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If I scratch my head -

In the head of my sawdust

But although there are sawdust,

But Noise Makers and Howlers

(And also Chants, Puffers and even

I write well

Second song

(Mystery song)

Piglet and I -

Big big secret

And we won't talk about it

(Come back, no, no!)

Why are we walking together

Where and where?

We do not give out secrets!

(Come back, yeah yeah!)

[Guess: They were visiting Rabbit!]

Song three

Who visits in the morning

He acts wisely!

I come to my friends

The morning is barely breaking!

In the evening it's time to sleep,

The owners are yawning...

Now if the guest comes in the morning

This does not happen!

Yes, if the guest came in the morning,

He doesn't need to hurry!

The owners shout: "Hurrah!"

(They are Terribly Happy!)

No wonder the sun is visiting us

Always comes in the morning!

Taram-param, param-taram -

Come visit in the morning!

Song four

Winnie the Pooh sang this song when he brought his friend Eeyore a pot of honey as a birthday present, but accidentally ate all this honey.

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The best gift, in my opinion, is honey.

Every donkey will immediately understand this!

Even a little -

Tea spoon! -

It's already good! -

Well, and even more so - a full pot!

End your torment

And also grief

An end to your insults

And in general adversity

When you (or him)

When (well, who cares!)

Gift on birthday

Pot of honey!

2

But honey is very

strange

item...

Every thing - either is, or

And honey (I don’t understand what

secret!)...

Honey - if there is, then it

not right away!

And there is no end to suffering

And disappointments

And also grief

And in general adversity

When you (or him)

When (well, who cares!)

Gift on birthday

Pot of honey!

3

Here is the pot (empty)

He is a simple subject:

He's not going anywhere!

And so the pot (empty!)

Much more appreciated!

Forgotten all suffering

And disappointment

And immediately comes

Good weather,

When you (or him)

When (well, it doesn't matter to anyone - just not to me!)

Gift on birthday

Pot without honey!

Song five

And everyone sang this song together - Pooh and Piglet, and even Eeyore, when everyone came to him with gifts. But it was, in my opinion, written by Winnie!

Pleasant to say the least

birthday gifts,

But to give joy to a friend -

Here is the pleasure!

And we are friends - you and I,

And all without exception!

And every day for us, friends,

Just like a birthday!

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The amazing fairy tale by A. Milne about Winnie the Pooh and his friends, retelling by Boris Vladimirovich Zakhoder and illustrated by Eduard Vasilyevich Nazarov, has become recognizable and beloved. Millions of children and adults consider Winnie the Pooh their Russian bear cub. But just recently he was called "Winnie-tse-Poo" and he did not know a word in Russian.
Alexander Miln, Boris Zakhoder
Winnie the Pooh
FOREWORD

Exactly forty years ago - as it is said in one old book, “in the middle of life’s road” (I was then just forty years old, and now, as you can easily count, twice as many) - I met Winnie the Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh was not called Winnie the Pooh then. His name was "Winnie-tze-poo". And he did not know a word of Russian - after all, he and his friends had lived all their lives in the Enchanted Forest in England. Writer A.A. Milne, who had written two books about their lives and adventures, also knew only English.
I read these books and immediately fell in love with Pooh and everyone else so much that I really wanted to introduce them to you guys.
But since they all (you guessed it?) could only speak English, which is a very, very difficult language - especially for those who don't know it - I had to do something.
I had to first learn Winnie the Pooh and his friends to speak Russian, I had to give them - Winnie the Pooh and All-All-All - new names; I had to help Pooh compose Noise Makers, Puffers, Chants and even Howlers and you never know what else ...
I assure you, it was not so easy to do all this, although it was very pleasant! But I really wanted you guys to love Pooh and All-All-All like family.
Well, now I can say - without any exaggeration! - that my hopes were justified. Over the years, millions and millions of children (and adults, especially those who are smarter) have made friends with Winnie the Pooh (and All-All-All) in our country over the years. And Winnie the Pooh himself has become a very, very Russian bear cub, and some even believe that he speaks Russian better than English. I'm not to judge.
Believe it or not, at one time he even taught our children the RUSSIAN language on the radio! There was such a transmission. Maybe your elders remember her.
And how Pooh and I have become related over the years - neither in a fairy tale to say, nor to describe with a pen!
The thing is that Pooh (and All-All-All, of course!) was so loved by us that they had to act in films, perform on the stage, and play on the stages of theaters - both simple and puppet - in different plays and even sing in the opera - in the Moscow musical theater for children.
And our hardworking little bear had to compose Noise Makers again and again, because the stories were new, which means that new songs were required.
I must admit that here (as you probably guess) it was not without my participation. I had to write scripts for films, plays for theaters, and even a libretto for the opera Winnie the Pooh Again. And of course, all the new Noise Makers, Puffers and Howlers Pooh composed under my direction. In a word, we did not part with him all these years, and, in the end, I began to consider Pooh the bear cub as my adopted son, and he me as his second father ...
Books about Winnie the Pooh for these long years published many, many times. Your grandparents, dads and moms, older brothers and sisters read them. But there has never been such a publication as you are holding in your hands.
First, there are twenty true stories(instead of eighteen, as it was before).
Secondly, Pooh and his friends fit into two whole books, not one. Now they are really spacious - there was enough space for Much More. Take a look at the Applications - and make sure that there is not only All-All-All, but also All-All-All!
And finally, I am sure that you will be pleased with the drawings. Especially those who saw real cartoons about Pooh - after all, Pooh and his friends were drawn here by the same wonderful artist - E.V. Nazarov.
(Why am I talking about real cartoons? Unfortunately, in our time there are a lot of fakes. Winnie the Pooh is also fake. Pooh is often shown on television, which you can’t call otherwise than a fake. Thank God, it’s easy to distinguish it from the real one: it’s completely different , and most importantly, does not compose or sing any Noise Makers. What kind of Winnie the Pooh is this ?!)
Well, perhaps, this can be finished - I seem to have said Everything-Everything-Everything that I was going to, or even more!
I leave you with Winnie the Pooh and his friends.
Your old friend
Boris Zakhoder

CHAPTER FIRST,
in which we meet Winnie the Pooh and some bees
Well, here is Winnie the Pooh.
As you can see, he descends the stairs after his friend Christopher Robin, head down, counting the steps with the back of his head: boom-boom-boom. He doesn't know any other way to get down the stairs. Sometimes, however, it seems to him that he could find some other way, if only he could stop mumbling for a minute and concentrate properly. But alas, he has no time to concentrate.
Be that as it may, now he has already gone down and is ready to meet you.
- Winnie the Pooh. Very nice!
You are probably wondering why his name is so strange, and if you knew English, you would be even more surprised.
This unusual name was given to him by Christopher Robin. I must tell you that Christopher Robin once knew a swan on the pond, whom he called Pooh. For a swan it was very suitable name, because if you call the swan loudly: “Pu-uh! Pooh! - and he does not respond, then you can always pretend that you just shot for fun; and if you called him quietly, then everyone will think that you just blew under your breath. The swan then disappeared somewhere, but the name remained, and Christopher Robin decided to give it to his bear cub so that it would not be wasted.

