The Wind in the Willows

Imi doream acest titlu foarte mult in biblioteca M-ei, deci atunci cand Zana cartilor m-a intrebat ce carte cred eu ca i-ar placea mult micutei mele, nu am stat nicio secunda pe ganduri si am ales-o pe aceasta.

Toata lumea cunoaste sau cel putin a auzit de celebrul roman al scriitorului scotian Kenneth Grahame, tradus in limba romana cu titlul “Vantul printre salcii”. 

Si, cu toate ca imi este cunoscut, personal nu incetez sa ma minunez de maiestria cu care autorul ne permite noua, cititorilor, sa patrundem in fabulosul propriei sale copilarii, intr-o Anglie rustica, rupta din povesti, cu animalute pe post de personaje ce trec prin tot felul de experiente menite sa le demonstreze cat de bine pot trai in armonie cu natura.

Editia aceasta neabreviata, publicata de Usborne este senzationala! 

Coperta brosata, moale si pufoasa, te invita sa te scufunzi in cele 336 de pagini si sa nu-ti mai doresti sa iesi mult timp dintre ele. 

Spun ca este o editie pretioasa, cu semn de carte din satin, pagini cartonate, lucioase si ilustratii extreeem de frumoase, ce poarta semnatura lui Rachel Johnson.

M. a primit-o in dimineata aceasta cu o bucurie imensa, insotita de topaila vesela de greieras incantat si ne-am propus sa o citim si recitim de multe ori. Este o carte pentru copii, dar si noua, parintilor, ni se topeste sufletul dupa ea, deci am de gand sa ma bucur si eu la maxim de momentele petrecute in compania ei si a ingerasei mele!

Vi-i amintiti pe Cartita, Broscoiul cel nesabuit, pe Bursucul respectat sau Soarecele-de-apa cel istet?

Tare mult imi doresc sa citez fragmente in care sunt descrisi cei patru protagonisti ai cartii – sunt convinsa ca pe multi dintre voi o sa va incante la maxim ceea ce veti citi:

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of withewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. […]

The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by existing stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea. […]

A brown little face, with whiskers.

A grave round face, with the same twinkle in its eye that had first attracted his notice.

Small neat ears and thick silky hair.

It was the Water Rat! […]

[…] “It’s never the wrong time to call on Toad. Early or late, he’s always the same fellow. Always good-tempered, always glad to see you, always sorry when you go!”

“”He must be a very nice animal”, observed the Mole, as he got into the boat and took the sculls, while the Rat settled himself comfortably in the stern.

“He is indeed the best of animals”, replied the Rat. “So simple, so good-natured, and so affectionate. Perharps he’s not very clever – we can’t all be geniuses; and it may be that he is both boastful and conceited. But he has some great qualities, has Toady.”

The Badger, who wore a long dressing-gown, and whose slippers were indeed very down-at-heel, carried a flat candlestick in his paw and had probably been on his way to bed when their summons sounded. He looked kindly down on them and patted both their heads. “This is not the sort of night for small animals to be out”, he said paternally. “I’m afraid you’ve been up to some of your pranks again, Ratty.

Multumim din suflet pentru carte, Laura!

O saptamana frumoasa, cu mult soare si lecturi minunate va dorim!

(5 ani si 9 luni)