The love writer of children and grown-ups in the whole world - this can be said about R. Bradbury. "Wine with kulbab" ( short zmist according to the distribution below) tell about the supremacy of Douglas and Tom Spalding, as well as their friends.
Like most of the other books of the writer, “Wine from kulbab” sounds like a cry from the readers of the word “podyaky”. Most of the time, in reviews, they write about the readers’ stories, what the TV was worthy of, more, like heroes, they also happened to spend summer months at the dachas or in the village. With a sign of greatness and tse suffocation with gusto, the sunnitsa fell with relish, and almost fearfully entrusted from a wild rage. For someone important є іnshі help. The deyakі say that for the next hour of reading, you start to get bored at the time of your childishness and renew your joy in the presence of decency to everything that comes to mind. A lot of people robbed brightly-yellow vines from the tickets of the kulbab, and the photographs that captured this moment served as a bribe to the same divination about summer, like a miraculous drink for the heroes.
Let's try to find out, why is the strength of this creation with such a simple name.
Twelve-year-old Doug prokinvshis on the fourth version of the didivskoy vezhі early-cherry wound. Yogo's first thoughts were about those in front - an indistinguishable number summer days, filled with benefits and secrets. This is how the story “Wine from kulbab” begins.
A short zmist describes the wonder, how to do it head hero. Axis Douglas blew the winds - and the lights on the streets went out. The stars were offal, and the victors began to light up. Potim prolunav the order of the lad: "Everybody get up!" And immediately the budinok revived and filled with the smell of pancakes and the noise of numbers, as if she had come to stay. Known people appeared on the streets, occupied with their usual rights. The sun came down, and Douglas chuckled, like a right enchanter. So the summer of 1928 rose unexpectedly. "Vіdmіnnim will be out!" - thinking boy.
Sim'ї Spalding had a sprinkling of traditions. First of them - pick wild grapes. Axis yak pro rozpovida Ray Bradbury.
"Wine from kulbab", a short zmіst for the divisions of what you are reading, it is clear that how great and unique the nature of the Earth is. The lads at once from the father krokuli forward in search of grapes and sunits. Once in a while, a man showed the sins to be special in a superfluous world, for example, on a fence leafing trees, whose peaks go to the sky. And Douglas was given everything, nibi dovkola vіdbuvaetsya schos taєmniche. But when the vines put their hands down in the bush of the vineyard, the charms blossomed. And then the lad mustache, if he is, majestic and unimpressive, he will appear again.
Behind the snidanka, which, having grown up in nature, we are superbly savory, Tom revealed a secret: he has long written down everything that comes with him. Even before that, for example, how many apples win z'їv for your life. Father chuckled less. Doug guesses about it, if he writes about the news of his student, about what they gave the story of Bradbury "Wine from the culbab", a short zmist that is induced in the article.
Gathering grapes, Tom, talking to his brothers about the reduction, like taking winter from the freezer. I raptom vіn having restored my respect that Douglas had already died. With a warrior cry, Tom pounced on the new one, and a little thing began between them. However, she only sighed a fierce whine that Douga began to cry. At that moment, the boy was informed that he was alive! And now I will be deprived of it forever. Axis describes the miraculous camp of the Doug, the author of the novel "Wine from the kulbab" Ray Bredbury. The short zmіst of the episode is as follows: his fingers tremtili, rosy, and if the boy stretched out his hand to the sun, she gave you a bright red ensign. The winds were filled with zіtkhannyam wind, and the light all around began to shimmer with rich farbs. Douglas was given, neither breathed in the cry and saw the half-light. The skin part of the body felt the pounding of the heart, which was at the breasts. The first hero of the kіlka once shouted in an inner voice: I'm alive! Twelve rokіv іsnuvav і only a little bit at a time tse zrozumіv! After some wine with malt, pulling home the full winds, and then brought you more than malt. More hvilin thirty Douglas, with all his own stature, having observed a great light, which nibito affronted his body, designates Bradbury.
