Let's continue about Winnie the Pooh...
According to the site winnie-the-pooh.ru, Alan Alexander Milne
published the first Winnie the Pooh story on December 12, 1925, when
his son Christopher Robin was 5 years old. First book
("Winnie-The-Pooh and All, All, All", in which the said tale
is the first chapter of 10 available) published in 1926.
The second - "The House at Pooh Corner" - in 1928 (it also has 10
chapters, and it begins with "Contradiction" as opposed to
"Introduction" of the first book; I would translate "Contradiction" as
"Retreat" as opposed to "Entry").
Essentially a children's work, Pooh is very philosophical. His
heroes think. They think wrong, but they reveal the whole move
their reasoning and logical errors.
There are three known translations into Russian: Boris Zakhoder
(Piglet=Piglet), V.P.Rudnev+T.A.Mikhailova (Piglet=Piglet) and
Victor Weber + Natalia Rein (Piglet = Khryuka). English text
(which can be found at www.ksana-k.narod.ru) is in an explicit
advantage compared to translations: short and concise English
words (among the 100 most common English words 91 -
monosyllabic) do not have equally short Russian analogues.
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For reference - the 300 most common English words ("The American
Heritage Word Frequency Book" by John B. Carroll, Peter Davies,
and Barry Richman (Houghton Mifflin, 1971, ISBN 0-395-13570-2)),которые я разбил на понятийные группы.
Положение: here there around along through across against top up
down right left back by on over above under below in out away
into from to toward at between with without near far side
Время: time times day days night year years during since soon
following ever never once sometimes usually often always while
until still again before after then now today just
Лицо: I me my we us our you your it its it's she he him his her
they their them others
Число: number part parts whole 1 one first 2 two together second
3 three four five next last few many much more most some enough
Вещь: thing things something a the several any only both every
all each that this these those another other different same
such
Сорт: like as so white large big small little high long turned
hard good better best great well important new young old form
kind line point
Бытие: be been being is are was were will would live life
Движение: go went going come came
Труд: do does did don't make made work use used using help began
end try change play
Обладание: have has had own keep take took get got put set give
Модальность: may might can could must should want need let
Организм: hand head feet eyes animals food man men Mr children
boy boys mother father people
Зрение: show look looked see saw read write find found
Речь: asked answer example name telltold say said called hear
heard sound word words sentence story
Thinking: think thought know knew means study learn sure
Question: why who how which what when where
Logic: because if no not but however or and off even also
almost than about for too very
Creativity: paper page picture
World: place room house home school way ways miles city land
country sea earth world light sun water air
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English words easily form a rhythmic pattern,
easy to recite. English's special win
in comparison with Russian is visible in direct speech, where sometimes one
Any word has to be translated in three.
Zakhoder preferred to call his translation a retelling. However
less, this is the most competent translation of all three (though
missing dedications, prefaces and Cottleston poem
Pie). Zakhoder's poems are much better than in other translations.
Lack of translation - the text cannot be read thereby
A 5-year-old child, since Boris Vladimirovich is weak
imagined the vocabulary of this child. Often even
instead of Pooh simple and short words (and we know that
"He doesn't use long, difficult words, like Owl") we see
something reinforced concrete heavy. However, translations by Rudnev and
Weber is even worse in this regard. I really don't like it
a certain immodesty of Zakhoder, thankswhich he first
signed the book with his last name, and then declared the "author's
rights" to translate the names of characters [B. ZAKHODER. Adventure
Winnie the Pooh (From the history of my publications].). Apparently, precisely because
these “rights” Rudnev and Weber had to wiggle like snakes so that the names
didn't match. Meanwhile, it is clear that a successful translation of the name (a
sometimes a successful translation of some phrase in the text)
there is often only one, and it is foolish to refuse it
only because Zakhoder translated it that way before. In addition, it is necessary
take into account that Zakhoder’s translation had no competitors for 30 years, his
names have entered the language, and this cannot be changed.