And Winnie - that was the name of the best, kindest bear in the zoological garden, which Christopher Robin loved very, very much. And she loved him very, very much. Whether she was named Winnie after Pooh, or Pooh was named after her - now no one knows, even Christopher Robin's dad. Once he knew, but now he has forgotten.
In a word, the bear is now called Winnie the Pooh, and you know why.
Sometimes Winnie the Pooh likes to play something in the evening, and sometimes, especially when dad is at home, he likes to sit quietly by the fire and listen to some interesting story.
This evening…
- Dad, how about a fairy tale? asked Christopher Robin.
- What about a fairy tale? Dad asked.
- Could you tell Winnie the Pooh a fairy tale? He really wants to!
“Maybe I could,” Dad said. - And what does he want and about whom?
- Interesting, and about him, of course. He's such a teddy bear!
“I understand,” Dad said.
- So, please, daddy, tell me!
"I'll try," Dad said.
And he tried.
A long time ago - last Friday, I think - Winnie the Pooh lived alone in the woods, under the name Sanders.
- What does "lived under the name" mean? asked Christopher Robin immediately.
“It means that the plaque above the door had “Mr. Sanders” written in gold letters, and he lived under it.
"He probably didn't understand it himself," said Christopher Robin.
“But now I understand,” someone muttered in a bass voice.
"Then I'll continue," said Dad.
One day, while walking through the forest, Pooh came to a clearing. A tall, tall oak tree grew in the clearing, and at the very top of this oak tree someone buzzed loudly: zhzhzhzhzhzhzh ...
Winnie the Pooh sat on the grass under a tree, put his head in his paws and began to think.
At first he thought like this: “This is zhzhzhzhzh for a reason! In vain, no one will buzz. The tree itself cannot buzz. So, someone is buzzing around here. Why would you buzz if you're not a bee? I think so!”

Winnie the Pooh first of all went to one familiar puddle and properly rolled in the mud to become very, very black, like a real cloud.
Then they began to inflate the balloon, holding it together by the rope. And when the ball swelled so that it seemed that it was about to burst, Christopher Robin suddenly let go of the rope, and Winnie the Pooh flew up smoothly into the sky and stopped there - just opposite the top of the bee tree, only a little to the side.
- Hooray! shouted Christopher Robin.
- What's great? - shouted to him from the sky Winnie the Pooh. - Well, who do I look like?
- On a bear that flies in a balloon!
- Doesn't it look like a small black cloud? asked Pooh anxiously.
- Not good.
- Well, maybe it looks more like from here. And then, do you know what the bees will think of!
Unfortunately, there was no wind, and Pooh hung in the air quite still. He could smell honey, he could see honey, but, alas, he could not get honey ...
- Christopher Robin! he shouted in a whisper.
- What?
- In my opinion, the bees suspect something!
- What exactly?
- I do not know. But only, in my opinion, they behave suspiciously!
- Maybe they think you want to steal their honey?
- Maybe so. Do you know what the bees will come up with!
There was another long silence. And again Pooh's voice was heard:
- Christopher Robin!
- What?
- Do you have an umbrella at home?
- It seems there is.
- Then I ask you: bring it here and walk back and forth with it, and look at me all the time and say: “Tsk-tsk-tsk, it looks like it's going to rain!” I think then the bees will believe us better.
Well, Christopher Robin, of course, laughed to himself and thought, "Oh, you silly bear!" - but he did not say it out loud, because he loved Pooh very much.
And he went home for an umbrella.
- Finally! shouted Winnie the Pooh as soon as Christopher Robin returned. - And I'm already starting to worry. I noticed that the bees are behaving quite suspiciously!
- Open the umbrella or not?
- Open, but just wait a minute. We must act for sure. The most important thing is to deceive the queen bee. Can you see her from there?
- No.
- Sorry, sorry. Well, then you walk around with an umbrella and say: “Tsk-tsk-tsk, it looks like it's going to rain,” and I will sing a special Tuchkina Song - the one that all the clouds in the sky probably sing ... Come on!
Christopher Robin started pacing up and down under the tree and saying that it looked like it was going to rain, and Winnie the Pooh sang this song:
I am Cloud, Cloud, Cloud,
Not a bear at all.
Oh, how nice Cloud
Fly across the sky!

Ah, in blue blue sky
Order and comfort
Therefore, all clouds
They sing so much fun!
But the bees, oddly enough, buzzed more and more suspiciously.

