Пітер Пен

Это был вовсе и не субботний вечер, а впрочем, мог бы и быть субботним. Они уже давно потеряли счет дням, но всегда, когда им хотелось что-нибудь выклянчить, они объявляли, что наступил субботний вечер.

Каждый раз, когда ребенок говорит, что не верит в сказку, где-то умирает фея.

It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days;
but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did
it.

The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her.

She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have seen that he was very like Mrs. Darling's kiss.