Cantitate/Preț
Produs
Total produse
Vezi coșul
Peter Pan de James Matthew Barrie

Peter Pan: Vintage Children's Classics

Autor James Matthew Barrie
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 iul 2012 – vârsta de la 9 până la 12 ani

Vezi toate premiile Carte premiată

Grammy Awards (Spoken Word) (2006)
Come Away! Come Away!

The Darling children are tucked up in bed when Peter Pan bursts in to their nursery. Peter and his mischievous fairy Tinker Bell entice Wendy and her brothers to fly away with them to a magical world called Neverland. There you can swim with mermaids and play all day with the Lost Boys. But you must watch out for pirates, especially Captain Hook. And how do you find Neverland? Second star to the right and straight on till morning of course.
Citește tot Restrânge

Toate formatele și edițiile

Toate formatele și edițiile Preț Express
Paperback (60) 3113 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Tebbo – 28 feb 2011 4497 lei  24 ore
  Bantam Classics – 28 feb 1985 3113 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Signet Book – 30 iun 2011 3170 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 3950 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4011 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4111 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 4145 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 4186 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 4208 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 4208 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Random House UK – 31 iul 2012 4246 lei  22-33 zile +1584 lei  6-12 zile
  CREATESPACE – 4363 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4381 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Aladdin Paperbacks – 31 oct 2003 4398 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 4621 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 4723 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4754 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4754 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 4800 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4951 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 4988 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 5366 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 5387 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 5392 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 5549 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 5594 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 6014 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 6144 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 6238 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 6339 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 6342 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 6531 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 6848 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 7440 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 7497 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 7839 lei  3-5 săpt.
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 7949 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 9034 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Outlook Verlag – 24 sep 2019 17968 lei  3-5 săpt.
  – 5010 lei  6-8 săpt.
  CREATESPACE – 5453 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Laurelhurst – 4 oct 2013 6252 lei  6-8 săpt.
  – 6692 lei  6-8 săpt.
  – 7393 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Public Park Publishing – 3 ian 2020 8941 lei  6-8 săpt.
  – 8997 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Susan Publishing Ltd – 2 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Camel Publishing House – 2 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Barclays Public Books – 2 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Public Publishing – 2 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Mary Publishing Company – 2 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Texas Public Domain – 3 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Texas Public Domain – 3 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Public Public Books – 2 iun 2020 9034 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Samuel French, Inc. – 31 ian 2011 10622 lei  6-8 săpt.
  – 10932 lei  39-44 zile
  Simon & Brown – 30 noi 2010 11526 lei  39-44 zile
  Samuel French Ltd – 21 noi 2016 12550 lei  6-8 săpt.
  Echo Library – 31 dec 2008 14085 lei  39-44 zile
  TREDITION CLASSICS – 31 oct 2011 14238 lei  6-8 săpt.
Hardback (12) 3250 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Random House Disney – 31 dec 2006 3250 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Pan Macmillan – 11 iul 2016 4737 lei  3-5 săpt. +3193 lei  6-12 zile
  WORDSWORTH EDITIONS LTD – 6 sep 2018 4851 lei  3-5 săpt. +1140 lei  6-12 zile
  EVERYMAN – 28 oct 1992 7178 lei  22-33 zile +4265 lei  6-12 zile
  UNION SQUARE & CO – 31 dec 2022 7725 lei  3-5 săpt. +2256 lei  6-12 zile
  chiltern publishing – 29 sep 2021 12700 lei  3-5 săpt. +1774 lei  6-12 zile
  Outlook Verlag – 6 sep 2022 31373 lei  18-23 zile +3031 lei  6-12 zile
  Outlook Verlag – 24 sep 2019 32745 lei  3-5 săpt.
  Public Park Publishing – 15 ian 2020 12303 lei  6-8 săpt.
  – 12739 lei  6-8 săpt.
  – 16985 lei  39-44 zile
  Aegypan Press – 30 apr 2008 17456 lei  39-44 zile

Din seria Vintage Children's Classics

Preț: 4246 lei

Preț vechi: 5084 lei
-16% Nou

Puncte Express: 64
Preț estimativ în valută:
813€ • 857$ • 677£

Carte disponibilă

Livrare economică 13-24 decembrie
Livrare express 27 noiembrie-03 decembrie pentru 2583 lei

 Adaugă în coș

Wish list
Gift list
Am citit!
Adaugă în listă
Preluare comenzi: 021 569.72.76

Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780099573043
ISBN-10: 0099573040
Pagini: 229
Ilustrații: INCLUDES MAP
Dimensiuni: 127 x 185 x 18 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Random House UK
Colecția Vintage Children's Classics
Seria Vintage Children's Classics

Recenzii

"Intensely moving as well as enchanting in its evocation of childhood, the heartlessness of youth and parental grief as children grow older."
— Daily Telegraph
"Intensely moving as well as enchanting in its evocation of childhood, the heartlessness of youth and parental grief as children grow older" Daily Telegraph "One of the classic children's stories of all time" Daily Mail "So what makes these different to any other set of classics? In a moment of inspiration Random House had the bright idea of actually asking Key stage 2 children what extra ingredients they could add to make children want to read. And does it work? Well, put it this way...my 13-year-old daughter announced that she had to read a book over the summer holiday and, without any prompting, spotted The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas...and proceeded to read it! Now, if you knew my 13-year-old daughter, you would realise that this is quite remarkable. She reads texts, blogs and tags by the thousand - but this is the first book she has read since going to high school, so all hail Vintage Classics!" National Association for the Teaching of English