Vrantsі dіdus viyshov on ganok i glancing around dovkol. Then we gave the command to the onuks to pick up the golden bags and carry them to the press. The lads immediately took up the right, for the hour had come to prepare the right wine from the kulbab. A short film about the scene continues the theme of chaklunstva. If the spirit sіk escaped from the clay glek, Douglas thought about letting the hemp ferment, then clogging it up at the flask. Even on a cold winter day, a fraction of the sun that summer creates a wonderful miracle. Lіkuvalny balm wіlіkuє vіd whether yakої ailments. Snіg raptom roztane, and the replacement of the new one will appear green grass. And blizzards flutter over it. Navit sky will become black. All the beauty of the summer will be placed in one cell, we will see through it and drink it. Take it out, support Ray Bredbury, - wine from kulbab.
Two years of rites have been completed. On the next step. І axis already Douglas, start enchantment, stand on its own. Vіn pobachiv at the store window canvas tennis shoes. The lungs are still alive, like wine itself. The boy may be awake, like a quick stench to carry Yogo forward. But you can’t explain to the father that the old shoes, even though they look like garni, have long lost their edifice. That's why Doug gets excited. And on the very rozpov_st short zmist.
“Wine from kulbab” (behind the heads you can judge how much guilt we have and we think the head hero) is continued by the description of the lad with the sack of the vzutteva vozmnitsa. Douglas brought to you a sprinkling of silver and coins - everything that was blessed, and told a miracle story about those lucky people can bring shadow shoes, which are sold at his store. Having listened to the guest, Mr. Sanderson wondered: as if he himself didn’t know who! And while Douglas checked the list with instructions (so you could check the quality of the new thing), charming tennis shoes already, it seemed, were carrying Yogo forward.
Scholita for whether you can do your day and night, as you write in your work R. Bradbury. “Wine from kulbab” (short, unfortunately, allows you to know the reader only with the most important episodes) includes a description of the tradition of hanging on the verandah of a goydalka. I’m going to walk around here and respectfully look at the hoops. Let's change our minds, the weather is getting warmer, and we can spend the evening here. І axis, if the goydalka is strengthened, Douglas and I will sit on them and begin to goydatis. Nareshti go out of the wind, drive that my veranda. Then goydalki are coming, light styles and step by step the whole motherland is being picked up. So everything will be summer. Slowly roaming under the treble of horses, visits of the succes and the cries of children that are ringing near the tempest near the verandah.
Leo Aufman is a hero, to whom Ray Bradbury's "Wine of Kulbab" is credited with much respect. A short change in yoga history leads to the offensive. From the hints of Aufman virіshiv blame find the car happiness. Vіnd vіddavav їy uve svіy hour, and after the break, the robots respectfully steered the know. If you are overgrown, exhausted (when you are two days old without leaving the garage), but Leo is pleased with himself, late in the evening he turns up at the blows of a damp booth, Lina’s team, deputy privitan, began to rebuke him for disrespect. Ale, right, famously came later. In the coming night, a man has thrown himself and made his son weep. Z'yasuvalosya, scho lad virіshiv marvel at the car happily. Ale zamіst ochіkuvanoї raveі vіdchuv sincere bіl. The same thing happened to Lina: the man, having changed his mind, went into the car, the first time he left the house with the children for good - the woman herself came to such a decision. On the back Aufman chuv її smіh those words zahoplennya. Ale nevdovzі їkh zminiv crying. The effect of the car, happy viyshov, is not the same, as if you had seen the creator. On the back of the head, a person was rightly transferred to the world of his dreams. Ale then came the knowledge that real life you won't change so easily. And it's too early to get out of the box. Even more povchalna tsya rozpovid.
“Wine from kulbab”, a short story of what you are reading, showing that a happy person is more or less the order of those close to those people who have their own homeland. The notification of which one came to the hero, if his car burned down, and he raptomly chatted with his squad of those children. The stinks were busy with the most obvious rights, but everything in them was right and we live.
The author introduces novels at the rozpovіd kіlka. One of them is history old woman that has long lived on its own. As if she went over the top and wobbled two girls and a boy, who were lying on the freshly cut grass. Tse buli Tom and two daughters of Linya Aufman. Mrs. Bentley treated the children to frost, and between them rose rose. The Simdesadvorichna zhіnka rose up that if she was a little girl. It was like Jane was freaking out, she took everything like a fool. Summer people could not be small - to whom the girl was infatuated and to that Mrs. Bentley called in nonsense.
