автор: Чепкина Ольга Владиславовна
учитель английского языка ОЧУ Газпром школа
Конспект урока Традиции английского гостеприимства в книге Майкла Бонда «Медвежонок Падингтон» с приложением
MR AND MRS Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform. In fact, that was how he came to have such an unusual name for a bear, for Paddington was the name of the station.
The Browns were there to meet their daughter Judy, who was coming home from school for the holidays. It was a warm summer day and the station was crowded with people on their way to the seaside. There was so much noise that Mr. Brown, who saw him first, had to tell his wife several times before she understood.
“A bear? On Paddington station?” Mrs. Brown looked at her husband in amazement. “Don’t be silly, Henry. There can’t be!”
Mr. Brown adjusted his glasses. “But there is,” he insisted. “I distinctly saw it. Over there – near the bicycle rack. It was wearing a funny kind of hat.” Without waiting for a reply he caught hold of his wife’s arm and pushed her through the crowd towards the Lost Property Office.
“There you are,” he announced triumphantly, pointing towards a dark corner, “I told you so!”
Mrs. Brown has seen a furry object in the shadows. It seemed to be sitting on some kind of suitcase and around its neck there was a label with some writing on it. The suitcase was old and battered and on the side, in large letters, were the words WANTED ON VOYAGE. It seemed a very unusual kind of bear. It was brown in colour, a rather dirty brown, and it was wearing a most odd looking hat.
Seeing that something was expected of it the bear stood up and politely raised its hat, revealing two black ears.
“Good afternoon,” it said, in a small, clear voice.
“Er… good afternoon,” replied Mr. Brown, doubtfully. There was a moment of silence.
The bear looked at them inquiringly. “Can I help you?”
Mr. Brown looked rather embarrassed. “Well… no. Er… as a matter of fact, we were wondering if we could help you.” Mrs. Brown bent down. “You’re a very small bear,” she said.
The bear puffed out its chest. “I’m a very rare sort of bear,” he replied importantly. “There aren’t many of us left where I come from.”
“And where is that?” asked Mrs. Brown.
The bear looked round carefully before replying. “Darkest Peru. I’m not really supposed to be here at all. I’m a stowaway!”
“A stowaway?” Mr. Brown lowered his voice and looked anxiously over his shoulder. He almost expected to see a policeman standing behind him with a notebook and pencil, taking everything down.
“Yes,” said the bear. “I emigrated, you know.” A sad expression came into its eyes. “I used to live with my Aunt Lucy in Peru, but she had to go into a home for retired bears.”
“You don’t mean to say you’ve come all the way from South America by yourself?” exclaimed Mrs. Brown.
The bear nodded. “Aunt Lucy always said she wanted me to emigrate when I was old enough. That’s why she taught me to speak English.”
“But whatever did you do for food?” asked Mr. Brown. “You must be starving.”
The bear unlocked the suitcase with a small key and brought out an almost empty glass jar.
“I ate marmalade,” he said, rather proudly. “Bears like marmalade. And I lived in a lifeboat.”
“But what are you going to do now?” said Mr. Brown. “You can’t just sit on Paddington station waiting for something to happen.”
“Oh, I shall be all right… I expect.”
The bear bent down to do up its case again. As he did so Mrs. Brown caught a glimpse of the writing on the label. It said, simply, PLEASE LOOK AFTER THIS BEAR.THANK YOU.
She turned appealingly to her husband. “Oh, Henry, what shall we do? We can’t just leave him here. There’s no knowing what might happen to him. London’s such a big place when you’ve nowhere to go. Can’t he come and stay with us for
a few days? He is rather sweet. And he’d be such company for Jonathan and Judy.”
“It all seems highly irregular,” said Mr Brown, doubtfully. “I’m sure there’s a law about it.” He bent down. “Would you like to come and stay with us?” he asked.
The bear jumped and his hat nearly fell off with excitement. “Oooh, yes, please. I should like that very much. I’ve nowhere to go and everyone seems in such a hurry.”
“Well, that’s settled then,” said Mrs. Brown, before her husband could change his mind. “And you can have marmalade for breakfast every morning, and – ” she tried hard to think of something else that bears might like.
“Every morning?” The bear looked as if it could hardly believe its ears. “I only had it on special occasions at home. Marmalade’s very expensive in Darkest Peru.”
“Then you shall have it every morning starting tomorrow,” continued Mrs. Brown. “And honey on Sunday.”
“By the way,” he added, “if you are coming home with us you’d better know our names. This is Mrs. Brown and I’m Mr. Brown.”
The bear raised its hat politely – twice. “I haven’t really got a name,” he said. “Only a Peruvian one which no one can understand.”
“Then we’d better give you an English one,” said Mrs. Brown. “It’ll make things much easier.” She looked round the station for inspiration. “It ought to be something special,” she said thoughtfully. “I know what!” she exclaimed. “We found you on Paddington station so we’ll call you Paddington!”
“Paddington!” The bear repeated it several times to make sure. “It seems a very long name.”
“Quite distinguished,” said Mr. Brown. “Yes, I like Paddington as a name. Paddington it shall be.”
Mrs. Brown stood up. “Good. Now, Paddington, I have to meet our little daughter, Judy, off the train. She’s coming home from school. I’m sure you must be thirsty after your long journey, so you go along to the buffet with Mr. Brown and he’ll buy you a nice cup of tea.”
Paddington licked his lips. “I’m very thirsty,” he said. “Sea water makes you thirsty.” He picked up his suitcase, pulled his hat down firmly over his head, and waved a paw politely in the direction of the buffet. “After you, Mr. Brown.”
“Er… thank you, Paddington,” said Mr. Brown.