Notă biografică

JAMES MATTHEW BARRIE was born in Kirriemuir, Scotland in 1860. Peter Pan was inspired by the author's friendship with the Llewelyn-Davies family. Barrie would tell George and Jack Llewyllen-Davies -- the original lost boys -- stories about Neverland. He originally wrote the story as a play and its first performance in 1904 was a hit. Barrie then adapted the play into the 1911 novel Peter Pan and Wendy. He was made a baronet in 1913 and awarded the Order of Merit in 1922. J. M. Barrie died on June 19, 1937.

Descriere

Descriere de la o altă ediție sau format:

This is a high quality book of the original classic edition. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, finally, back in print. This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and gives you a short overview and insight of this work and the author's style:
"I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven-who is that moving?-eight nine seven, dot and carry seven-don't speak, my own-and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door-quiet, child-dot and carry child-there, you've done it!-did I say nine nine seven?
..."Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings-don't speak-measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six-don't waggle your finger-whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings"-and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.
...It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.
...Darling was not sufficiently impressed, and he went on sternly, "I warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night, and if I don't go out to dinner to-night, I never go to the office again, and if I don't go to the office again, you and I starve, and our children will be flung into the streets."
...They ran into the middle of the street to look up at the nursery window; and, yes, it was still shut, but the room was ablaze with light, and most heart-gripping sight of all, they could see in shadow on the curtain three little figures in night attire circling round and round, not on the floor but in the air.

Extras

Chapter One


Peter Breaks Through

ALL CHILDREN, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the righthand corner.

The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.

Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.

Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darling's guesses.

Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.

For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Mr. Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs. Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly. She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again.

"Now don't interrupt," he would beg of her. "I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven-who is that moving?-eight nine seven, dot and carry seven-don't speak, my own-and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door-quiet, child-dot and carry child-there, you've done it!-did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?"

"Of course we can, George," she cried. But she was prejudiced in Wendy's favour, and he was really the grander character of the two.

"Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly, and off he went again. "Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings-don't speak-measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six-don't waggle your finger-whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings"-and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.

There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsom's Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.

Mrs. Darling loved to have everything just so, and Mr. Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours; so, of course, they had a nurse. As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her. She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses. She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse. How thorough she was at bath-time; and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry. Of course, her kennel was in the nursery. She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs stocking around your throat. She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on. It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school, walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved, and butting them back into line if they strayed. On John's soccer days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain. There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsom's school where the nurses wait. They sat on forms, while Nana lay on the floor, but that was the only difference. They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves, and she despised their light talk. She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs. Darling's friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michael's pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at John's hair.

No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly, and Mr. Darling knew it, yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked.

He had his position in the city to consider.

Nana also troubled him in another way. He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him. "I know she admires you tremendously, George," Mrs. Darling would assure him, and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father. Lovely dances followed, in which the only other servant, Liza, was sometimes allowed to join. Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maid's cap, though she had sworn, when engaged, that she would never see ten again. The gaiety of these romps! And gayest of all was Mrs. Darling, who would pirouette so wildly that all you could see of her was the kiss, and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it. There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.

Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.

I don't know whether you have ever seen a map of a person's mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child's mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island; for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all; but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needlework, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on; and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents; but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood in a row you could say of them that they have each other's nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.

Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact; not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distance between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real. That is why there are night-lights.
Occasionally in her travels through her children's minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael's minds, while Wendy's began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance.

"Yes, he is rather cocky," Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her.

"But who is he, my pet?"

"He is Peter Pan, you know, mother."

At first Mrs. Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd stories about him; as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person.

"Besides," she said to Wendy, "he would be grown up by this time."

"Oh no, he isn't grown up," Wendy assured her confidently, "and he is just my size." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didn't know how she knew it, she just knew it.

Mrs. Darling consulted Mr. Darling, but he smiled pooh-pooh. "Mark my words," he said, "it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have. Leave it alone, and it will blow over."

But it would not blow over; and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs. Darling quite a shock.

Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they met their dead father and had a game with him. It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation. Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the children went to bed, and Mrs. Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile:

"I do believe it is that Peter again!"

"Whatever do you mean, Wendy?"

"It is so naughty of him not to wipe," Wendy said, sighing. She was a tidy child.

She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately she never woke, so she didn't know how she knew, she just knew.

"What nonsense you talk, precious. No one can get into the house without knocking."

"I think he comes in by the window," she said.

"My love, it is three floors up."

"Were not the leaves at the foot of the window, mother?"

It was quite true; the leaves had been found very near the window.

Mrs. Darling did not know what to think, for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming.

"My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?"

"I forgot," said Wendy lightly. She was in a hurry to get her breakfast.

Oh, surely she must have been dreaming.

Textul de pe ultima copertă

Peter Pan works on indisputable magic on readers of all ages, making it a true classic of imaginative literature.

Premii