×

Select Store

Dowload from Google Play Dowload from the App Store

Scan with Camera

Dowload via QR Code
Winnie-the-Pooh | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

Winnie-the-Pooh | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

This progressive translation technique brings multiple benefits to language learners. It lets you choose the difficulty level that matches your abilities, making sure the material is challenging but not too difficult. By focusing on understanding words in context, this method boosts your comprehension skills. While direct translations are slightly hidden to promote guessing from context, you can always check unfamiliar words. This approach makes learning a new language both engaging and accessible, offering the right mix of difficulty and encouragement. Embark on a journey through translated classics and enjoy the process of learning through reading.

INTRODUCTION
Ifyouhappento
har
havereadanotherbookaboutChristopherRobin,you
kan
mayrememberthatheoncehadaswan(ortheswanhadChristopherRobin,Idon't
vet
knowwhich)andthathe
pleide
usedtocallthisswanPooh.
Thatwasa
lenge
longtimeago,andwhenwe
sa
saidgood-bye,wetookthe
navnet
namewithus,aswedidn't
trodde
thinktheswanwouldwantitanymore.
Vel
Well,whenEdwardBearsaid
at
thathewouldlikean
spennende
excitingnamealltohimself,ChristopherRobin
sa
saidatonce,withoutstoppingto
tenke
think,thathewasWinnie-the-Pooh.
Og
Andhewas.
So,asI
har
haveexplainedthePoohpart,I
vil
willnowexplaintherestofit.
Youcan'tbeinLondonfor
lenge
longwithoutgoingtothe
Dyrehagen
Zoo.
Therearesomepeoplewho
begynner
begintheZooatthe
begynner
beginning,calledWAYIN,andwalkas
fort
quicklyastheycanpast
hvert
everycageuntiltheygettotheone
kalt
calledWAYOUT,butthenicest
mennesker
peoplegostraighttothe
dyret
animaltheylovethemost,
og
andstaythere.
SowhenChristopherRobin
går
goestotheZoo,he
går
goestowherethePolarBearsare,
og
andhewhisperssomethingto
den
thethirdkeeperfromtheleft,
og
anddoorsareunlocked,andwe
vandrer
wanderthroughdarkpassagesand
opp
upsteepstairs,untilatlastwe
kommer
cometothespecialcage,
og
andthecageisopened,
og
andouttrotssomethingbrown
og
andfurry,andwitha
lykkelig
happycryof"Oh,Bear!"
ChristopherRobinrushesintoitsarms.
Now
denne
thisbear'snameisWinnie,which
viser
showswhatagoodnameforbearsit
er
is,butthefunnythingisthatwecan't
huske
rememberwhetherWinnieiscalled
etter
afterPooh,orPoohafterWinnie.
We
visste
didknowonce,butwe
har
haveforgotten....
Ihadwrittenas
langt
farasthiswhenPiglet
så
lookedupandsaidinhissqueaky
stemme
voice,"WhataboutMe?"
"My
kjære
dearPiglet,"Isaid,"thewhole
boken
bookisaboutyou."
"Soitis
om
aboutPooh,"hesqueaked.
You
ser
seewhatitis.
Heis
sjalu
jealousbecausehethinksPoohis
har
havingaGrandIntroductionalltohimself.
Poohisthe
favoritt
favourite,ofcourse,there'sno
nekter
denyingit,butPigletcomesinfor
en
agoodmanythingswhichPoohmisses;
fordi
becauseyoucan'ttakePoohto
skolen
schoolwithouteverybodyknowingit,
men
butPigletissosmallthatheslipsinto
en
apocket,whereitis
veldig
verycomfortingtofeelhim
når
whenyouarenotquite
sikker
surewhethertwicesevenistwelve
eller
ortwenty-two.
Sometimesheslips
ut
outandhasagood
blikk
lookintheink-pot,andin
denne
thiswayhehasgot
mer