Bіdolashna zhіnka could not fall asleep the whole night. And the lie again called to the children and showed them a comb, a ring and a photograph - on it she was a child. But Jane did not overdo it, as if the old man chimed in for gifts and went. And Mrs. Bentley did her best to comprehend the podium. Nareshti won a visnovka, that I died a man mauration. Vіn vvazhav, that the hour is rushing forward and the past does not turn back. It is not possible for him to save all his life and apply yoga. Passing the need to let go, like those who can’t lie down anymore. On the first day of the next day, Mrs. Bentley, together with the children, spat savings for old days. And then we stink again, or it’s freezing, and the grandmother was already in the weather, that she could not be small at all. І scho їy zavzhdi was seventy-two fates. So the heroine of Bradbury's story "Wine from a culbab" (short money to bring it up) took life like that. Now that child over there has become good friends.
So the boys called the old Colonel Friley, chained to a wheelchair. If yoga was seen by Douglas, Tom and Charlie, the old one was transported in the distant past and told about the experience. A lot of things I didn’t remember. My memory merged in fragments. Ale, no matter what, the lads heard yogo without collapsing. It seemed to us that the stench would be carried over the hours of the Winter Pivnoch and Pivdnya, or they would watch for it, which is on the stage of the Boston Variety. Tse zanurennya in the past turned to him in good fortune.
Forget the colonel's children to bury the children, and let the Frylei be left on their own. Yogo's friend is far away, and the old one calls you every day to talk. Vin died like that - with a pipe in his hands. For the lads, death has become a great waste. It seemed that at once a whole epoch came from the colonel from his life.
As if mister Tridden called the car in the middle of the block and called the boys. Vіn podomiv їm, scho this year the tram zdіysnyuє its remaining flight, oskolki yogo will be replaced by a bus. I urged the children to ride along with him.
A ride on a tram was respected by the merchants of the town with such an incomprehensible tradition, like everything else, the author of the creation "Wine from a culbab" is appointed. Such a short zmіst tsієї zamіskoї promenade.
Mr. Tridden drove the car to the valley. The tram collapsed on its way, and the children enjoyed the extraneous look of that leisurely ride. A small picnic ruled behind the city, and every hour they chewed delicious sandwiches and trotted about the counselor's advice. And they also noticed the unique smell of the tram and thought about the future. And already at the city of leather from the lads, having stood on the bottom for a long time, first of all, go down from her for the land forever. So from the life of the heroes arose an example of the hour that the ten years were founded.
John Hough was the same age as Douglas. The stinks had been friends for a long time and spent many hours at their sleeping games and long-term thoughts about life. I raptom John said: evening in the future, for the father knows the work in another place. Tsya novelty snarled Doug. How is it possible? Aje, they have right insole in front! They were talking about every kind of nonsense that was given in that hvilina of the most important. І Douglas chanted the hour, translating the arrows to the anniversary. But life has its own rules, and the whole day is still over. This is how the story “Wine from kulbab” continues.
A short zm_st of the rest of the friends of the friends copes with a serious injury. The lads gathered in the evening to sing at the statue. I raptom Douglas himself voslosivsya drive. Behind the rules of the wines, you can guess the bazhanny, like the grave of the maw vikonati. Checking out a good hour, the lad straightened up to his caught friend and punished him: stand like this for three years. Ale needed to go to the station, and John didn’t have to check for a long time. Vin said goodbye quickly. Just pissed back to Douglas, bumping his shoulder, saying: "Pokey!" - i sign. It seemed to the heroes that the sound of John's blood was behind his back. But really, it was a beaten yoga heart. Vіn mustache did not calm down in a moment, but if you zіyshov on ganok, shouting at the temryav in a raptom: “Jone, your enemy! Don't come any more." And already in the house I turned back to That: “Profess that you never came out of my life.” Such a strong shock for the hero was the first separation from a close person.
Intolerance has become the Douglas of this year: it is important to fall ill. It was given to you that the wine would melt. And now the ghosts circled around, born of the experienced that inflamed yaw of the boy. I know Tom strong fear for a brother, like that, if Douglas got into a hole in the grave and the stench of his mother went shukati yogo. It's not surprising, but it was not the doctor who helped the lads, but the old Mr. Jonas. Vіn brought two puffs, reminiscent of the summation of miraculous speeches. But the main ones were those that Mr. Jonas picked them especially for a friend. The inhalation of steam immediately helped Douglas to heal the ailment, viklikan, ymovirno, strong spicy and rozuminnyam that the sickle will end. So the author gives an understanding that often the love and trouble of one's neighbors can be shown to be effective for whatever faces.