Many of them even flew out of the nest and began to fly around the cloud when she sang the second verse of the song. And one bee suddenly sat down on Cloud's nose for a minute and immediately took off again.
- Christopher - wow! - Robin! Cloud screamed.
- What?
I thought and thought and finally understood everything. These are the wrong bees!
- Yah?
- Completely wrong! And they probably make the wrong honey, right?
- Well, yes?
- Yes. So it's probably best for me to go downstairs.
- But as? asked Christopher Robin.
Winnie the Pooh just didn’t think about this yet. If he releases the rope from his paws, he will fall and thump again. He did not like this idea. Then he thought a little more, and then said:
- Christopher Robin, you must shoot down the ball with a gun. Do you have a gun with you?
- Of course, with me, - said Christopher Robin. - But if I shoot the ball, it will go bad!
“And if you don’t shoot, then I’ll be spoiled,” said Pooh.
Of course, here Christopher Robin immediately understood what to do. He aimed very carefully at the ball and fired.
- Oh oh oh! cried Winnie the Pooh.
- Didn't I hit it? asked Christopher Robin.
“It’s not that he didn’t hit at all,” said Pooh, “but just didn’t hit the ball!”
- I'm sorry, please, - said Christopher Robin and fired again.
This time he didn't miss. The air began to slowly exit the balloon, and Winnie the Pooh smoothly sank to the ground.
True, his paws were completely stiff, because he had to hang for so long, holding on to the rope. For a whole week after this incident, he could not move them, and they stuck up. If a fly landed on his nose, he had to blow it off: “Puff! Pooh!
And maybe - although I'm not sure about this - maybe it was then that he was finally called Pooh.
- Is the story over? asked Christopher Robin.
- End of this story. And there are others.
- About Pooh and about me?
- And about the Rabbit, about Piglet, and about everyone else. Don't you remember yourself?
- I remember, but when I want to remember, I forget ...
- Well, for example, once Pooh and Piglet decided to catch a Heffalump ...
- Did they catch him?
- No.
- Where are they! After all, Pooh is quite stupid. Did I catch him?
- Well, you will hear - you will know. Christopher Robin nodded.
- You see, dad, I remember everything, but Pooh forgot, and he is very, very interested in listening again. For it will be real fairy tale, and not just like that ... a memory.
- That's what I think.
Christopher Robin took a deep breath, took the cub by the hind leg and trudged to the door, dragging him along. At the threshold he turned and said:
- Will you come and watch me swim?
“Probably,” Dad said.
- And he was not very hurt when I hit him with a gun?
“Not a bit,” said Dad.
The boy nodded and left, and a minute later dad heard Winnie the Pooh coming up the stairs: boom-boom-boom.

CHAPTER TWO,
in which Winnie the Pooh went to visit, but ended up in a stalemate

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Winnie the Pooh and other ... Russified Britons by Boris Zakhoder

In innie the Pooh and Mary Poppins, Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland… Literary Englishmen spoke Russian thanks to the writer and translator Boris Zakhoder. He also wrote adult poems, translated Goethe, but entered literature primarily as an author for children. Let's remember creative way writer, poet and translator together with Natalia Letnikova.

"It's nice to be naughty! Don't stop, it's worth starting!"

This is how Boris Vladimirovich Zakhoder wrote skillfully. And about literary creativity Winnie the Pooh - with his wheezing and philosophical statements residents big forest- and there is nothing to say, you can only quote from almost any line. But Boris Zakhoder came to poetry not by a short, but by a tortuous path.

"I" are different

Aviation, biological and only then literary. A native of Moldova, in Moscow, through Odessa, Boris Zakhoder came as a child. After school, he managed to work as an apprentice turner, study at three universities: Moscow Aviation, Kazan and Moscow Universities - at the biological faculties. Boris Zakhoder has been interested in biology since childhood.

In 1938, literature prevailed, and Zakhoder entered the Literary Institute named after Gorky, but completed his education only after two wars: the Finnish and the Great Patriotic War. Having gone to the front as a volunteer, Boris Vladimirovich wrote for the army press, and between the wars - about the construction of VDNKh.

Boris Zakhoder. Photo: book-hall.ru

Boris Zakhoder. Photo: detyam-knigi.ru

Boris Zakhoder. Photo: kino-teatr.ru

Sea Battle, Imaginations and Goethe

Zakhoder published his first children's poem about the "battle" on a lined piece of paper on the back of the desk in 1947 in the magazine "Zateynik" under the pseudonym Boris West. The writer Lev Kassil predicted great fame for the poet after reading a fairy tale about the letter "I" written by Zakhoder. "Soon all children will know these verses by heart," Kassil said. And I wasn't wrong. Although the poem itself, which pleased him so much, lay in the editorial tables for eight years and only in 1955 was published under the name of Zakhoder.

Poems about a child's life, written with humor and ease, fell in love with the children themselves, and over time, the publishers. They were published in the main children's periodicals of the Soviet era - the Pionerskaya Pravda newspaper, the Murzilka and Pioneer magazines, and were published in separate collections. "On the back desk", "Martyshkino tomorrow", "Comrades for children", "School for chicks", "Counting", "My Imagination" and many, many others. Little readers bombarded their favorite writer with letters, and Boris Zakhoder liked to answer these messages.

But the main passion of the whole life of the writer is outside of children's literature. This is Goethe. Knowing German, in 1946 Zakhoder read Eckermann's notes about the thinker and literally fell ill with Goethe's poetry, translated his works for many years, called "My Privy Councillor". These translations were published only after the death of Boris Zakhoder - his widow.

Vladimir Zuykov, Eduard Nazarov. Sketch for the cartoon "Winnie the Pooh is visiting." 1971. Photo: goskatalog.ru

Vladimir Zuykov, Eduard Nazarov. Sketch for the cartoon about Winnie the Pooh. 1969. Photo: goskatalog.ru

Winnie...

“This is not promising,” said Korney Chukovsky to his friend when Zakhoder took up the translation of Alan Milne's stories about a bear cub. The Russian writer made a free translation, or retelling, endowed the character with new features, primarily creative. Chants, noisemakers, puffers were invented by Russian dad Pooh.

But the fate of the British bear in the Soviet Union was not easy. At first, only an excerpt was printed - in Murzilka, and in 1960 the whole book was published, but in a limited edition. The first image of the Russian Winnie was created by the artist Alisa Poret, a student of Petrov-Vodkin and Pavel Filonov; Pooh was also drawn by the creator of the Olympic Bear - Viktor Chizhikov, and the cartoon image was created by Eduard Nazarov.

“Our meeting took place in the library, where I looked through the English children's encyclopedia. It was love at first sight: I saw the image of this cute bear cub, read a few poetic quotes - and rushed to look for a book. Thus came one of the happiest periods of my life - the days of work on "Fluff".
Boris Zakhoder

The script for the cartoon was written by Boris Zakhoder himself and director Fyodor Khitruk. Initially, it was supposed to make films on all the chapters of the book, but the authors disagreed: everyone saw Pooh in his own way. As a result, three cartoon series were released. Only the voice of Evgeny Leonov reconciled Zakhoder with multi-Pooh.

