The velveteen rabbit E-Book

Margery Williams

• Herausgeber: Lexikos Editora
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 21

Beschreibung

O Coelhinho de Veludo (The Velveteen Rabbit, 1922), escrito por Margery Williams (1881-1944), conta a história de um coelho de brinquedo que aprende que o amor pode transformá-lo em um ser de verdade. Em sua trajetória, o Coelhinho passa por situações difíceis (abandono e quase morte), assim como de extrema alegria (a descoberta do que é ser de verdade, o amor que o Menino lhe dedica e o encontro com uma fada). A transformação do Coelhinho só ocorre por completo quando ele consegue expressar um sentimento profundo, em um momento crucial, com uma lágrima. Texto original em inglês.

Leseprobe

Margery Williams

illustrated by

Maria Antônia Kfouri Soares

The

Velveteen

Rabbit

or How Toys Become Real

To all the children of the world, may they never lose their imagination and the Nursery magic

T

4

here was once a

velveteen rabbit,

and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy’s stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.

There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.

7

For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn’t know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.

8

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald