pisatelja - prozaika i pojeta, laureata Nobelevskoj premii po literature (1907) Dzhozefa Red'jarda Kiplinga (1865-1936). Jetot rasskaz vhodit v znamenityj sbornik "Vtoraja Kniga Dzhunglej" (1895 g.).

Slushaj, moja detochka, slushaj horoshen'ko; ja rasskazhu tebe novuju chudesnuju skazku, ona sovsem ne pohozha na moi ostal'nye. Ja rasskazhu tebe ob jetom mudrom pravitele, kotorogo zvali Sulejman-Ben-Daud; jeto znachit Solomon, syn Davida.Ob jetom Sulejman-Ben-Daude sostavleno trista pjat'desjat pjat' rasskazov; no moja istorija ne iz ih chisla. Ja ne stanu govorit' pro pigalicu, kotoraja nashla vodu, ili pro udoda, kotoryj svoimi krylyshkami zashhitil Sulejmana ot solnechnogo znoja.

Nu, moja milaja detochka, teper' slushaj horoshen'ko-horoshen'ko, potomu chto vse, chto ja rasskazhu sejchas, proizoshlo i sluchilos', kogda nashi domashnie zhivotnye byli eshhe dikimi. Sobaka byla dikoj, loshad' byla dikoj, korova byla dikoj, ovca byla dikoj, svin'ja byla dikoj; vse oni byli sovsem-sovsem dikimi zhivotnymi i rashazhivali po syrym, dikim lesam, sovsem odni, gde im vzdumaetsja. No samym dikim iz vseh dikih zhivotnyh byl kot. On razgulival odin, gde hotel, i vse mesta byli dlja nego odinakovy.

Nashemu staromu kenguru bylo vechno zharko; no v te vremena, o kotoryh ja govorju, on byl sovsem drugim zver'kom i begal na chetyreh koroten'kih nogah. Shkurka u nego byla seraja, pushistaja, i on otlichalsja gordym nravom. Stranno, on bol'she vsego gordilsja tem, chto tanceval na gornoj ploshhadke v centre Avstralii.

V starodavnie vremena v more zhil Kit. Zhil i el rybu, vsjakuju raznuju rybu: tresku i kambalu, plotvu i makrel', shhuk i skatov, minog i lovkih v'junov ugrej. El on takzhe morskih zvjozd i krabov i vsjo, vsjo, vsjo, chto tol'ko emu popadalos'. Na vseh-to, na vseh ryb, na vseh morskih zhivotnyh, kotoryh Kit zamechal, on kidalsja i, otkryv ogromnuju past', hvatal ih. Am - i gotovo! Nakonec Kit s#el reshitel'no vseh ryb vo vseh morjah.

Izdanie soderzhit zamechatel'nyj rasskaz o zhivotnyh velikogo anglijskogo pisatelja - prozaika i pojeta, laureata Nobelevskoj premii po literature (1907) Dzhozefa Red'jarda Kiplinga (1865-1936). Jetot rasskaz vhodit v znamenityj sbornik "Kniga Dzhunglej" (1894 g). "Malen'kij Tumai" - istorija slona Kala Naga i ego pogonshhika malen'kogo Tumai. Istorija preodolenija sebja, svoego straha, istorija stanovlenija haraktera, istorija vozniknovenija druzhby mezhdu slonom i chelovekom...

Mnogo-mnogo let tomu nazad, moja ljubimaja, u slona ne bylo hobota - tol'ko chernovatyj tolstyj nos, velichinoj s sapog; pravda, slon mog povorachivat' ego iz storony v storonu, no ne podnimal im nikakih veshhej. V jeto zhe vremja zhil na svete ochen' molodoj slon, slon-ditja. On byl strashno ljubopyten, a potomu vechno vsem zadaval razlichnye voprosy. Zhil on v Afrike, i nikto v jetoj obshirnoj strane ne mog nasytit' ego ljubopytstva.

Ochen'-ochen' davno na svete zhil pervobytnyj chelovek. Zhil on v prostoj peshhere, ne nosil pochti nikakoj odezhdy, ne umel ni chitat', ni pisat', da emu sovsem i ne hotelos' uchit'sja chitat' ili pisat'. Chelovek jetot ne chuvstvoval sebja sovershenno schastlivym tol'ko v to vremja, kogda on byval goloden. Zvali ego, moja ljubimaja, Tegumaj Bopsulaj, i jeto imja znachilo: "chelovek, kotoryj ne speshit". No my s toboj budem ego zvat' prosto Tegumaj; tak koroche.

Teper', moja ljubimaja, ja rasskazhu tebe o tom, chto sluchilos' v davno-davno proshedshie vremena. Tak vot, v jeti dalekie vremena zhil da byl koljuchka-ezhik, zhil na beregah bol'shoj burnoj reki Amazonki, gde poedal ulitok v rakovinah, sliznjakov i tomu podobnye veshhi. On byl ochen' druzhen s tihonej-cherepahoj, kotoraja tozhe zhila na beregu Amazonki, ela listiki zelenogo latuka i drugie rastenija. Nu, znachit, vse bylo v porjadke, pravda, moja ljubimaja.

Rovno cherez pjat' nedel' na Krasnom more stalo tak zharko, chto zhiteli sbrosili s sebja vsju svoju odezhdu. Ognepoklonnik tozhe snjal so svoej golovy shapku, a nosorog skinul s sebja kozhu i, perebrosiv ejo cherez plecho, spustilsja k beregu; on zadumal vykupat'sja. V te dni kozha jeta zastjogivalas' u nego pod sheej na tri pugovicy i ochen' pohodila na nepromokaemoe pal'to.

When Kim O'Hara's Irish parents die, he is left to raise himself on the streets of Lahore where he scrapes a living. After being recognized by an acquaintance of his father, Kim is sent to an English school to learn espionage, and his education is paid for by an old Tibetan priest. After graduating the two are reunited and two roam India in search of the River of the Arrow, which will wash away all sin. Kim must find a way of reconciling his status as both a sahib (white European) and a chela (disciple).

Poetry is often cited as our greatest use of words. The English language has well over a million of them and poets down the ages seem, at times, to make use of every single one. But often they use them in simple ways to describe anything and everything from landscapes to all aspects of the human condition. Poems can evoke within us an individual response that takes us by surprise; that opens our ears and eyes to very personal feelings.

Rudyard Kipling's classic fables, from the story of how the whale got his throat, to the tale of the butterfly that stamped. Narrated by Michael Ward.

Just So Stories is a collection of contemporary children's stories by Rudyard Kipling. Many of the stories are fictitious explanations for natural occurrences, including the stories How the Whale Got His Throat and How the Camel Got His Hump. These stories will keep children entertained for hours.

This book contains the first three short stories from Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book. These stories tell the exciting adventures of Mowgli - a boy raised by wolves in the jungles of India.