The Russian-speaking Pooh became the hero of jokes, barely inferior in popularity to Stirlitz, and Boris Zakhoder's book can still be used as a guide to action. Almost in any life situation. Even when children grow up and go on the adult path... "But wherever they come and whatever happens to them along the way - here in the Enchanted Place, on top of the hill in the Forest, the little boy will always, always play with his teddy bear" .

Winnie the Pooh is one of the most popular characters in domestic animation. It does not look like the one that Disney created from the drawings of Alan Milne himself. Yes, and the cartoon was shot by Fedor Khitruk, as they say, based on the book. But, nevertheless, today it seems that the real Winnie the Pooh is just that. Fat and a little greedy, composing chants and yells. At Soyuzmultfilm, he is considered almost a national hero.
The book "Winnie the Pooh and all the rest", translated into Russian famous writer Boris Zakhoder was signed for printing on July 13, 1960, and the first cartoon about Winnie the Pooh was released in 1969.

- If I scratch my head, it doesn't matter,
There's sawdust in my head, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Today, animators admit that creating this image was very difficult for them. They came up with Pooh all together - artists, directors, director and voiced bear cub Evgeny Leonov. Some features, such as a clumsy gait, when the upper paw goes in the same direction as the lower one, Pooh acquired thanks to the technical errors of the animators.
Vladimir Zuykov, artist: "What about the crumpled ear? I thought it was better. And Fedor Savelyevich said what it is, because Pooh sleeps on it ..."
Although Boris Zakhoder did not internally agree with Fyodor Khitruk, he did not interfere in the artist's work. And it was thanks to the cartoon that the peak of the popularity of the book came. Zakhoder himself, often laughing, called the cartoon character "jumping and jumping potatoes." But at the same time, he noted that this is the best embodiment of the image of Pooh in the entire world of animation.

"Khitruk greatly distorted the image of what was planned. It turned out like this funny character, although he should be thoughtful and dreamy," said Galina Zakhoder, the writer's widow, adding that the writer and artist had different tasks. Initially, it was planned to shoot 20 episodes of the cartoon about Winnie the Pooh, but the creative relationship between Zakhoder and Khitruk ended fairly quickly .In 1972 came out last series about a bear cub - "Winnie the Pooh and the Day of Worries."
Similar to the fat, teddy bear that every kid has, both children and adults like Russian Winnie the Pooh more than Western ones, the artists are sure. At Soyuzmultfilm they say that Milne Winnie the Pooh was simply invented. And they created this teddy bear here. The way it is loved by three generations of domestic viewers.

"Winnie the Pooh"

Director: F. Khitruk
Composer: M.Weinberg

Roles were voiced by: Winnie the Pooh - E.Leonov; Piglet - I. Savvina; From the author - V. Osenev
Soyuzmultfilm, 1969

Chapter 1, in which we meet Winnie the Pooh, as well as several suspicious bees.

- It's a no-brainer...

- I am a cloud-cloud-cloud, and not a bear at all ...

Looks like it's starting to rain...

- I understand, these are the wrong bees! And they make the wrong honey!

"Winnie the Pooh Comes to Visit"
Script writers: B.Zakhoder, F.Khitruk
Director: F. Khitruk
Composer: M.Weinberg
Production designers: V. Zuykov, E. Nazarov
Roles were voiced by: Winnie the Pooh - E.Leonov; Piglet - I. Savvina; Rabbit - A. Schukin; From the author - V. Osenev
Soyuzmultfilm, 1971

Chapter 2, in which Winnie the Pooh went to visit, and ended up in a stalemate.

- Who goes to visit in the morning, he acts wisely!

-As far as I understand, a hole is a hole.
- Yeah!
- And the hole is a Rabbit.
- Yeah!
- A rabbit is the right company.
- What is a suitable company?
- A suitable company is a company where you can always refresh yourself with something!

- Hello, Rabbit! We accidentally walked past and thought - why not go to the Rabbit?

- Do you want honey or condensed milk?

- And both. And you can do it without bread.

Well, if you don't want anything else...
- Is there anything else?

- Are you in a hurry to go anywhere?
- No, I'm completely free until Friday.

- It's clear: he's stuck!
- It's all because someone's doors are too narrow!
- No! All because someone eats too much!

... And what the Rabbit thought - no one knew. Because he was very educated.

"Winnie the Pooh and the Day of Worries"
Script writers: B.Zakhoder, F.Khitruk
Directed by: F. Khitruk, G. Sokolsky
Composer: M.Weinberg
Production designers: V. Zuykov, E. Nazarov
Roles were voiced by: Winnie the Pooh - E.Leonov; Piglet - I. Savvina; Donkey Eeyore - E. Garin; Owl - Z. Maryshkina; From the author - V. Osenev
Soyuzmultfilm, 1972

Chapter 3, in which Eeyore celebrates his birthday and receives three useful gifts at once.

- A heartbreaking sight...

- I'll give him a pot of honey. This will comfort him.

- My spelling is lame. It's good, but for some reason it's lame.

- If you give Eeyore this lace for his birthday, he will be just happy!

Piglet dreamed so much about how Eeyore would be delighted with his gift that he did not look at his feet at all ...

- Excuse me, I would like to know what color it was when it was a balloon?
- Green.
- Wow, my favorite color. What size was he?
- Almost from me...
- Just think, my favorite size...

- In... and out! Comes out great!

- I want to give you this lace free of charge, that is, for free!