moreeducationthanPooh,butPoohdoesn'tmind.
Noen
Somehavebrains,andsomehaven't,he
sier
says,andthereitis.
Og
Andnowalltheothersare
sier
saying,"WhataboutUs?"
Soperhapsthe
beste
bestthingtodoisto
slutte
stopwritingIntroductionsandgeton
med
withthebook.
CHAPTERI
INWHICHWEARE
Introdusert
INTRODUCEDTOWINNIE-THE-POOHANDSOMEBEES,
Og
ANDTHESTORIESBEGIN
HereisEdwardBear,
kommer
comingdownstairsnow,bump,bump,
bump
bump,onthebackofhis
hodet
head,behindChristopherRobin.
It
er
is,asfarashe
vet
knows,theonlywayof
komme
comingdownstairs,butsometimeshefeelsthatthere
virkelig
reallyisanotherway,ifonlyhe
kunne
couldstopbumpingfora
øyeblikk
momentandthinkofit.
Og
Andthenhefeelsthatperhapsthereisn't.
Uansett
Anyhow,hereheisatthe
bunnen
bottom,andreadytobe
introdusert
introducedtoyou.
Winnie-the-Pooh.
WhenI
først
firstheardhisname,Isaid,
akkurat
justasyouaregoingto
si
say,"ButIthoughthewas
en
aboy?"
SodidI,"
sa
saidChristopherRobin.
Thenyoucan't
kalle
callhimWinnie?"
Idon't."
Men
Butyousaid——".
He'sWinnie-ther-Pooh.
Don'tyou
vet
knowwhat'ther'means?"
Ah,
ja
yes,nowIdo,"I
sa
saidquickly;
andIhopeyou
gjør
dotoo,becauseitisalltheexplanationyouaregoingto
få
get.
SometimesWinnie-the-Poohlikesa
spill
gameofsomesortwhenhe
kommer
comesdownstairs,andsometimeshe
liker
likestositquietlyin
foran
frontofthefireand
lytte
listentoastory.
This
kveld
evening——.
Whataboutastory?"
sa
saidChristopherRobin.
Whatabout
en
astory?"
Isaid.
Couldyou
veldig
verysweetlytellWinnie-the-Poohone?"
I
antar
supposeIcould,"Isaid.
"Whatsortofstoriesdoeshelike?"
Om
Abouthimself.
Becausehe'sthatsortofBear."
Oh,Isee."
So
kunne
couldyouverysweetly?"
I'lltry,"I
sa
said.
SoItried.
Onceupon
en
atime,averylongtime
siden
agonow,aboutlastFriday,Winnie-the-Poohlivedin
en
aforestallbyhimself
under
underthenameofSanders.
("Whatdoes'underthename'mean?"
spurte
askedChristopherRobin.
Itmeanshe
hadde
hadthenameoverthe
døren
dooringoldletters,andlived
under
underit."
Winnie-the-Poohwasn'tquitesure,"
sa
saidChristopherRobin.
NowIam,"
sa
saidagrowlyvoice.
ThenI
vil
willgoon,"saidI.)
One
dag
daywhenhewasout
gå
walking,hecametoan
åpent
openplaceinthemiddleof
de
theforest,andinthe
midten
middleofthisplacewasa
stor
largeoak-tree,and,fromthe
toppen
topofthetree,there
kom
camealoudbuzzing-noise.
Winnie-the-Poohsat
ned
downatthefootofthe
treet
tree,puthisheadbetweenhispaws
og
andbegantothink.
Firstof
alt
allhesaidtohimself:
"Thatbuzzing-noise
betyr
meanssomething.
Youdon'tget
en
abuzzing-noiselikethat,justbuzzing
og
andbuzzing,withoutitsmeaning
noe
something.
Ifthere'sabuzzing-noise,somebody'smaking
en
abuzzing-noise,andtheonlyreasonformaking
en
abuzzing-noisethatIknowofis
fordi
becauseyou'reabee."
Thenhe
tenkte
thoughtanotherlongtime,and
sa
said:
"Andtheonlyreasonforbeing
en
abeethatIknowofis
lage
makinghoney."
Andthenhegot
opp
up,andsaid:
"Andthe
eneste
onlyreasonformakinghoneyissoasI
kan
caneatit."
Sohe
begynte
begantoclimbthetree.
He
klatret
climbedandheclimbedandhe
klatret
climbed,andasheclimbedhe
sang
sangalittlesongtohimself.
It
gikk
wentlikethis:.
Thenhe
klatret
climbedalittlefurther...
og
andalittlefurther...
og
andthenjustalittle
lenger
further.
Bythattimehe
hadde
hadthoughtofanothersong.
Hewas
ble
gettingrathertiredbythistime,so
det
thatiswhyhesang
