Приключения Мог на Рождество
Эта Мог постоянно попадает в разные переделки!
Потому как приближается Рождество, уместно будет рассказать еще одну историю о приключениях Мог как раз на этот праздник.
Мы с Наташей достали одну из самых любимых книжек, которая была у нас дома, и Наташа прочитала ее на видео.
В этом небольшом рассказе вы снова встретитесь с семейством Томасов: это Никки, Дебби, их мама и папа, а также тёти и дядя.
Рождество – семейный праздник, когда родные люди собираются вместе за праздничным столом, поэтому в доме Томасов очень многолюдно.
Что произошло с Мог? Посмотрите видео – узнаете!
Замечу, что в этом видео я добавила субтитры, пользуясь возможностями самого Youtube.
Если субтитры не показываются, вам надо будет нажать значок субтитров внизу экрана видео с правой стороны. По-моему, так намного удобнее: можно смотреть видео с субтитрами или без – по желанию.
Если кого-то интересует текст видео в напечатанном виде, пожалуйста:
Hello everyone! Natasha is here again.
As Christmas is approaching I would like you to get into Christmas mood.
I would like to read to you this nice children’s story about our famous cat Mog.
This book was written by Judith Kerr.
All the pictures you see in the book, were drown by Judith herself.
The book, which I’m going to read to you today is called ‘Mog’s Christmas’ and you might meet some people who you already know from my previous video.
But lets start.
Mog’s Christmas by Judith Kerr.
One day Mog woke up and nothing was right in her house.
Everybody was busy. Debbie was busy. Nicky was busy. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas were busy. And there were too many people in the house. There was a jolly uncle and two aunts on tippy-toe.
Mog thought, “I don’t like it here.” She went and sat outside on the window-sill. There was nothing to do and no one to play with, so after a while she went back to sleep.
Suddenly she woke up. She saw something. It was a tree. It was a tree walking.
Mog thought, “Trees don’t walk. Trees should stay in one place. Once trees start walking about anything might happen.” She ran up the side of the house in case the tree should come and get her.
“Come down,” shouted the tree. “Come down, Mog!”
“First it walks,” thought Mog, “and now it’s shouting at me. I don’t like that tree at all.” And she ran up to the roof.
The tree went on shouting for a while. Then it went into the house. Mog stayed on the roof. Some white things fell out of the sky. Some fell on the roof and some fell on Mog. They were very cold.
At supper time. Mog was still on the roof. “She must have her supper,” said Debbie. “Mog always has her supper.” Mrs. Thomas gave Mog her supper. But still Mog did not come down.
In the morning Mog did not come down either. She had found a nice tall place, and she was asleep. She was having a lovely dream. Mog dreamed that she was sitting on a cloud. Some white things were falling out of the sky. Mog tried to catch them. She was very happy. But suddenly the cloud began to melt…
Inside the house everyone was sad because Mog would not come down. They were too sad to eat their breakfast. Even the jolly uncle was sad, and one of the aunts cried.
Suddenly there was a noise. It was a noise in the chimney. And then something came down it. It came right down the chimney and fell into the fireplace with a thump.
“It’s Father Christmas!” cried one of the aunts. “No, dear,“ said the other aunt, ”Father Christmas does not have a tail.” Debbie cried, “It’s Mog!”
Mog had to have a bath. But then . . .
Then everything was lovely. The whole house was lovely. The tree had stopped walking about and had made itself all pretty. And Mog had three boiled eggs and some turkey and a present to unwrap.
“Happy Christmas, Mog,” said Debbie.
That is it for today. Please stay with us, I hope I will make more interesting videos for you.