Exactly forty years ago - as one old book says, "in the middle of life's road" (I was then just forty years old, and now, as you can easily count, twice as old) - I met Winnie the Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh was not called Winnie the Pooh then. His name was "Winnie-tze-poo". And he did not know a word of Russian - after all, he and his friends had lived all their lives in the Enchanted Forest in England. Writer A.A. Milne, who had written two books about their lives and adventures, also knew only English.
I read these books and immediately fell in love with Pooh and everyone else so much that I really wanted to introduce them to you guys.
But since they all (you guessed it?) could only speak English, which is a very, very difficult language - especially for those who don't know it - I had to do something.
I had to first learn Winnie the Pooh and his friends to speak Russian, I had to give them - Winnie the Pooh and All-All-All - new names; I had to help Pooh compose Noise Makers, Puffers, Chants and even Howlers and you never know what else ...
I assure you, it was not so easy to do all this, although it was very pleasant! But I really wanted you guys to love Pooh and All-All-All like family.
Well, now I can say - without any exaggeration! - that my hopes were justified. Over the years, millions and millions of children (and adults, especially those who are smarter) have made friends with Winnie the Pooh (and All-All-All) in our country over the years. And Winnie the Pooh himself has become a very, very Russian bear cub, and some even believe that he speaks Russian better than English. I'm not to judge.
Believe it or not, at one time he even taught our children the RUSSIAN language on the radio! There was such a transmission. Maybe your elders remember her.
And how Pooh and I have become related over the years - neither in a fairy tale to say, nor to describe with a pen!
The thing is that Pooh (and All-All-All, of course!) was so loved by us that they had to act in films, perform on the stage, and play on the stages of theaters - both simple and puppet - in different plays and even sing in opera - at the Moscow Musical Theater for Children.
And our hardworking little bear had to compose Noise Makers again and again, because the stories were new, which means that new songs were required.
I must admit that here (as you probably guess) it was not without my participation. I had to write scripts for films, plays for theaters, and even a libretto for the opera Winnie the Pooh Again. And of course, all the new Noise Makers, Puffers and Howlers Pooh composed under my direction. In a word, we did not part with him all these years, and, in the end, I began to consider Pooh the bear cub as my adopted son, and he me as his second father ...
Books about Winnie the Pooh have been published many, many times over the years. Your grandparents, dads and moms, older brothers and sisters read them. But there has never been such a publication as you are holding in your hands.
Firstly, there are all twenty true stories (and not eighteen, as it was before).
Secondly, Pooh and his friends fit into two whole books, not one. Now they are really spacious - there was enough space for Much More. Take a look at the Applications - and make sure that there is not only All-All-All, but also All-All-All!
And finally, I am sure that you will be pleased with the drawings. Especially those who saw real cartoons about Pooh - after all, Pooh and his friends were drawn here by the same wonderful artist - E.V. Nazarov.
(Why am I talking about real cartoons? Unfortunately, in our time there are a lot of fakes. Winnie the Pooh is also fake. Pooh is often shown on television, which you can’t call otherwise than a fake. Thank God, it’s easy to distinguish it from the real one: it’s completely different , and most importantly, does not compose or sing any Noise Makers. What kind of Winnie the Pooh is this ?!)
Well, perhaps, this can be finished - I seem to have said Everything-Everything-Everything that I was going to, or even more!
I leave you with Winnie the Pooh and his friends.
Your old friend
Boris Zakhoder

CHAPTER FIRST,
in which we meet Winnie the Pooh and some bees
Well, here is Winnie the Pooh.
As you can see, he descends the stairs after his friend Christopher Robin, head down, counting the steps with the back of his head: boom-boom-boom. He doesn't know any other way to get down the stairs. Sometimes, however, it seems to him that he could find some other way, if only he could stop mumbling for a minute and concentrate properly. But alas, he has no time to concentrate.
Be that as it may, now he has already gone down and is ready to meet you.
- Winnie the Pooh. Very nice!
You are probably wondering why his name is so strange, and if you knew English, you would be even more surprised.
This unusual name was given to him by Christopher Robin. I must tell you that Christopher Robin once knew a swan on the pond, whom he called Pooh. It was a very appropriate name for a swan, because if you call the swan loudly: “Pu-uh! Pooh! - and he does not respond, then you can always pretend that you just shot for fun; and if you called him quietly, then everyone will think that you just blew under your breath. The swan then disappeared somewhere, but the name remained, and Christopher Robin decided to give it to his bear cub so that it would not be wasted.

Ah, in the blue-blue sky
Order and comfort
Therefore, all clouds
They sing so much fun!
But the bees, oddly enough, buzzed more and more suspiciously.

Many of them even flew out of the nest and began to fly around the cloud when she sang the second verse of the song. And one bee suddenly sat down on Cloud's nose for a minute and immediately took off again.
- Christopher - wow! - Robin! Cloud screamed.
- What?
I thought and thought and finally understood everything. These are the wrong bees!
- Yah?
- Completely wrong! And they probably make the wrong honey, right?
- Well, yes?
- Yes. So it's probably best for me to go downstairs.
- But as? asked Christopher Robin.
Winnie the Pooh just didn’t think about this yet. If he releases the rope from his paws, he will fall and thump again. He did not like this idea. Then he thought a little more, and then said:
- Christopher Robin, you must shoot down the ball with a gun. Do you have a gun with you?
- Of course, with me, - said Christopher Robin. - But if I shoot the ball, it will go bad!
“And if you don’t shoot, then I’ll be spoiled,” said Pooh.
Of course, here Christopher Robin immediately understood what to do. He aimed very carefully at the ball and fired.
- Oh oh oh! cried Winnie the Pooh.
- Didn't I hit it? asked Christopher Robin.
“It’s not that he didn’t hit at all,” said Pooh, “but just didn’t hit the ball!”
- I'm sorry, please, - said Christopher Robin and fired again.
This time he didn't miss. The air began to slowly exit the balloon, and Winnie the Pooh smoothly sank to the ground.
True, his paws were completely stiff, because he had to hang for so long, holding on to the rope. For a whole week after this incident, he could not move them, and they stuck up. If a fly landed on his nose, he had to blow it off: “Puff! Pooh!
And maybe - although I'm not sure about this - maybe it was then that he was finally called Pooh.
- Is the story over? asked Christopher Robin.
- End of this story. And there are others.
- About Pooh and about me?
- And about the Rabbit, about Piglet, and about everyone else. Don't you remember yourself?
- I remember, but when I want to remember, I forget ...
- Well, for example, once Pooh and Piglet decided to catch a Heffalump ...
- Did they catch him?
- No.
- Where are they! After all, Pooh is quite stupid. Did I catch him?
- Well, you will hear - you will know. Christopher Robin nodded.
- You see, dad, I remember everything, but Pooh forgot, and he is very, very interested in listening again. After all, it will be a real fairy tale, and not just like that ... a memory.
- That's what I think.
Christopher Robin took a deep breath, took the cub by the hind leg and trudged to the door, dragging him along. At the threshold he turned and said:
- Will you come and watch me swim?
“Probably,” Dad said.
- And he was not very hurt when I hit him with a gun?
“Not a bit,” said Dad.
The boy nodded and left, and a minute later dad heard Winnie the Pooh coming up the stairs: boom-boom-boom.