Rudnev's translation is found in the lampoon "WINNIE THE POOH AND PHILOSOPHY"
ORDINARY LANGUAGE", which in the annotation is called "intellectual
bestseller" (of course, of course, you can’t praise yourself - you sit like
spat upon). Generally speaking, this is pornography. Accordingly,
the translation is tailored to Rudnev’s dirty goals. Heroes
aggressive, and many episodes are covered with comments worthy
mental hospitals, for example, Christopher Robin's tunic (shirt)
called women's clothing, and Heffalump (Heffalump) interpreted as
phallic symbol. Now about the translation itself. Rudnev (who
supposedly a "philologist") obvious problems with the English language. He
made his way through the text, translating almost every word, but poorly
understanding the general meaning. For example, it remained a mystery to him that
mean the inscriptions B, HB and BB on pencils(he translated them as
M, XM and PM, although B, HB and BB are real inscriptions on pencils,
corresponding to Russian M, TM and 2M). From the text "Written down
like this, it doesn't seem a very good song, but coming through
pale fawn fluff at about half-past eleven on a very sunny
morning, it seemed to Pooh to be one of the best songs he had
ever sung" Rudnev for some reason concluded that Pooh walked through the "light
the yellowish-brown fluff of a very sunny morning," although
it is obvious that a song went through this fluff, and the fluff, in fact,
covered with Winnie the Pooh. (To be fair, it should be noted that this
even Zakhoder couldn’t translate pale fawn fluff - he simply
missed it. Weber too.) Even funnier is that "inches marked on the
ruler in case you wanted to know how many anything inches was"
Rudnev turned into a mysterious phrase: “ink mark on
ruler in case you want to know how much ink
there's still some left." The verses in this translation are characterized by the fact that
presented in sizes supposedly “associated” with a certain
mood. Among these verses I do not find satisfactory.
Weber's translation, which I only got yesterday (March 27),
opens with a beautiful RHYMED translation of the dedication:
Christopher Robin and me
We came to visit you and ask
Accept the gift. We present
We have a book, a surprise for you.
Whether you like it or not, we don’t know
But we still hope - yes!
Nowthis book is yours
We dedicate it to you with love.
It seems impossible to translate better. But... that's the only thing
good poem in the book. How this happened is unclear...
The translations themselves are accurate - but for some reason they are not readable. Quality
prose translation - average. However, there are findings: for example,
"umishko" instead of "brain". It is clear that the direct translation is “brains”
sounds clumsy. Owl is still "Owl" here; Rudnev's - "Sych"
since he he, although "Owl" would be better - this word is more
accessible to a child than the word "Owl". But Zakhoderovsko-Weber
version can be accepted. For example, because Owl speaks to
mentoring tone, and a Russian educator or teacher, like
usually a woman.
I prepared my translation of the beginning of the tale even before
got acquainted with the works of Rudnev and Weber. I took it as a basis
Zakhoder's realities (including gender bear from the zoo and sawdust
in Pooh's head). Some phrases had to be conveyed closest to
spoken in the popular (unfortunately) Khitruk cartoon,
since these phrases have even found their way into jokes. The cartoon itself
terrible - by throwing out Christopher Robin, Khitruk deprived the picture of morality
and meaning, turning it into a clown show like Tom and Jerry.
I ventured to explain the word ther in the twice used
in the expression Winnie-ther-Pooh (in the mouth of Christopher Robin). My
English did not make it possible to determine how it would be understood
a real Englishman (here you need knowledge of the peculiaritieschildren's
speech). Therefore, my rather heavy pun is only, as it were,
emphasizes: Something Was Here (let's just say: translation v1.1).
Another difference in my translation is the rhythm. Moreover, unlike
Zakhodera, I used the dictionary not of a high school student, but of a 5-year-old
child, about whom see above. Unfortunately, this does not apply to
the said pun; if it weren’t for Zakhoderov’s translation
existed, the bear would probably have received the name Bella-Pooh from me.
In the Czech translation "Medvi'dek Pu'" is an analogue of the name Winnie in general
absent, but of course it’s not good to do that...
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To her
We came together
Christopher Robin and me
Place this book on your lap.
Tell me: did we surprise you?
Tell me: is this what you dreamed of?
After all, this book is yours -
After all, we love you.
Introduction
IF you have ever read another Christopher Robin book, you
you may remember that he once had a swan (or a swan
there was Christopher Robin, I don't know for sure), and this swan's name was Pooh.
It was a very, very long time ago, and when we said goodbye to the swan,
we kept the name for ourselves, deciding that now it is not so important to the swan
necessary. And when the teddy bear said that he wanted the most
best name, Christopher Robin answered without any hesitation: you
Winnie the Pooh. After all, that's how it was. But I only explained to you
half the name, and now must explain the rest.
You can't help butvisit the zoo if you live in London for a long time.