en
aComplainingSong.
Hewas
nesten
nearlytherenow,andifhe
bare
juststoodonthatbranch...
Crack!
Oh,help!"
sa
saidPooh,ashedropped
ti
tenfeetonthebranch
under
belowhim.
IfonlyIhadn't——"
he
sa
said,ashebouncedtwenty
fot
feetontothenext
gren
branch.
Yousee,whatImeanttodo,"he
forklarte
explained,asheturnedhead-over-heels,
og
andcrashedontoanother
gren
branchthirtyfeetbelow,"whatImeanttodo——".
Of
selvfølgelig
course,itwasrather——"
he
innrømmet
admitted,asheslitheredvery
raskt
quicklythroughthenextsixbranches.
Itall
kommer
comes,Isuppose,"hedecided,ashe
sa
saidgood-byetothelast
grenen
branch,spunroundthreetimes,
og
andflewgracefullyintoagorse-bush,"itall
kommer
comesoflikinghoneyso
mye
much.
Oh,help!"
Hecrawled
ut
outofthegorse-bush,brushedthepricklesfromhis
nesen
nose,andbegantothink
igjen
again.
Andthefirstpersonhe
tenkte
thoughtofwasChristopherRobin.
("Was
det
thatme?"
saidChristopherRobinin
en
anawedvoice,hardlydaringto
tro
believeit.
Thatwasyou."
ChristopherRobin
sa
saidnothing,buthiseyesgot
større
largerandlarger,andhis
ansiktet
facegotpinkerandpinker.)
SoWinnie-the-Pooh
gikk
wentroundtohisfriendChristopherRobin,
som
wholivedbehindagreen
dør
doorinanotherpartofthe
skogen
forest.
Goodmorning,ChristopherRobin,"he
sa
said.
Goodmorning,Winnie-ther-Pooh,"saidyou.
I
lurer
wonderifyou'vegotsuch
en
athingasaballoonaboutyou?"
En
Aballoon?"
Yes,Ijust
sa
saidtomyselfcomingalong:
'I
lurer
wonderifChristopherRobinhas
slik
suchathingasa
ballong
balloonabouthim?'
Ijust
sa
saidittomyself,thinkingofballoons,
og
andwondering."
Whatdoyou
vil
wantaballoonfor?"
you
sa
said.
Winnie-the-Poohlookedroundto
se
seethatnobodywaslistening,
satte
puthispawtohis
munnen
mouth,andsaidina
dyp
deepwhisper:
"Honey!"
Butyoudon't
får
gethoneywithballoons!"
Ido,"saidPooh.
Vel
Well,itjusthappenedthatyou
hadde
hadbeentoapartythe
dagen
daybeforeatthehouseofyour
venn
friendPiglet,andyouhadballoonsattheparty.
Youhadhad
en
abiggreenballoon;
andoneofRabbit'srelationshadhada
stor
bigblueone,andhadleftit
bak
behind,beingreallytooyoungto
gå
gotoapartyatall;
og
andsoyouhadbrought
den
thegreenoneandthe
blå
blueonehomewithyou.
Whichone
vil
wouldyoulike?"
youaskedPooh.
He
puttet
puthisheadbetweenhispaws
og
andthoughtverycarefully.
It's
som
likethis,"hesaid.
"Whenyou
går
goafterhoneywitha
ballong
balloon,thegreatthingisnotto
la
letthebeesknowyou're
kommer
coming.
Now,ifyouhave
en
agreenballoon,theymight
tro
thinkyouwereonlypartofthe
treet
tree,andnotnoticeyou,
og
and,ifyouhavea
blå
blueballoon,theymightthinkyouwere
bare
onlypartofthesky,
og
andnotnoticeyou,andthequestion
er
is:
Whichismostlikely?"
Wouldn'tthey
merke
noticeyouunderneaththeballoon?"
you
spurte
asked.
Theymightorthey
kan
mightnot,"saidWinnie-the-Pooh.
"You
aldri
nevercantellwithbees."
He
tenkte
thoughtforamomentand
sa
said:
"Ishalltryto
se
looklikeasmallblack
sky
cloud.
Thatwilldeceivethem."
Thenyouhadbetter
ha
havetheblueballoon,"you
sa
said;
andsoitwas
besluttet
decided.
Well,youbothwent
ut
outwiththeblueballoon,
og
andyoutookyourgun
med
withyou,justincase,asyou
alltid
alwaysdid,andWinnie-the-Poohwentto
et
averymuddyplacethathe
visste
knewof,androlledand
rullet
rolleduntilhewasblack
alt
allover;
andthen,whentheballoonwasblown
opp
upasbigasbig,