On the day when Douglas and Tom drank the olives that were for sale, the stench understood: school was coming soon. Father, summer may be over. Together, from the diduses, who had saved the rest of the living quarters, the stench descended to the basement. The police had wine from kulbab. A short zmіst of three summer months wasted in front of their eyes. The leather dance of the bula was tied with a tie. Here is a dressing room for shadow shoes. Tse car is happy. And there - the tram and the old colonel's message. There were other stories with a lawn mower and a green car, a chaklunka and a Soul-killer, "Madame Taro" and "Bandits and detectives" ... "I will remember the whole thing," - Tom said.
And in the evening, like three months ago, the three of us stood on the veranda again. Now it's cold here, and Grandma's rest days I guessed about hot kava, and not about screaming tea. And at night, Douglas had already risen to his fate, having spent the night on the fourth version of the grandfather's house. Before going to bed, I'm going to sleep until we're done, and stretching out my hands forward. Ale, command now bli zovsіm іnshі: let's get loose, brush your teeth, put out the fire.
Everything was gone. Ale a minute away from memory. And how can I forget, do it down to the basement. There, on the skin dance, the date is written, and I will remember the transfer of the day of summer 1928.
This is how the story “Wine from kulbab” ends. A short summary (reviews of readers confirming) gives an understanding that R. Breber's work is one of the most important and vital in the creativity of a writer.
Ray Bradbury is one of the most famous writers in the world. Yogo books, novels, stories and tales have long been respected by the classics and priceless inscriptions of all people. Read and re-read it, do not do it in any way, for Bradbury's skin book reveals the whole world. Yogo create zdayutsya vіdminnimi and zovsіm not similar one to one. Varto for example, compare such books by Ray Bradbury, like "", "" and "Wine from kulbab", about how to go further. Well, these books are absolutely not similar. “Fahrenheit 451” is an alternative reality, as a symbolism and allegory are combined, “The Martian Chronicles” is a fantasy and a mystical story, “Wine from a kulbab” is realism. Prote all stinks are similar in one thing - having written the genius Ray Bradbury, who poured books in vivid images, allegories, poetic notes, humor and philosophy
"Wine with kulbab"- one of the most famous works of Ray Bradbury. The story was published in 1957. It is important that the story is autobiographical. Bradbury consecrating the chitach in one arc and a lot of summer. Only one summer of childhood, as if forgotten forever, as if remembered forever by you. For rich people who are already happy to read this story, “Wine from kulbab” is one of my favorite books. Tsya razpovid about sleepy summer flooring is realistic, that you will get over it over and over again. A story about a happy child can be blamed on the police by the memory of the skin, who loves good literature.
Diya books come from 1928 roci near the town of Green Town. Green Town є Vigadanim is less than a name. Ray Bradbury describes the city of Waukean in the state of Illinois, de vin proving his childishness. Miska istorii, scho vdbuvayutsya with different residents of Green Town and the main characters - the brothers Douglas and Tom, zavzhd already richer than the yaskrav. Histories inspire embarrassment and make you laugh, allow you to shake off the unturbulence of a child's light perception and inspire concern for the sense of life, which is simple, that unblighted philosophy. The name “Wine with kulbab” is as symbolic for the zmist. Scholita didus Douglas and Tom prepare wine with kulbab. The skin dance of this wine takes a particle of light in it, the skin dance remembers the songs of history and history.
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Wine with kulbab
Walter A. Bradbury, not uncle and cousin, but, after all doubts, seers and friends.
The early morning is quiet, the place, move dark, peacefully sank into a bed. It's summer, and the wind of summer is warmer, breathless, and more rainy. Warto get up less, hang at the end, and at once understand: the axis will be restored, freedom and life will be right, the axis will be, the first wound of summer.