Some of you, upon entering the zoo through the gate called ENTRANCE,
quickly passes through all the cells and immediately goes through the gate under
name EXIT; but others (I like them better!) go straight away
to where their favorite animal lives, and for a long, long time they stand in front of it
cell. And when Christopher Robin goes to the zoo, he hurries there,
where the bears live, whispers something to the third guard on the left, and then
the door is unlocked, we walk along dark paths, pass steep
steps, and finally we get to a special cage, and it is unlocked,
something furry and red runs out of it, and then Christopher Robin
with a joyful cry: “Bear!” - runs towards and rushes into
hugs. This bear's name was Winnie - as you can see, it's beautiful
bear name; but we can't remember if Winnie was
named after Pooh or vice versa, Pooh after Winnie. Once upon a time we
knew, but forgot. . . .
As soon as I finished writing to this point, Piglet squeaked: “And how
am I?" And I answered: “My dear Piglet, this whole book is about
to you." “But it’s about Pooh,” Piglet squeaked. Of course he was
right He was offended that Pooh got such a big introduction.
I don't argue, Pooh is my favorite; but Piglet often happens there,
where there is no Pooh; after all, you can’t come to school with Pooh so that he
they didn’t notice, but Piglet is so small that he fits into his pocket; and
it's calmer with him when you're not quite sure how long it will betwice
seven: twelve or twenty-two. Sometimes Piglet slips out
pocket and can examine the inkwell; from here it is clear that
he receives significantly more education than Pooh. But Pooh doesn't
gets upset; he says: if someone has brains in their head, and
someone is just sawdust, then so be it!
And then everyone else shouted: “What about Us?” Which means
now is the best time to stop writing the intro and
start writing a book.
A.A.M.
* PART 1 *
Chapter 1
...in which we meet Winnie the Pooh and several
bees, and then the fairy tale begins
IN FRONT of you is a bear who goes down the stairs after
Christopher Robin, banging his head on the steps: boom, boom,
boom. This bear can only descend upside down; true,
sometimes it seems to him that he can find another way - he just needs to
stop babbling and concentrate properly... But this thought
for some reason she quickly leaves, and the bear immediately forgets about her.
One way or another, the bear has already come down and is ready to meet you:
his name is Winnie the Pooh.
When I first heard this name (Vinnie is a girl's name!),
I asked the same thing you're about to ask: "But I thought he
boy?"
"Boy," said Christopher Robin.
"But then you can't call him Vinny?"
"I'm not calling."
"But you said -"
"His name is Winnie the Pooh. You don't know what it means'iny'?"
“Oh, now I know,” I realized. I hope you guessed it too?
Sometimes Winnie the Pooh likes to play (jump upside down or
something like that), but other times he likes it quiet
sit by the fire and listen to a story. This evening -
"How about a fairy tale?" - asked Christopher Robin.
"What about a fairy tale?" - I asked.
"Could you tell Winnie the Pooh a story? Please!"
“I think I can,” I replied. - "What kind of fairy tales does he most
loves?"
“He loves the most about him. He's a Bear."
"Oh yes, I see."
"Please?"
"I'll try," I said.
And I tried it.
Once upon a time, a long time ago - I think it was last Friday - there once lived
Winnie the Pooh; he lived in the forest alone, all alone, under the name
Sanders.
("What do you mean 'under the name'?" asked Christopher Robin.
I replied: “On top - above his door - there were golden letters
this name is written, which means he lived under it."
“Probably Winnie the Pooh didn’t understand this,” said Christopher Robin.
“Now I understand,” the voice growled.
"Then I'll continue," I said.)
And then one day, walking through the forest, he came out into the clearing where he grew up
a tall, tall oak tree, and at the very top of this oak tree someone
buzzed loudly: zhzhzhzhzh...
Winnie the Pooh sat down under a tree, clasped his head in his paws and began to think.
At first he thought like this: “This is zzzzzzzzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhz and and and and and and and and and and and and and not without it. Doesn't happen
zhzhzhzhzh without any meaning. Since zhzhzhzhzhzh is here, it means someone
buzzes, and buzzing makes sense,only if you're a bee."
Then he thought more carefully and said: “And to be a bee,
As far as I know, it only makes sense if you make honey."
Then he stood up and added: “And it makes sense to make honey because
that I eat it." And he climbed up the tree.
He climbed and climbed and climbed, and while he climbed, he hummed a song. Approximately
like this:
Isn't it funny
How does a bear like honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?
The bear loves honey very much!
Why? Who will understand?
In fact, why
Does he like honey that much?
