Джеймс Барри – шотландский драматург и романист, подаривший миру незабываемую историю о мальчике, который хотел навсегда остаться ребенком.
Но как же так? Ведь все дети рано или поздно взрослеют. Да, все. Кроме одного.
Перед сном родители рассказывают своим детям удивительную историю о мальчике по имени Питер Пен. Говорят, он умеет летать, благодаря волшебной пыльце феи Тинкер Белл. Живет Питер Пен в сказочной стране Неверленд, где дети никогда не взрослеют и ложатся спать, когда захотят. Где можно увидеть русалок, примкнуть к племени индейцев или сразиться с пиратами. Приключения ждут на каждом шагу! Вы тоже можете попасть туда. Главное – верить! И да, оставьте окно на ночь открытым.
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Оглавление
Джеймс Мэтью Барри. Peter Pan / Питер Пен
Chapter I. Peter breaks through
Chapter II. The shadow
Chapter III. Come away, come away!
Chapter IV. The flight
Chapter V. The island come true
Chapter VI. The little house
Chapter VII. The home under the ground
Chapter VIII. The Mermaids’ lagoon
Chapter IX. The Never bird
Chapter X. The happy home
Chapter XI. Wendy’s story
Chapter XII. The children are carried off
Chapter XIII. Do you believe in fairies?
Chapter XIV. The pirate ship
Chapter XV “Hook or me this time”
Chapter XVI. The return home
Chapter XVII. When Wendy grew up
Отрывок из книги
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, “Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!” This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.
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“That is not Nana’s unhappy bark,” she said, little guessing what was about to happen; “that is her bark when she smells danger.”