CHAPTER TWO,
in which Winnie the Pooh went to visit, but ended up in a stalemate

One afternoon, known to his friends, and therefore now to you, Winnie the Pooh (by the way, sometimes he was simply called Pooh for short) was slowly walking through the Forest with a rather important air, muttering a new song under his breath.
He had something to be proud of - after all, he himself composed this grumbling song only this morning, doing, as usual, morning exercises in front of the mirror. I must tell you that Winnie the Pooh really wanted to lose weight and therefore diligently did gymnastics. He rose on his toes, stretched out with all his might, and at that time he sang like this:
- Tara-tara-tara-ra!
And then, when he bent down, trying to reach his toes with his front paws, he sang like this:
- Tara-tara-oh, guard, tram-pam-pa!
Well, that's how the grunt song was composed, and after breakfast Vinnie kept repeating it to himself, grumbling and grumbling, until he learned it all by heart. Now he knew it all from beginning to end. The words in this Grumble were something like this:
Tara-tara-tara-ra!
Pum-pum-pum-tararam-pum-pa!
Tiri-tiri-tiri-ri,
Tram-pum-pum-tiririm-pim-pee!
And so, grumbling this Grumpy under his breath and thinking - and Winnie the Pooh was thinking about what would happen if he, Winnie, were not Winnie the Pooh, but someone completely, completely different - our Winnie quietly reached to a sandy slope in which there was a large hole.
- Yeah! Pooh said. (Tram-pam-pam-tararam-pam-pa!) - If I understand anything in anything, then a hole is a hole, and a hole is a Rabbit, and a Rabbit is a suitable company, and a suitable company is such a company where they will treat me with something and listen with pleasure to my Grumpy. And all that stuff!
Then he bent down, put his head into the hole and shouted:
- Hey! Is anybody home?

It is time? asked Rabbit politely. You can't bet he didn't think to himself:
“It’s not very polite to leave the guests as soon as you have eaten.” But he did not say this out loud, because he was a very smart Rabbit. He asked aloud:
- It is time?
- Well, - Winnie the Pooh hesitated, - I could stay a little longer if you ... if you had ... - he stammered and for some reason did not take his eyes off the sideboard.
“To tell you the truth,” said Rabbit, “I was going to go for a walk myself.
- Ah, well, then I'll go. Best wishes.
- Well, good luck if you don't want anything else.
- Is there anything else? asked Pooh hopefully, brightening up again.
The rabbit looked into all the pots and jars and said with a sigh:
Alas, there is nothing left.
"I thought so," said Pooh sympathetically, shaking his head. - Well, goodbye, it's time for me to go.
And he climbed out of the hole. He pulled himself with all his might with his front paws and pushed himself with all his strength with his hind paws, and after a while his nose turned out to be free ... then his ears ... then his front paws ... then his shoulders ... and then ...
And then Winnie the Pooh screamed:
- Oh, save! I better get back! Then he shouted:
- Hey, help! No, it's better to go ahead!
And finally, he yelled in a desperate voice:
- Ai-ai-ai, save-help! I can't go back and forth!
In the meantime, Rabbit, who, as we remember, was going to go for a walk, seeing that the front door was boarded up, ran out the back door and, running around, went up to Pooh.
- Are you stuck? - he asked.
"No, no, I'm just resting," said Pooh, trying to sound cheerful. - I just relax, think about something and sing a song ...
“Come on, give me a paw,” Rabbit said sternly.

Winnie the Pooh held out his paw to him, and the Rabbit began to drag him.
He pulled and pulled, he pulled and pulled, until Vinnie screamed:
- Oh oh oh! Hurt!
- Now everything is clear, - said the Rabbit, - you are stuck.
“All because,” said Pooh angrily, “that the exit is too narrow!”
- No, all because of the fact that someone was greedy! said Rabbit sternly. - At the table, it seemed to me all the time, although out of politeness I didn’t say this, that someone was eating too much! And I firmly knew that this "someone" is not me! There is nothing to do, you have to run after Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin, a friend of Winnie the Pooh and Rabbit, lived, as you remember, at the other end of the Forest. But he immediately ran to the rescue and, when he saw the front half of Winnie the Pooh, he said:
"Oh, you stupid little bear!!" - in such a gentle voice that everyone immediately felt better at heart.
“And I was just beginning to think,” Vinnie said, sniffing slightly, “that suddenly poor Rabbit would never, ever have to go through the front door ... Then I would be very, very upset ...
"Me too," said Rabbit.
- Don't have to go through the front door? asked Christopher Robin. - Why? Probably have to...
- Well, that's good, - said the Rabbit.
"We'll probably have to push you down the hole if we can't get you out," finished Christopher Robin.
Then the Rabbit thoughtfully scratched behind his ear and said that if Winnie the Pooh was pushed into the hole, then he would remain there forever. And that although he, the Rabbit, is always insanely happy to see Winnie the Pooh, but still, whatever you say, one is supposed to live on the ground, and the other underground, and ...
Do you think I'll never, ever get out? - asked Winnie the Pooh plaintively.
“In my opinion, if you are already halfway out, it’s a pity to stop halfway,” said the Rabbit.
Christopher Robin nodded his head.
- There is only one way out, - he said, - you need to wait until you lose weight again.
- How long do I need to lose weight? - scared asked Pooh.
- Yes, for a week.
- Oh, I can't hang around here for a whole week!
- You can hang around just fine, my silly bear. Here to get you out of here is a tricky business!
- Do not worry, we will read to you aloud! - Rabbit exclaimed cheerfully. - If only it didn't snow... Yes, here's another thing, - he added, - you, my friend, took almost the whole room from me ... May I hang towels on your hind legs? Otherwise, they stick out there completely in vain, and a wonderful towel rack will come out of them!
- Oh-oh-oh, a whole week! Pooh said sadly. - And what about lunch?
- Dinner, my dear, do not have to! Christopher Robin said. - After all, you should lose weight soon! Read it aloud - we promise you!
The little bear wanted to breathe, but he couldn't - he was stuck so tightly. He shed a tear and said:
- Well, then at least read me some digestible book that can support and console the unfortunate bear cub in a hopeless situation ...
And for a whole week, Christopher Robin read aloud just such a digestible, that is, understandable and interesting, book near the North Rim of Pooh, and the Rabbit hung the washed linen on his South Rim ... and in the meantime, Pooh became thinner, and thinner, and thinner.
And when the week was over, Christopher Robin said:
- It's time!
He grabbed Pooh's front paws, Rabbit grabbed Christopher Robin, and all of Rabbit's Relatives and Friends (there were an awful lot of them!) Grabbed Rabbit and began to drag with all their might.
And first Winnie the Pooh said one word:
- Oh!
And then another word:
- Oh!
And suddenly - quite, quite suddenly - he said:
- Clap! - just like the cork says when it flies out of the bottle.
Then Christopher Robin, and the Rabbit, and all the Relatives and Friends of the Rabbit immediately flew upside down!
And at the top of this pile was Winnie the Pooh - free!
Winnie the Pooh nodded importantly to his friends as a token of gratitude and with an important look went for a walk in the Forest, singing his song.
And Christopher Robin looked after him and softly whispered:
- Oh, you stupid my bear!