Douglas Spaulding, twelve people's lives, flattening his eyes like a warm river, leaving the day without turbos. Vіn lying at the crypts of the kіmnatzі on the fourth version - in the whole place there was no fresher, - and to the one who vіn shirav so high in the same time with the black wind, miraculous power was born in him. At night, if in the yazi, oaks and maples were angry in one restless sea, Douglas looked around him with a glance that pierced the darkness, my lighthouse. I this year… - Axis is wonderful! - whispering wine. In front of the whole summer, anonymous days - not half a calendar is enough. Vіn is already flailing himself with bagator-arms, like the deity Shiva from books about the road: just pick up the green apples, peaches, blacks, like plums. Do not fight Yogo from the forest, from the bushes, from the river. And it’s like you’ll be cold, stuck in a frozen ice rink, like you’ll merrily lubricate in your grandmother’s kitchen with an infection from a thousand kurchat!
And yet - to the right!
(Once for a week you were allowed to spend the night not in a house on the land, where your father and young brother Tom slept, and here, at the Didovskiy vezh; vіbіgav on the dark gvintovy gatherings to the very top and laying down to sleep in this abode of the enchanter, in the middle of the thunder and see , and the wound, if the milkman has not yet rattled his dances on the streets, he has thrown himself and proceeded to the obligatory chaklunstvo.)
Standing in the dark, they were blowing open air, typing on their chests again and blowing.
The street lights of the mitt went out, we light the candles on the black birthday chandelier. Douglas blew more and more, and the stars began to go out in the sky.
Douglas chuckled. Pointing a finger.
There and there. Now here and axis here.
At the rankovy fog, one by one, straight-cuts pierced - at the booths, fires were lit. Far, far away, on the Svitankovy land, a low number of vicons shone with rapt.
Shut up everyone! Everyone get up! The majestic hut below came to life.
Didusyu, lift your teeth from the bottles! - Douglas checked the troch. - Grandma and great-grandmother, grease the pancakes!
The warm spirit of greased dough was carried through all the corridors, and in the old rooms, numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and sisters, who had come to stay here, trembled.
Vulitsya Starih, roll over! Mrs Helen Loomis, Colonel Friley, Mrs Bentley! Cough, get up, pop your pills, swear! Mister Jonas, hitch up your horse, get the wagon out of the shed, an hour's drive for the old!
On that b_k yar they flattened their dragon-eyed mansions. It’s not uncommon for two women to show up at the electric green car from below and sway in the rankovy streets, vitally waving at the skin of the zustrіch dog.
Mr. Tridden, stay at the tram depot! And in the narrow riverbeds of the avenues of the brooked streets, the trams flowed, roaring around the hot blue sparks.
John Hafu, Charlie Woodman, are you ready? - Douglas whispered to the streets of the Children. - Are you ready? - having drunk wines from baseball balls that were wet on dewy galyavins, from empty musk goydalok, which hung, achingly, from the trees.
Mom, tattoo, Tome, roll over!
The alarm clocks sounded softly. Resoundingly breaking through the anniversary at the next court. Like a string, thrown by a yogo's hand, birds flew from the trees and fell asleep. Conducting his orchestra, Douglas stretched out his hand in command.
And the sun came up.
Douglas crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled like a good enchanter. Otozh, thinking wine: only I punished - and all jumped up, all ran. It will be wonderful!
I finally glanced at the place and clapped it with my fingers. The doors of the booths were opened, people appeared above the door. The summer of 1928 began to rock.
That wound, passing through the meadow, Douglas stumbled upon a cobweb. An invisible thread poked through the yogo chola and indistinctly snapped.
And I looked at the dribnitsa of the wines, alerted: the day will not be like that, like a mustache. Not so much for the one that the days are filled with the same smells, but the whole world can be drawn in by the nose, as if it were repeated: inhale and see, - so explaining to Douglas that yoga of the decimal brother Tom, if you are at the car for a place. And in these days, having said more father, you can feel the skin make-up and the skin shurkhit all the world. The other days are good for relish, and the next - for dotik. And buvayut and so, if є all at once. Axis, for example, today - it smells like that, in one night there, behind the hillocks, the treasury-stars took a majestic orchard, and everything to the very horizon smells like that. In the windows, the smell of wood, and in the sky - ani chmarinki. Togo marvel at what is unknown to the fox, but for the time being it is quiet there ...
Douglas marveled with all his eyes at the pouring of the fields. No, no smell of a garden, no wood, that star would be, if there is no apple tree, no gloom. And who can regot in the lyrics there?
But all the same, - Douglas shuddered, - I have been special all day long.
The car was ringing at the very heart of the quiet fox.
Anu, lads, don't fool around!
(They licked one another with their licks.)
