Страшитесь непроходимых джунглей английского? Вам на помощь придет «Книга джунглей»! Знакомые с детства тексты без труда читаются даже в оригинале.
Редьярд Киплинг – писатель, поэт, путешественник и лауреат Нобелевской премии по литературе. Он родился в Индии и много путешествовал по ней, когда стал старше, изучая жизнь простых людей. «Книга джунглей» рассказывает о разных героях: мальчике Маугли, выращенном волками, отважном мангусте Рикки-Тикки-Тави и множестве других. Эти завораживающие истории создают особый мифический мир, который будет с вами многие годы после прочтения.
В это издание вошли «Книга джунглей» и «Вторая книга джунглей». Книга издана без сокращений и адаптации. Наслаждайтесь приключениями Маугли в оригинале!
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Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг. The Jungle Book
The Jungle Book
Mowgli’s Brothers
Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack
Kaa’s Hunting
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log
"Tiger! Tiger!"
Mowgli’s Song, that he sang at the council rock when he danced on Shere Khan’s hide
The White Seal
Lukannon
“Rikki-Tikki-Tavi”
Darzee’s Chant (Sung in honor of Rikki-tikki-tavi)
Toomai of the Elephants
Shiv and the Grasshopper (The song that Toomai’s mother sang to the baby)
Her Majesty’s Servants
Parade Song of the Camp Animals
Elephants of the gun teams
Gun bullocks
Cavalry horses
Screw-gun mules
Commissariat camels
All the beasts together
The Second Jungle Book
How Fear Came
The Law of the Jungle
The Miracle of Purun Bhagat
A Song of Kabir
Letting in the Jungle
Mowgli’s Song against People
The Undertakers
A Ripple Song
The King’s Ankus
The Song of the Little Hunter
Quiquern
Angutivaun Taina’
Red Dog
Chil’s Song
The Spring Running
The Outsong
Отрывок из книги
It was seven o’clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day’s rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. “Augrh!” said Father Wolf. “It is time to hunt again.” He was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: “Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.”
It was the jackal – Tabaqui, the Dish-licker – and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbishheaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tab – aqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee – the madness – and run.
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“He has no right,” whispered Bagheera. “Say so. He is a dog’s son. He will be frightened.”
Mowgli sprang to his feet. “Free People,” he cried, “does Shere Khan lead the Pack? What has a tiger to do with our leadership?”
