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9786155565212 - Kenneth Grahame, Murat Ukray: The Wind in the Willows - Könyv
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Kenneth Grahame, Murat Ukray (?):

The Wind in the Willows (2015) (?)

ISBN: 9786155565212 (?) vagy 615556521X, ismeretlen nyelv, eKitap Projesi, eKitap Projesi, eKitap Projesi, Új, eBook, digitális letöltés

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Az eladó/ekkor
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 whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side. 'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly f
Eladó rendelési szám: a93113a3-0ef0-486a-8bca-68be72fd0d5e
Platform rendelési szám Kobobooks.de: 168569786155565212
Kategória: Natural World
Kulcsszavak: The Wind in the Willows Kenneth Grahame, Murat Ukray Zoology Natural World 9786155565212
Származó adatok 2016.02.19 08:12h
ISBN (alternatív jelölések): 615-5565-21-X, 978-615-5565-21-2
9786155565212 - Kenneth Grahame: Wind in the Willows - Könyv
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Kenneth Grahame (?):

Wind in the Willows (?)

ISBN: 9786155565212 (?) vagy 615556521X, német nyelven, Új, eBook

Ft 1.143 (Fr. 3,90)¹ + Szállítás: Ft 4.400 (Fr. 15,00)¹ = Ft 5.543 (Fr. 18,90)¹(kötelezettség nélkül)
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Az eladó/ekkor
Wind in the Willows, 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 whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side. 'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. 'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. 'How STUPID you are! Why didn't you tell him--' 'Well, why didn't YOU say--' 'You might have reminded him--' and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case. It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting-everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering 'whitewash!' he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.
Eladó rendelési szám: 44055901
Platform rendelési szám Buch.ch: a699edeb20c25aa5f0542b73a4cfcb 5b
Kategória: eBooks / Fremdsprachige eBooks / Englische eBooks / Kinder- & Jugendbücher
Kulcsszavak: eBooks
Származó adatok 2016.02.19 08:12h
ISBN (alternatív jelölések): 615-5565-21-X, 978-615-5565-21-2
9786155565212 - Kenneth Grahame: Wind in the Willows - Könyv
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Kenneth Grahame (?):

Wind in the Willows (?)

ISBN: 9786155565212 (?) vagy 615556521X, ismeretlen nyelv, Új, eBook, digitális letöltés

Ft 1.195 ( 3,69)¹(kötelezettség nélkül)
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Az eladó/ekkor
Eladó rendelési szám: 25177048
Platform rendelési szám Ebook.de (EB): 144908826
Kategória: eBooks > Belletristik > Erzählungen
Kulcsszavak: KINDER- UND JUGENDBUECHER,LERNEN ,EDUCATIONAL BIOLOGY
Származó adatok 2016.03.16 07:45h
ISBN (alternatív jelölések): 615-5565-21-X, 978-615-5565-21-2
9786155565212 - Author: Wind in the Willows - Könyv
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Author (?):

Wind in the Willows (2015) (?)

ISBN: 9786155565212 (?) vagy 615556521X, ismeretlen nyelv, PublishDrive, Új, eBook

Ft 651 (Fr. 2,40)¹ + Szállítás: Ft 4.872 (Fr. 18,00)¹ = Ft 5.523 (Fr. 20,40)¹(kötelezettség nélkül)
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Az eladó/ekkor
Wind in the Willows, 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 whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said ´Bother!´ and ´O blow!´ and also ´Hang spring-cleaning!´ and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, ´Up we go! Up we go!´ till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.´This is fine!´ he said to himself. ´This is better than whitewashing!´ The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.´Hold up!´ said an elderly rabbit at the gap. ´Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!´ He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. ´Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!´ he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. ´How STUPID you are! Why didn´t you tell him--´ ´Well, why didn´t YOU say--´ ´You might have reminded him--´ and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case.It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting-everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering ´whitewash!´ he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working. ePUB, 11.04.2015
Eladó rendelési szám: 44055901
Platform rendelési szám Orellfuessli.ch (EB): 779285036
Kategória: eBook, eBooks>Fremdsprachige eBooks>Englische eBooks>Kinder- & Jugendbücher
Kulcsszavak: eBook
Származó adatok 2018.04.28 19:32h
ISBN (alternatív jelölések): 615-5565-21-X, 978-615-5565-21-2

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