Okay, tattoo.
The lads got out of the car, choked on the blue woolen buckets, stumbled out of empty paths, threw in the smells of the earth, water in the recent timber.
Shukayte bdzhil, - saying the father. - The stench always grows white grapes, like lads white kitchen. Douglas! Douglas was startled.
I’m in the dark again, - saying the father. - Come down to earth, come with us.
Okay, tattoo.
And the stinks wandered in single file along the fox: in front of them was the father, tall and broad-shouldered, Douglas followed him, and the rest was big and short Tom. They climbed onto a low hillock and marveled at the distance. He is there, pointing his finger at the father, there loitering majestic, in a summer quiet wind and invisible, spitting at the green glens, my primary whales.
Douglas looked at that beak, didn’t say anything and fooled himself - father, like I’m going to, always speak in riddles. And yet... Douglas muffled his breath and listened.
Maybe, having thought about wine, I know.
And the axis of the fern is called "Venus hair." - Batko croaked in advance, blue wind rattled in yoga rutsi. - A tse, vіdchuvaєte? - І vіn chopping the earth with the toe of the cherevika. - Millions of rocks were climbed by this humus, autumn leaves fell after autumn, until the earth became so soft.
Wow, I'm walking like an Indian, - said Tom. - Well, it's strange!
Douglas hit the ground, but did not see anything; Vіn listened carefully. Mi otocheni, thinking wine. Become! Ale what? Vin hummed. Get out! Where are you there? What are you? - thoughts shouting vin.
The love writer of children and grown-ups in the whole world - this can be said about R. Bradbury. “Wine from a culbab” (a short summary of the distributions is shown below) tells about the supremacy of Douglas and Tom Spalding, as well as their friends.
Like most of the other books of the writer, “Wine from kulbab” sounds like a cry from the readers of the word “podyaky”. Most of the time, in reviews, they write about the readers’ stories, what the TV was worthy of, more, like heroes, they also happened to spend summer months at the dachas or in the village. With a sign of greatness and tse suffocation with gusto, the sunnitsa fell with relish, and almost fearfully entrusted from a wild rage. For someone important є іnshі help. The deyakі say that for the next hour of reading, you start to get bored at the time of your childishness and renew your joy in the presence of decency to everything that comes to mind. A lot of people robbed brightly-yellow vines from the tickets of the kulbab, and the photographs that captured this moment served as a bribe to the same divination about summer, like a miraculous drink for the heroes.
Let's try to find out, why is the strength of this creation with such a simple name.
Twelve-year-old Doug prokinvshis on the fourth version of the didivskoy vezhі early-cherry wound. Yogo's first thoughts were about those who were ahead - the indefinite number of summer days, the occasions of good fortune and mystery. This is how the story “Wine from kulbab” begins.
A short essay gave a description of chaklunstvo, as if the main hero were doing it. Axis Douglas blew the winds - and the lights on the streets went out. The stars were offal, and the victors began to light up. Potim prolunav the order of the lad: "Everybody get up!" And immediately the budinok revived and filled with the smell of pancakes and the noise of numbers, as if she had come to stay. Known people appeared on the streets, occupied with their usual rights. The sun came down, and Douglas chuckled, like a right enchanter. So the summer of 1928 rose unexpectedly. "Vіdmіnnim will be out!" - thinking boy.
Sim'ї Spalding had a sprinkling of traditions. First of them - pick wild grapes. Axis yak pro rozpovida Ray Bradbury.
"Wine from kulbab", a short zmіst for the divisions of what you are reading, it is clear that how great and unique the nature of the Earth is. The lads at once from the father krokuli forward in search of grapes and sunits. Once in a while, a man showed the sins to be special in a superfluous world, for example, on a fence leafing trees, whose peaks go to the sky. And Douglas was given everything, nibi dovkola vіdbuvaetsya schos taєmniche. But when the vines put their hands down in the bush of the vineyard, the charms blossomed. And then the lad mustache, if he is, majestic and unimpressive, he will appear again.
Behind the snidanka, which, having grown up in nature, we are superbly savory, Tom revealed a secret: he has long written down everything that comes with him. Even before that, for example, how many apples win z'їv for your life. Father chuckled less. Doug guesses about it, if he writes about the news of his student, about what they gave the story of Bradbury "Wine from the culbab", a short zmist that is induced in the article.