CHAPTER THREE,
in which Pooh and Piglet went hunting and almost caught Buka
Best friend Winnie the Pooh, a tiny pig named Piglet, lived in a big, big house, in a big, big tree. The tree stood in the very middle of the Forest, the house was in the very middle of the tree, and Piglet lived in the very middle of the house. And next to the house there was a post on which a broken board with an inscription was nailed, and those who knew how to read a little could read:
OUTSIDE V.
And no one else could read anything, even those who could read quite well.
Once Christopher Robin asked Piglet what was written here on the blackboard. Piglet immediately said that his grandfather's name was written here and that this plaque with the inscription was their family heirloom, that is, a family treasure.
Christopher Robin said that there could be no such name - Stranger V., and Piglet replied that no, maybe, no, maybe because that was his grandfather's name! And "B" is just an abbreviation, but the full name of the grandfather was Outsider Willy, and this is also an abbreviation of the name William Outsider.
“Grandfather had two names,” he explained, “especially in case he lost one somewhere.
- Think! I also have two names, said Christopher Robin.
- Well, that's what I said! Piglet said. - So I'm right!
It was a wonderful winter day. Piglet, who was scattering snow at the door of his house, looked up and saw none other than Winnie the Pooh. Pooh walked slowly somewhere, carefully looking at his feet, and thought so deeply that when Piglet called out to him, he did not think to stop.

Hey Pooh! Piglet shouted. - Hello, Pooh! What are you doing there?
- I want! Pooh said.
- Do you want to? On whom?
- Tracking someone! Pooh answered mysteriously.
Piglet came closer to him:
- Tracking? Whom?
"That's exactly what I ask myself all the time," said Pooh. - This is the whole question: who is it?
- How do you think you will answer this question?
- We'll have to wait until I meet him, - said Winnie the Pooh. - Look here. He pointed to the snow in front of him. - What do you see here?
- Traces, - said Piglet. - Paw prints! - Piglet even squealed with excitement. - Oh, Pooh! Do you think... it's... it's... the scary Buka?!
"Perhaps," said Pooh. “Sometimes it’s like he is, and sometimes it’s like he’s not. Can you guess from the tracks?
He fell silent and resolutely walked forward along the trail, and Piglet, after a minute or two of hesitation, ran after him.
Suddenly Winnie the Pooh stopped and bent down to the ground.
- What's the matter? - asked Piglet.
- A very strange thing, - said the bear cub. Now there seem to be two beasts. Here to this - Unknown Who - another approached - Unknown Who, and now they are walking together. You know what, Piglet? Maybe you will come with me, otherwise it will suddenly turn out to be Evil Beasts?
Piglet courageously scratched behind his ear and said that until Friday he was completely free and would go with Pooh with great pleasure, especially if there was a real Buka.
“You mean, if there are two Real Beeches,” Winnie the Pooh clarified, and Piglet said that it didn’t matter, because he had absolutely nothing to do until Friday. And they went on together.
The footprints went around a small alder grove ... and, therefore, two Beeches, if they were them, also walked around the grove, and, of course, Pooh and Piglet also walked around the grove.

On the way, Piglet was telling Winnie the Pooh interesting stories from the life of his grandfather to Outsider V. For example, how this grandfather was treated for rheumatism after hunting and how he began to suffer from shortness of breath in his declining years, and all sorts of other amusing things.
And Pooh kept thinking what this grandfather looked like.
And it occurred to him that suddenly they were hunting just two grandfathers, and he wondered if they caught these grandfathers, if they could take at least one home and keep him, and I wonder what Christopher Robin would say about this. .
And the footprints went on and on in front of them...
Suddenly Winnie the Pooh again stopped dead in his tracks.
- Look! he shouted in a whisper and pointed to the snow.
- Where? Piglet also shouted in a whisper and jumped up in fear. But to show that he jumped not out of fear, but just like that, he immediately jumped up two more times, as if he just wanted to jump.
"Traces," said Pooh. - A third beast has appeared!
- Pooh, - squealed Piglet, - do you think this is another Buka?
“No, I don’t think so,” said Pooh, “because the tracks are completely different ... It may be two Beeches, and one, say ... say, Byak ... Or, on the contrary, two Byaki, and one, say ... say, Buka ... We must follow them, nothing can be done.
And they went on, starting to get a little worried, because these three Unknown Beasts could turn out to be Very Scary Beasts. And Piglet terribly wished that his dear grandfather Outsiders V. was here now, and not somewhere in an unknown place ... And Pooh thought about how good it would be if they suddenly, quite, quite by chance, met Christopher Robin, - of course, just because he, Pooh, loves Christopher Robin so much! ...
And then, quite unexpectedly, Pooh stopped for the third time and licked the tip of his nose, because he suddenly became terribly hot. In front of him were the footprints of four beasts!
- Look, look, Piglet! See? There are three Beeches and one Byaka! Another Buka has been added!…
Yes, apparently it did! The tracks, however, were a little confused and intersected with each other, but, absolutely undoubtedly, these were the tracks of four sets of paws.
- You know? - said Piglet, in turn licking the tip of his nose and making sure that this helps very little. - You know? I think I remembered something. Yes Yes! I remembered one thing that I forgot to do yesterday, and tomorrow I won’t have time ... In general, I need to go home as soon as possible and do this thing.
"Let's do it after dinner," said Pooh, "I'll help you."
“Yes, you see, this is not a thing that can be done after dinner,” Piglet said quickly. - It's such a special morning thing. It must be done in the morning, the best time is at... What time did you say?
"Twelve o'clock," said Pooh, looking up at the sun.
- Here, here, as you yourself said, at twelve o'clock. More precisely, from twelve to five minutes past one! So don't be offended by me, but I ... Oh, mother! Who's there?
Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, hearing another whistle, looked up at the big oak tree and saw someone on a branch.
Yes, it's Christopher Robin! - he said.
- Ah, well, then everything is in order, - said Piglet, - no one will touch you with him. Goodbye!
And he ran home as fast as he could, terribly pleased that he would soon be completely safe. Christopher Robin slowly got down from the tree.
“My silly bear,” he said, “what are you doing there?” I see that at first you alone walked around this grove twice, then Piglet ran after you, and you began to walk together ... Now, in my opinion, you were going to go around it for the fourth time in your own footsteps! ...
"Wait a minute," said Pooh, raising his paw.
He squatted down and thought—deeply deep.
Then he put his paw on one track ... Then he scratched twice behind his ear and got up.
“Y-yes…” he said. “Now I understand,” he added. "I didn't even know I was such a stupid coot!" - said Winnie the Pooh. - I'm the most stupid teddy bear in the world!
- What you! You are the best teddy bear in the world! Christopher Robin comforted him.
- Is it true? asked Pooh. He was visibly relieved. And suddenly he completely beamed: - Whatever you say, it's already time for dinner, - he said. And he went home to dinner.

CHAPTER FOUR,
in which Eeyore loses his tail and Pooh finds
The old gray donkey Eeyore stood alone in the overgrown thistle corner of the Forest, his front legs wide apart and his head hanging to one side, and thought about Serious Things. Sometimes he thought sadly: “Why?”, and sometimes: “For what reason?”, and sometimes he even thought: “What conclusion follows from this?” And it is not surprising that sometimes he generally ceased to understand what he, in fact, was thinking about.
Therefore, to tell you the truth, hearing the heavy steps of Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore was very glad that he could stop thinking for a minute and just say hello.
- How are you feeling? - as usual, he asked dejectedly.
- How are you? - asked Winnie the Pooh. Eeyore shook his head.
- Not very good! - he said. Or even not at all. I feel like I haven't felt like myself in a very long time.
- Ai-ai-ai, - said Winnie the Pooh, - very sad! Let me take a look at you.
Eeyore continued to stand, looking dejectedly at the ground, and Winnie the Pooh walked around him.
- Oh, what happened to your tail? he asked in surprise.
- What happened to him? - said Eeyore.
- He's gone!
- You're not mistaken?
- The tail either is, or it is not. I don't think you can go wrong here. And you don't have a tail.
- What is there then?
- Nothing.
- Well, let's see, - said Eeyore.

And he turned slowly towards the place where his tail had been; then, noticing that he could not manage to overtake him, he began to turn in reverse side until he returned to where he started, and then he lowered his head and looked from below and finally said, sighing deeply and sadly:
- You seem to be right.
"Of course I'm right," said Pooh.
- It's quite natural - sadly said Eeyore. - Now everything is clear. There is no need to be surprised.
- You probably forgot it somewhere, - said Winnie the Pooh.
- Probably, someone dragged him away ... - said Eeyore. - What to expect from them! he added after a long pause.
Pooh felt he should say something useful, but he couldn't think of what. And he decided to do something useful instead.
- Eeyore, - he said solemnly, - I, Winnie the Pooh, promise you to find your tail.
"Thank you, Pooh," said Eeyore. - You a true friend. Not like some!
And Winnie the Pooh went in search of a tail.
He set out on a wonderful spring morning. Small transparent clouds played merrily in the blue sky. They either ran into the sun, as if they wanted to close it, then quickly ran away to let others indulge.
And the sun shone merrily, not paying any attention to them, and the pine tree, which wore its needles all year round without taking it off, it seemed old and shabby next to the birch trees, which put on new green lace. Winnie walked past the pines and fir trees, walked along the slopes overgrown with junipers and burdocks, walked along the steep banks of streams and rivers, walked among piles of stones and again among thickets, and finally, tired and hungry, he entered the Dark Forest, because it was precisely there, in the Dark Forest, lived an Owl.
The owl lived in the magnificent Chestnut Castle. Yes, it was not a house, but a real castle. In any case, it seemed to the bear cub, because on the door of the castle there was both a bell with a button and a bell with a cord. Under the bell was an announcement:
PLEASE PRESS IF THEY DO NOT OPEN
And under the bell is another announcement:
PLEASE SHUT UP IF THEY DO NOT OPEN
Both of these announcements were written by Christopher Robin, who alone in the whole Forest knew how to write. Even the Owl, although she was very, very smart and knew how to read and even sign her name - Sava, would not have been able to write such difficult words correctly.
Winnie the Pooh carefully read both announcements, first from left to right, and then - in case he missed something, - from right to left.
Then, to be sure, he pressed the bell button and knocked on it, and then pulled the bell cord and shouted in a very loud voice:
- Owl! Open! The Bear has arrived!
The door opened and Owl looked out.
"Hi, Pooh," she said. - What's the news?
- Sad and terrible, - said Pooh, - because Eeyore, my old friend, has lost his tail, and he is very hurt about it. Be so kind as to tell me, please, how can I find it?
- Well, - said the Owl, - the usual procedure in such cases is as follows ...
- What does Bull Tsedura mean? Pooh said. - Do not forget that I have sawdust in my head and long words only upset me.
- Well, that means what needs to be done.
"As long as she means it, I don't mind," said Pooh humbly.
- And you need to do the following: first, inform the press. After…
"Be healthy," said Pooh, raising his paw. “So what are we supposed to do with this… what did you say?” You sneezed as you were about to speak.

I didn't sneeze.
- No, Owl, you sneezed.
- I'm sorry, Pooh, but I didn't sneeze. You can't sneeze and not know you sneezed.
- Well, you can't know that someone sneezed when no one sneezed.
- I started to say: first tell ...
- Well, here you are again! Be healthy, - said Winnie the Pooh sadly.
“Report to the press,” Owl said very loudly and distinctly.

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