(translation by Boris Zakhoder)
So he climbed a little higher. . . and a little more. . . and more
just a little bit. . . And then a new one came to his mind
song:
It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.
If bears were bees,
Then they wouldn't care
Never thought
Build a house so high;
And then (of course, if
Bees - they were bears!)
We bears would have no need to
Climb such towers!
(translation by Boris Zakhoder, IMHO unsuccessful)
It would be nice if the bear was a bee -
I would not build a house high above the ground.
If only it were so (bees were bears),
There would be no need to climb up such towers!
(my translation)
He was very tired - and that’s why the song turned out so plaintive. But
There's only a little bit left to climb. You just needrise to the top
na t o t s u c h o k. . .
Khryas!
"Mother!" - Pooh shouted, flew three meters and cracked on a branch.
“Why did I just...” he said, flying another five meters to
next branch and turned upside down.
“You see, I didn’t want anything bad...” he explained, flying
another ten meters and hit a branch again.
“Of course, it’s in some way...” he agreed, breaking through
through six branches in a row.
“And all because of that,” he finally decided to admit when
said goodbye to the last branch, turned over three more times and
fell beautifully into a prickly, prickly thorn bush, - “all because
because I love honey too much! Oh, mom!"
He climbed out of the thorn bush, pulled the thorns out of his nose and
thought again. And the very first thing he thought about was Christopher
Robin.
(“About me?” asked Christopher in a voice trembling with excitement
Robin, not daring to believe such happiness.
"About you."
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes became increasingly
more and more, and the cheeks are getting pinker and pinker.)
So, Winnie the Pooh went to his friend Christopher Robin,
who lived in the same forest, in a house with a green door.
"Good morning, Christopher Robin," said Pooh.
“Good morning, Winnie the Pooh,” you said.
“Do you happen to have a balloon?”
"A balloon?"
"Yes, I was just walking and thinking: 'Doesn't Christopher Robin have
balloon?' I was just curious."
"And whydo you want a balloon?" you asked.
Winnie the Pooh looked around to make sure no one was listening.
then he pressed his paw to his lips and said in a terrible whisper: “Honey!”
"Who goes for honey with balloons?"
"I'm walking," said Pooh.
And just the day before you were at a party with your friend Piglet, and
there all the guests were given balloons. You got it
a large green ball, and to one of the Rabbit's relatives -
big, big blue ball. But this relative forgot to take
your ball, because this relative was still very
small, it was even too early for him to visit at all. And then you
I took both balls to my home: green and blue.
"Which one do you like best?" - you asked Pooh.
Pooh clasped his head in his paws and thought deeply, deeply.
“That’s not the point,” he said. - "If you want to get honey -
The main thing is that the bees do not notice anything. And now, if the ball is
green, they might think it's a piece of wood and not
will notice him. And if the ball is blue, they might think that
This is a piece of the sky, and they won’t notice it either. The whole question is - why are they
Would they rather believe it?"
“Do you think they won’t notice you under the balloon?” - you asked.
“Maybe they will notice, maybe they won’t,” said Winnie the Pooh. - "Who
knows what will come to the bees' minds." - Then he thought some more
a little and added: "I'll pretend that I'm a little black
cloud. Then they won't guess."
"Then you better takeblue ball," you answered; and the question was
resolved.
So, you took the blue ball, and you also took your gun (just in case)
case), and you set off together. First Winnie the Pooh
visited a familiar puddle and rolled there in the mud until he became
black-black. You both took the balloon by the string and inflated it
so that it seemed like it was about to burst. Finally you let go
a rope. Pooh smoothly flew into the sky and stopped just
opposite the top of the tree.
"Hurray!" - you shouted.
"Is it great?" - Winnie the Pooh shouted from above. - “And who do I look like?”
"At a bear flying in a balloon!" - you shouted.
“Doesn’t he look like a little black cloud?” - asked anxiously
Pooh.
"Not really."
“Maybe it looks more like it from here. Anyway - who knows what
will come to the bees' minds."
The fluff hung motionless about six meters from the top and could
to approach her if only the breeze would blow; but, to
Unfortunately, there was no wind at all. Pooh could smell honey, Pooh could
to see honey, but to get honey - alas! - I couldn’t.
After a while he shouted (in a loud whisper):
"Christopher Robin!"
"What?"
"I think the bees suspect something!"
"What do they suspect?"
“I don’t know, but I think they’re acting suspicious!”
“Maybe they think you want to steal their honey?”