Gathering grapes, Tom, talking to his brothers about the reduction, like taking winter from the freezer. I raptom vіn having restored my respect that Douglas had already died. With a warrior cry, Tom pounced on the new one, and a little thing began between them. However, she only sighed a fierce whine that Douga began to cry. At that moment, the boy was informed that he was alive! And now I will be deprived of it forever. Axis describes the miraculous camp of the Doug, the author of the novel "Wine from the kulbab" Ray Bredbury. The short zmіst of the episode is as follows: his fingers tremtili, rosy, and if the boy stretched out his hand to the sun, she gave you a bright red ensign. The winds were filled with zіtkhannyam wind, and the light all around began to shimmer with rich farbs. Douglas was given, neither breathed in the cry and saw the half-light. The skin part of the body felt the pounding of the heart, which was at the breasts. The first hero of the kіlka once shouted in an inner voice: I'm alive! Twelve rokіv іsnuvav і only a little bit at a time tse zrozumіv! After some wine with malt, pulling home the full winds, and then brought you more than malt. More hvilin thirty Douglas, with all his own stature, having observed a great light, which nibito affronted his body, designates Bradbury.
Vrantsі dіdus viyshov on ganok i glancing around dovkol. Then we gave the command to the onuks to pick up the golden bags and carry them to the press. The lads immediately took up the right, for the hour had come to prepare the right wine from the kulbab. A short film about the scene continues the theme of chaklunstva. If the spirit sіk escaped from the clay glek, Douglas thought about letting the hemp ferment, then clogging it up at the flask. Even on a cold winter day, a fraction of the sun that summer creates a wonderful miracle. Lіkuvalny balm wіlіkuє vіd whether yakої ailments. Snіg raptom roztane, and the replacement of the new one will appear green grass. And blizzards flutter over it. Navit sky will become black. All the beauty of the summer will be placed in one cell, we will see through it and drink it. Take it out, support Ray Bredbury, - wine from kulbab.
Two years of rites have been completed. On the next step. І axis already Douglas, start enchantment, stand on its own. Vіn pobachiv at the store window canvas tennis shoes. The lungs are still alive, like wine itself. The boy may be awake, like a quick stench to carry Yogo forward. But you can’t explain to the father that the old shoes, even though they look like garni, have long lost their edifice. That's why Doug gets excited. And on the very rozpov_st short zmist.
“Wine from kulbab” (behind the heads you can judge how much guilt we have and we think the head hero) is continued by the description of the lad with the sack of the vzutteva vozmnitsa. Douglas brought to you a sprinkling of silver and coins - everything that was blessed, and told a miracle story about those lucky people can bring shadow shoes, which are sold at his store. Having listened to the guest, Mr. Sanderson wondered: as if he himself didn’t know who! And while Douglas checked the list with instructions (so you could check the quality of the new thing), charming tennis shoes already, it seemed, were carrying Yogo forward.
Scholita for whether you can do your day and night, as you write in your work R. Bradbury. “Wine from kulbab” (short, unfortunately, allows you to know the reader only with the most important episodes) includes a description of the tradition of hanging on the verandah of a goydalka. I’m going to walk around here and respectfully look at the hoops. Let's change our minds, the weather is getting warmer, and we can spend the evening here. І axis, if the goydalka is strengthened, Douglas and I will sit on them and begin to goydatis. Nareshti go out of the wind, drive that my veranda. Then goydalki are coming, light styles and step by step the whole motherland is being picked up. So everything will be summer. Slowly roaming under the treble of horses, visits of the succes and the cries of children that are ringing near the tempest near the verandah.
Leo Aufman is a hero, to whom Ray Bradbury's "Wine of Kulbab" is credited with much respect. A short change in yoga history leads to the offensive. From the hints of Aufman virіshiv blame find the car happiness. Vіnd vіddavav їy uve svіy hour, and after the break, the robots respectfully steered the know. If you are overgrown, exhausted (when you are two days old without leaving the garage), but Leo is pleased with himself, late in the evening he turns up at the blows of a damp booth, Lina’s team, deputy privitan, began to rebuke him for disrespect. Ale, right, famously came later. In the coming night, a man has thrown himself and made his son weep. Z'yasuvalosya, scho lad virіshiv marvel at the car happily. Ale zam_st ochіkuvanoї joy zaznav spiritual bіl. The same thing happened to Lina: the man, having changed his mind, went into the car, the first time he left the house with the children for good - the woman herself came to such a decision. On the back Aufman chuv її smіh those words zahoplennya. Ale nevdovzі їkh zminiv crying. The effect of the car, happy viyshov, is not the same, as if you had seen the creator. On the back of the head, a person was rightly transferred to the world of his dreams. And then came the realization that real life is not so easy to change. And it's too early to get out of the box. Even more povchalna tsya rozpovid.
