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Джоэль Чендлер Харрис. The Tales of Uncle Remus / Сказки дядюшки Римуса. Книга для чтения на английском языке
Introduction
How the Animals Came to Earth
How Brer Fox and Brer Dog Became Enemies
“Hold ’im Down, Brer Fox”
Brer Rabbit Comes to Dinner
Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby
Brer Rabbit Gets Even
Brer Rabbit and Sister Cow
Brer Turtle, Brer Rabbit, and Brer Fox
Brer Wolf Tries to Catch Brer Rabbit
Brer Rabbit Finally Gets Beaten
Mr. Jack Sparrow Meets His End
Brer Rabbit Gets Caught One More Time
The Death of Brer Wolf
Brer Fox and Brer Rabbit Go Hunting
Brer Rabbit Tricks Brer Fox Again
Brer Rabbit Eats the Butter
Brer Rabbit Saves His Meat
Brer Rabbit’s Children
The Death of Brer Fox
Brer Rabbit and Brer Lion
Brer Rabbit Takes Care of Brer Tiger
Brer Lion Meets the Creature
The Talking House
Brer Rabbit Gets Beaten Again
Brer Rabbit Tricks Brer Bear
The End of Brer Bear
Brer Fox Gets Tricked Again
Brer Rabbit and the Little Girl
Brer Rabbit Goes Back to Mr. Man’s Garden
Brer Possum Hears the Singing
Brer Rabbit’s Riddle
The Moon in the Pond
Why Brer Bear Has No Tail
Wiley Wolf and Riley Rabbit
Brer Rabbit Gets the Money
The Cradle Didn’t Rock
Brer Rabbit to the Rescue
The Noise in the Woods
Brer Rabbit Gets the Meat Again
Brer Wolf Gets in More Trouble
Brer Rabbit Tells on Brer Wolf
Brer Rabbit and the Mosquitoes
How Brer Rabbit Became a Scary Monster
Brer Fox, Brer Rabbit, and King Deer’s Daughter
Brer Rabbit Breaks Up the Party
Brer Rabbit Outwits Mr. Man
Brer Wolf, Brer Fox, and the Little Rabbits
Brer Rabbit’s Luck
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My lasting memories of my grandmother are of her telling me stories. I know that she told folktales and fairy tales from many parts of the world. I cried when she told Andersen’s Little Match Girl – it was so beautiful and so sad. But my favorites, and I’m sure they were hers as well, were the Brer Rabbit stories. I howled with laughter when Brer Rabbit asked the Tar Baby “and how does your symptoms segashuate?” My grandmother did not attempt to use the dialect of Joel Chandler Harris because, even though she had been born on a Maryland plantation in 1862, she did not speak the way Harris interpreted slave speech. Her mother had told her the stories and she told them to me with love and affection as she sat in her favorite rocking chair in the middle of a large, old-fashioned kitchen. It was a way for her to entertain me as she watched her cooking.
In 1917 when I was old enough to go to school I still wanted to hear about Brer Rabbit and Miz Meadows and the gals, so I would rush home to be there by “pot-watching” time. “Grandma,” I’d ask, “tell about how Brer Rabbit tricked Brer Fox.” We would get comfortable[1] and start down Brer Rabbit’s road. Small, helpless Brer Rabbit always defeated his adversaries – the large animals – with his wit, humor, and wisdom. In my smallness I related to the clever little hare who could always get out of the most difficult situations through his sharp wit.
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He turned Brer Fox around again, slowed him to a trot and rode on up to Miz Meadows’s house, where he got off and tied Brer Fox to the hitching post. He sauntered up the steps, tipped his hat to the ladies, lit a cigar, and sat down in the rocking chair.
“Ladies, didn’t I tell you that Brer Fox was the riding horse for our family! Of course, he don’t keep his gait like he used to, but in a month or so he’ll have it back.”
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