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Глупенький мой мишка,-сказал Кристофер Робин.

• А когда он уходит?

I could spend a happy morning Seeing Roo, I could spend a happy morning Being Pooh. For it doesn't seem to matter, If I don't get any fatter (And I don't get any fatter), What I do.

"Да , немного страшновато, - сказал Пятачок сам себе, - быть Очень Маленьким Существом, совершенно окруженный водой."

Всё из-за этого мытья.

"Миот"

Ты самый лучший медвежонок на свете! - утешил его Кристофер Робин.

Не может быть, чтобы та совсем - совсем никого не было! Кто-то там всё таки есть - ведь кто-нибудь должен же сказать: "Соваем-совсем никого!"

Like a dream when nothing goes right.

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”

When Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,”and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “But don't bother about the bread, please.”

The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the foor of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year , next year, sometime or never. He had just discovered that it would be never, and was trying to remember what "it" was, and hoping it wasn't anything nice...

Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.

"Aha!" said Pooh. Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum. "If I know anything about anything, that hole means Rabbit," he said, "and Rabbit means Company," he said, "and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me-Humming and such like. Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um"

"...what colour was this balloon when it – when it was a balloon?" "Red". "I just wondered... Red," he murmured to himself. "My favourite colour... How big was it?" "About as big as me". "I just wondered... About as big as Piglet," he said to himself sadly. "My favourite size. Well, well".

It was a warm day, and he had a long way to go. He hadn't gone more than half-way when a sort of funny feeling began to creep all over him. It began at the tip of his nose and trickled all through him and out at the soles of his feet. It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something".

"You seem so sad, Eeyore". "Sad? Why should I be sad? It's my birthday. The happiest day of the year".

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly. Ask me a riddle and I reply: “Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, A fish can’t whistle and neither can I. Ask me a riddle and I reply: “Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, Why does a chicken, I don’t know why. Ask me a riddle and I reply: “Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”

"Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!" "So do I," said Pooh.