"Maybe. Who knows what's on their minds."
There was silence. A minute later Pooh shouted:
"Christopher Robin!"
"Yes?"
"You have at homeumbrella?"
"It seems there is."
"Bring him here, walk back and forth with him, look at him all the time
at me and say: 'Ay-ay-ay, it looks like it's going to rain.' I
I think then the bees will trust us more."
Of course, you laughed to yourself: “My stupid little bear!”, but
You didn’t say this out loud because you love him very much; and you
ran for an umbrella.
"Finally!" - Winnie the Pooh shouted as soon as you returned. - "I
I was already starting to worry. I noticed that the bees are already behaving
Very suspicious."
"Should I open my umbrella?" - you asked.
“Open it, just wait a minute. We must act for sure.
The main thing is to deceive the Queen Bee. Can you see it from there?"
"No."
"It's a shame. Okay, then start walking around with an umbrella and saying:
'Ay-ay-ay, it seems like it's going to rain', and I'll sing the Song
Clouds, which real clouds can probably sing. . . .
Come on!"
And you started walking back and forth and talking about the rain, and Winnie the Pooh
sang this song:
How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings loud.
"How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!"
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.
How to be nice Tuchka
And fly across the sky!
Nice for every cloud
Sing this song:
"How nice it is to be Tuchka,
Where is Blue in the sky?
And this is for every cloud
Favorite words!
(my translation)
I am Tuchka, Tuchka, Tuchka,
And not a bear at all,
Oh, how nice it is for Cloud
Fly across the sky!
Ah, inblue-blue sky
Order and comfort -
That's why all Clouds
They sing so joyfully!
(poem by Boris Zakhoder, IMHO better than the original)
But the bees buzzed more and more suspiciously. Several
bees began to fly around Cloud when she sang the second verse
your song. One bee even sat on Tuchka’s nose and immediately
took off again.
"Christopher - ouch! - Robin!" - Cloud screamed.
"What?"
“I thought about it and understood everything. These are the wrong bees!”
"Why?"
"Completely wrong! And they're probably doing the wrong thing
honey, right?"
"Wrong honey?"
"Yeah. I think I need to go down."
"And how?" - you asked.
Winnie the Pooh hasn’t thought about this yet. If he lets go
rope, he falls - boom! - he didn’t immediately like this idea
I liked it! Then he thought carefully and said:
"Christopher Robin, you must shoot a ball with a gun. You have a gun with
yourself?"
“Of course,” you said. - "But if I shoot the ball, it will
will spoil!"
“And if you don’t shoot, I’ll jump!” - said Pooh, “then
I'll be spoiled."
Now you understand what is the best thing to do. You took good aim at
the ball fired.
"Oh!" - Pooh shouted.
"Did I miss?" - you asked.
“It’s not that I DEFINITELY didn’t hit,” said Pooh, “but I didn’t
hit the ball!"
“Sorry, please,” you said and shot again. Bullet
made a hole in the balloon, it began to slowly deflate, and Winnie the Pooh
sank smoothly to the ground.
True, his front legs are completelystiffened, because he
I had to hang for so long, holding on to the rope. The whole week
after that he couldn’t move his paws, and they just stuck out
up. If a fly landed on his nose, he had to blow it away
her: "Puhh! Pukhhh!" And perhaps - although I'm not sure about it -
perhaps that's when they called him Pooh.
"Is this the end of the fairy tale?" - asked Christopher Robin.
"End of this one. But there are others."
"About Pooh and me?"
"And about Piglet, and about Rabbit, and about everyone, everyone, everyone. Are you
Don’t you remember yourself?”
"I remember, but when I want to remember, I forget..."
"Well, for example, one day Pooh and Piglet decided to catch
Heffalump - "
"And they didn't catch him?"
"Nope."
“Of course, because Pooh is so stupid! Did I catch him?”
"Well, that's a different story."
Christopher Robin nodded at me.
“I remember,” he said, “but Pooh forgot almost everything, and he
I really want to hear about this again! Then it will be real
a fairy tale, not just a memory."
“I understand,” I replied.
Christopher Robin took a deep breath, took the bear by the hind paw and
slowly walked towards the door, dragging him behind him. He's at the threshold
turned around and asked: “Are you coming to watch me swim?”
then he asked: “Didn’t it hurt Pooh when I hit him?”
got it?" I replied: “Not a bit.” He nodded and left, and immediately
I could hear Winnie the Pooh climbing the stairs: boom-boom-boom.
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