“Now, Henry, look after him,” Mrs. Brown called after them. “And for goodness’ sake, when you get a moment, take that label off his neck. It makes him look like a parcel.”
The buffet was crowded when they entered but Mr. Brown managed to find a table for two in a corner. By standing on a chair Paddington could just rest his paws comfortably on the glass top. He looked around with interest while Mr. Brown went to fetch the tea.
“Well, Paddington,” said Mr. Brown, as he placed two steaming cups of tea on the table and a plate piled high with cakes. “How’s that to be going on with?”
Paddington’s eyes glistened. “It’s very nice, thank you,” he exclaimed, eyeing the tea doubtfully. “But it’s rather hard drinking out of a cup. I usually get my head stuck, or else my hat falls in and makes it taste nasty.”
Mr. Brown hesitated. “Then you’d better give your hat to me. I’ll pour the tea into a saucer for you..”
Paddington looked hungrily at the cakes.
“I’m sorry they haven’t any marmalade ones, said Mr. Brown, “but they were the best I could get.”
“I’m glad I emigrated,” said Paddington, as he reached out a paw and pulled the plate nearer. “Do you think anyone would mind if I stood on the table to eat?”
Before Mr. Brown could answer he had climbed up and placed his right paw firmly on the bun. It was a very large bun, the biggest and stickiest Mr. Brown had been able to find, and in a matter of moments most of the inside found its way on to Paddington’s whiskers. People started to nudge each other and began staring in their direction. Mr. Brown stirred his tea and looked out of the window, pretending he had tea with a bear on Paddington station every day of his life.
“Henry!” The sound of his wife’s voice brought him back to earth. “Henry, whatever are you doing to that poor bear? Look at him! He’s covered all over with cream and jam.”
Mr. Brown jumped up in confusion. “He seemed rather hungry,” he answered.
Judy clapped her hands excitedly. “Oh, Daddy, is he really going to stay with us?”
“If he does,” said Mrs. Brown, “I can see someone other than your father will have to look after him. Just look at the mess he’s in!”
Paddington looked up to see that Mrs. Brown had been joined by a little girl, with laughing blue eyes and long, fair hair. He jumped up, meaning to raise his hat, and in his haste slipped on a patch of strawberry jam. For a brief moment he had a dizzy impression of everything and everyone being upside down. He waved his paws wildly in the air and then, before anyone could catch him, he somersaulted backwards and landed with a splash in his saucer of tea. He jumped up even quicker than he had sat down, because the tea was still very hot, and promptly stepped into Mr. Brown’s cup.
Judy threw back her head and laughed until the tears rolled down her face. “Oh, Mummy, isn’t he funny!” she cried.
Paddington, who didn’t think it at all funny, stood for a moment with one foot on the table and the other in Mr. Brown’s tea. There were large patches of white cream all over his face, and on his left ear there was a lump of strawberry jam.
“You wouldn’t think,” said Mrs. Brown, “that anyone could get in such a state with just one bun.”
“We’d better go”, said Mr. Brown, “I’ll see if I can find a taxi.” He picked up Judy’s belongings and hurried outside.
Paddington climbed down on to the floor. Judy took one of his paws.
“Come along, Paddington. We’ll take you home and you can have a nice hot bath. Then you can tell me all about South America. I’m sure you must have had lots of wonderful adventures.”
“I have,” said Paddington earnestly. “Lots. Things are always happening to me. I’m that sort of bear.”
When they came out of the buffet Mr. Brown had already found a taxi and he waved them across.
The driver looked hard at Paddington and then at the inside of his nice, clean taxi.
“Bears is extra,” he said gruffly. “Sticky bears are twice as much again.”
The Browns trooped obediently into the back of the taxi. Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Judy sat in the back, while Paddington stood on a tip-up seat behind the driver so that he could see out of the window.
The sun was shining as they drove out of the station and after the gloom and the noise everything seemed bright and cheerful. They swept past a group of people at a bus stop and Paddington waved. Several people stared and one man raised his hat in return. It was all very friendly. After weeks of sitting alone in a lifeboat there was so much to see. There were people and cars and big, red buses everywhere – it wasn’t a bit like Darkest Peru.
Paddington examined Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Judy. Mr. Brown was fat and jolly, with a big moustache and glasses, while Mrs. Brown, who was also rather plump, looked like a larger edition of Judy.
The glass window behind the driver shot back and a gruff voice said,
“Where did you say you wanted to go?”
Mr. Brown leaned forward. “Number thirty-two, Windsor Gardens.”
The driver cupped his ear with one hand. “Can’t ’ear you,” he shouted.
Paddington tapped him on the shoulder. “Number thirty-two, Windsor Gardens,” he repeated.
The taxi driver jumped at the sound of Paddington’s voice and narrowly missed hitting a bus. He looked down at his shoulder and glared.
“Cream!” he said, bitterly. “All over me new coat!”
Judy giggled and Mr. and Mrs. Brown exchanged glances.
“I beg your pardon,” said Paddington. He bent forward and tried to rub the stain off with his other paw. Several bun crumbs and a smear of jam added themselves mysteriously to the taxi driver’s coat. The driver gave Paddington a long, hard look.
Paddington raised his hat and the driver slammed the window shut again.
“Oh dear,” said Mrs. Brown. “We really shall have to give him a bath as soon as we get indoors. It’s getting everywhere.”
The taxi stopped and the Browns began to climb out.
Paddington picked up his suitcase and followed Judy up a flight of white steps to a big green door.
“Now you’re going to meet Mrs. Bird,” said Judy.
“She looks after us. She’s a bit fierce sometimes. I’m sure you’ll like her.”
Paddington felt his knees begin to tremble.
“I’m sure I shall like her, if you say so,” he said,
“But will she like me?”
