Вот такую замечательную книжечку про медвежонка Паддингтона мы взяли в нашей детской библиотеке. История Соне очень понравилась. С неё начинается знакомство дочери с этим милым и забавным персонажем)
А в этой статье мы предлагаем вам бесплатно почитать эту историю. На тот случай, если на полках вашей библиотеки такой книжечки нет)
One Sunday Paddington was out for a walk with his friend Mr Gruber, when they came across some paintings tied to the railings outside the park.
"It's what is known as an Outdoor Exhibition," said Mr Gruber. "They have one here every week when the weather is nice."
"All the paintings are for sale," Mr Gruber explained. "This one is called 'Sunset in Bombay'."
"I'm glad I don't live in Bombay," said Paddington. "It might keep me awake all night."
Why Paddington doesn't want to live in Bombay?
He doesn't seem to like this picture, does he? Why?
"How about this one then? said Mr Gruber. "It's called 'Storm at Sea'."
Paddington suddenly wished he hadn't eaten such a big breakfast.
"I feel sick," he said, and he hurried on to the next picture.
What happened? Why did Paddington feel sick?
"This is a picture the artist painted of himself," said Mr Gruber.
"It's called a self-portrait. I think it looks very like him."
Paddington gave the picture a hard stare.
"I don't think I'll buy any paintings today, Mr Gruber," he said.
Look at the picture above. What can you see in it?
Let's spot the eyes, eyebrows, nose and the mouth.
Paddington looked very thoughtful as he made his way back home to number thirty-two Windsor Gardens.
I wonder what Paddington was thinking about on his way home.
When he got there, Paddington collected all his paints and brushes from his room and went out into the garden.
The next Sunday, when he and Mr Gruber had finished their walk, Paddington led the way back towards Windsor Gardens.
"I'm having an Outdoor Exhibition of my own this week, Mr Gruber," he said.
"This is meant to be a sunset in Windsor Gardens. Only it took me quite a long time and it got dark before I could finish it.
"And this is a picture of a rainstorm, only it got very wet and all the paint ran."
Paddington's sunset turned to become very dark. Why?
What was wrong with the rainstorm picture?
"This is my best one," said Paddington. "It's a picture of me. I've put my special paw mark on to show I painted it myself."
Mr Gruber gazed at Paddington's portrait for a long time.
"It is very good, Mr Brown," he said at last, not wishing to upset his friend, "but I think you look even better in real life."
"I kept going upstairs to look at myself in the mirror," said Paddington, "but by the time I got downstairs again I'd forgotten what I looked like."
Does Paddington's self portrait look alike?
Did Mr Gruber like Paddington's pictures? Why?
"Painting isn't as easy as it looks," Paddington added sadly, "especially with paws. I think I might give up."
"I hope you don't do that, Mr Brown," Mr Gruber said thoughtfully.
After Mr Gruber had said goodbye, Paddington sat down beside his paintings hoping that someone would stop and buy one.
But it was a warm day and no one came past. In the end Paddington fell asleep.
When he woke up, Paddington found to his surprise that all his pictures had gone.
But tucked inside his duffle coat he found an envelope with his name on: Mr Paddington Brown, 32 Windsor Gardens. And inside the envelope there was some money and a note saying 'Thank you'.
Who bought Paddington's pictures? Who might it have been?
If Mr and Mrs Brown recognised Mr Gruber's writing they didn't say anything. They hadn't had such a peaceful time for ages.
And best of all, Paddington carried on painting. So everyone was happy.
"I think I may paint a family portrait now," said Paddington. "That is, if I have enough paint left for all the smiles."