og
andyouandPoohwere
begge
bothholdingontothestring,you
la
letgosuddenly,andPoohBearfloatedgracefully
opp
upintothesky,andstayedthere—level
med
withthetopofthe
treet
treeandabouttwentyfeet
unna
awayfromit.
Hooray!"
you
ropte
shouted.
Isn'tthatfine?"
shoutedWinnie-the-Pooh
ned
downtoyou.
"WhatdoI
ser
looklike?"
Youlooklike
en
aBearholdingonto
en
aballoon,"yousaid.
Not,"
sa
saidPoohanxiously,"—notlike
en
asmallblackcloudin
en
abluesky?"
Notverymuch."
Ah,
vel
well,perhapsfromuphereit
ser
looksdifferent.
And,asI
sier
say,younevercantell
med
withbees."
Therewasno
vind
windtoblowhimnearertothe
treet
tree,sotherehestayed.
He
kunne
couldseethehoney,he
kunne
couldsmellthehoney,buthecouldn't
helt
quitereachthehoney.
After
en
alittlewhilehecalled
ned
downtoyou.
ChristopherRobin!"
he
sa
saidinaloudwhisper.
Hallo!"
I
tror
thinkthebeessuspectsomething!"
Whatsortofthing?"
Idon't
vet
know.
Butsomethingtellsme
at
thatthey'resuspicious!"
Perhapsthey
tror
thinkthatyou'reaftertheirhoney."
It
kan
maybethat.
Younever
kan
cantellwithbees."
Therewasanother
liten
littlesilence,andthenhecalled
ned
downtoyouagain.
ChristopherRobin!"
Yes?"
Har
Haveyouanumbrellainyourhouse?"
I
tror
thinkso."
Iwishyou
ville
wouldbringitouthere,
og
andwalkupanddown
med
withit,andlookupatme
hver
everynowandthen,and
si
say'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain.'
I
tror
think,ifyoudidthat,it
ville
wouldhelpthedeceptionwhichweare
praktiserer
practisingonthesebees."
Well,you
lo
laughedtoyourself,"SillyoldBear!"
men
butyoudidn'tsayit
høyt
aloudbecauseyouweresofondof
ham
him,andyouwenthomeforyourumbrella.
Oh,thereyouare!"
called
ned
downWinnie-the-Pooh,assoonasyou
kom
gotbacktothetree.
"Iwas
begynte
beginningtogetanxious.
I
har
havediscoveredthatthebeesare
nå
nowdefinitelySuspicious."
ShallI
sette
putmyumbrellaup?"
you
sa
said.
Yes,butwaita
øyeblikk
moment.
Wemustbepractical.
Den
Theimportantbeetodeceiveis
den
theQueenBee.
Canyou
se
seewhichistheQueenBeefromdownthere?"
No."
Apity.
Vel
Well,now,ifyouwalk
opp
upanddownwithyourumbrella,
sier
saying,'Tut-tut,itlookslikerain,'Ishall
gjøre
dowhatIcanby
synge
singingalittleCloudSong,
slik
suchasacloudmight
synge
sing....
Go!"
So,whileyou
gikk
walkedupanddownand
lurte
wonderedifitwouldrain,Winnie-the-Pooh
sang
sangthissong:.
Thebeeswere
fortsatt
stillbuzzingassuspiciouslyasever.
Noen
Someofthem,indeed,lefttheirnests
og
andflewallroundthe
skyen
cloudasitbeganthe
andre
secondverseofthissong,
og
andonebeesatdownon
den
thenoseofthecloudfora
øyeblikk
moment,andthengotupagain.
Christopher—ow!—Robin,"calledoutthe
skyen
cloud.
Yes?"
Ihavejustbeen
tenkt
thinking,andIhavecometo
en
averyimportantdecision.
Theseare
den
thewrongsortofbees."
Arethey?"
Helt
Quitethewrongsort.
SoI
burde
shouldthinktheywouldmakethe
feil
wrongsortofhoney,shouldn'tyou?"
Ville
Wouldthey?"
Yes.
SoI
tror
thinkIshallcomedown."
How?"
spurte
askedyou.
Winnie-the-Poohhadn'tthoughtabout
dette
this.
Ifheletgoofthestring,he
ville
wouldfall—bump—andhedidn'tlikethe
ideen
ideaofthat.
Sohe
tenkte
thoughtforalongtime,
og
andthenhesaid:.
ChristopherRobin,you
må
mustshoottheballoonwithyourgun.
Har
Haveyougotyourgun?"
OfcourseIhave,"you
sa
said.
"ButifIdothat,it
vil
willspoiltheballoon,"you
sa
said.