Вот несколько отрывков из книг о Гарри Поттере на английском языке:
Отрывок 1 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Отрывок 2 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Отрывок 3 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Вот несколько отрывков из книг о Гарри Поттере на английском языке:
Отрывок 1 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Отрывок 2 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Отрывок 3 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
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Вот несколько отрывков из книг о Гарри Поттере на английском языке:
Отрывок 1 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
“If you can’t control that owl, it’ll have to go!”
Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
“She’s bored,” he said. “She’s used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night—”
“Do I look stupid?”
Отрывок 2 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley’s gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley’s favorite sport: Harry Hunting.
This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the Holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first Time in his life, he wouldn’t be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon’s old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was Going to Stonewall High, the local public school.
Отрывок 3 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg’s. Mrs. Figg wasn’t as bad as usual. It turned out she’d broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn’t seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she’d had it for several years.
That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand‑ new uniform. Smeltings’ boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren’t looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life. As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life.
Отрывок 4 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table. They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.
“Get the mail, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
“Make Harry get it.”
“Get the mail, Harry.”
“Make Dudley get it.”
“Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley.”
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon’s sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and — a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him.
Отрывок 5 (из первой книги, «Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone»):
On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn’t go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.
Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” as he worked, and jumped at small noises.
On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty‑four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.
“Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?” Dudley asked Harry in amazement.