I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book
for dedicating it to a grownup. I have a serious reason:
he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another
reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books
about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where
he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these
reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from
whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children--
- although few of them remember it. And so I correct my
dedication:
TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
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Once when I was six years old I saw a
magnificent (великолепная) picture in a book,
called True Stories from Nature (табиғат),
about the primeval (девственный) forest. It
was a picture of a boa constrictor (айдаһар
жылан) in the act of swallowing
(проглотывание) an animal. Here is a
copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow
their prey (құрбан) whole, without chewing
(жевание) it. After that they are not
able to move, and they sleep through the six
months that they need for digestion (ас
қорыту)."
I pondered (задумываться) deeply, then, over
the adventures (қызықты оқиға) of the jungle.
And after some work with a colored pencil I
succeeded (преуспевать) in making my first
drawing (сүрет). My Drawing Number One. It
looked something like this:
I showed my masterpiece (жауһар)to the
grown-ups, and asked them whether the
drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? (пугаешься)
Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat
(қалпақ). It was a picture of a boa constrictor
digesting an elephant. But since
the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I
made another drawing:
I drew the inside (изнутри) of a boa
constrictor, so that the grown-ups (ересектер)
could see it clearly. They always need to have
things explained. My
Drawing Number Two looked like this:
The grown-ups' response, this time, was to
advise (ақыл айту) me to lay aside my
drawings of boa constrictors, whether
from the inside or the outside, and devote
(посвящать)myself instead to geography,
history, arithmetic, and grammar.
That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what
might have been a magnificent (тамаша)career
as a painter. I had been
disheartened (уныние)by the failure of my
Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number
Two.
Grown-ups never understand studying anything
by themselves, and it is tiresome
(жалықтыратын) for children to be always and
forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession, and
learned to pilot airplanes (ұшқыш). I have
flown a little over all parts of the
world; and it is true that geography
has been very useful to me. At a
glance I can distinguish (отличить)
China from Arizona. If one gets lost in
the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had a great
many encounters (встречи) with a great many
people who have been concerned with matters
of consequence(салдар). I have lived a great
deal among grown-ups. I have seen them
intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much
improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to
me at all clear-sighted (алғыр), I tried the
experiment of showing him my Drawing
Number One, which I have always kept. I
would try to find out, so, if this was a person of
true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or
she, would always say:
"That is a hat."
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I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book
for dedicating it to a grownup. I have a serious reason:
he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another
reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books
about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where
he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these
reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from
whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children--
- although few of them remember it. And so I correct my
dedication:
TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2014 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com
Once when I was six years old I saw a
magnificent (великолепная) picture in a book,
called True Stories from Nature (табиғат),
about the primeval (девственный) forest. It
was a picture of a boa constrictor (айдаһар
жылан) in the act of swallowing
(проглотывание) an animal. Here is a
copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow
their prey (құрбан) whole, without chewing
(жевание) it. After that they are not
able to move, and they sleep through the six
months that they need for digestion (ас
қорыту)."
I pondered (задумываться) deeply, then, over
the adventures (қызықты оқиға) of the jungle.
And after some work with a colored pencil I
succeeded (преуспевать) in making my first
drawing (сүрет). My Drawing Number One. It
looked something like this:
I showed my masterpiece (жауһар)to the
grown-ups, and asked them whether the
drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? (пугаешься)
Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat
(қалпақ). It was a picture of a boa constrictor
digesting an elephant. But since
the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I
made another drawing:
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