“Wine from kulbab”, a short story of what you are reading, showing that a happy person is more or less the order of those close to those people who have their own homeland. The notification of which one came to the hero, if his car burned down, and he raptomly chatted with his squad of those children. The stinks were busy with the most obvious rights, but everything in them was right and we live.
The author introduces novels at the rozpovіd kіlka. One of them is the story of an old woman who has long lived on her own. As if she went over the top and wobbled two girls and a boy, who were lying on the freshly cut grass. Tse buli Tom and two daughters of Linya Aufman. Mrs. Bentley treated the children to frost, and between them rose rose. The Simdesadvorichna zhіnka rose up that if she was a little girl. It was like Jane was freaking out, she took everything like a fool. Summer people could not be small - to whom the girl was infatuated and to that Mrs. Bentley called in nonsense.
Bіdolashna zhіnka could not fall asleep the whole night. And the lie again called to the children and showed them a comb, a ring and a photograph - on it she was a child. But Jane did not overdo it, as if the old man chimed in for gifts and went. And Mrs. Bentley did her best to comprehend the podium. Nareshti won a visnovka, that I died a man mauration. Vіn vvazhav, that the hour is rushing forward and the past does not turn back. It is not possible for him to save all his life and apply yoga. Passing the need to let go, like those who can’t lie down anymore. On the first day of the next day, Mrs. Bentley, together with the children, spat savings for old days. And then we stink again, or it’s freezing, and the grandmother was already in the weather, that she could not be small at all. І scho їy zavzhdi was seventy-two fates. So the heroine of Bradbury's story "Wine from a culbab" (short money to bring it up) took life like that. Now that child over there has become good friends.
So the boys called the old Colonel Friley, chained to a wheelchair. If yoga was seen by Douglas, Tom and Charlie, the old one was transported in the distant past and told about the experience. A lot of things I didn’t remember. My memory merged in fragments. Ale, no matter what, the lads heard yogo without collapsing. It seemed to us that the stench would be carried over the hours of the Winter Pivnoch and Pivdnya, or they would watch for it, which is on the stage of the Boston Variety. Tse zanurennya in the past turned to him in good fortune.
Forget the colonel's children to bury the children, and let the Frylei be left on their own. Yogo's friend is far away, and the old one calls you every day to talk. Vin died like that - with a pipe in his hands. For the lads, death has become a great waste. It seemed that at once a whole epoch came from the colonel from his life.
As if mister Tridden called the car in the middle of the block and called the boys. Vіn podomiv їm, scho this year the tram zdіysnyuє its remaining flight, oskolki yogo will be replaced by a bus. I urged the children to ride along with him.
A ride on a tram was respected by the merchants of the town with such an incomprehensible tradition, like everything else, the author of the creation "Wine from a culbab" is appointed. Such a short zmіst tsієї zamіskoї promenade.
Mr. Tridden drove the car to the valley. The tram collapsed on its way, and the children enjoyed the extraneous look of that leisurely ride. A small picnic ruled behind the city, and every hour they chewed delicious sandwiches and trotted about the counselor's advice. And they also noticed the unique smell of the tram and thought about the future. And already at the city of leather from the lads, having stood on the bottom for a long time, first of all, go down from her for the land forever. So from the life of the heroes arose an example of the hour that the ten years were founded.
John Hough was the same age as Douglas. The stinks had been friends for a long time and spent many hours at their sleeping games and long-term thoughts about life. I raptom John said: evening in the future, for the father knows the work in another place. Tsya novelty snarled Doug. How is it possible? Aje, they have right insole in front! They were talking about every kind of nonsense that was given in that hvilina of the most important. І Douglas chanted the hour, translating the arrows to the anniversary. But life has its own rules, and the whole day is still over. This is how the story “Wine from kulbab” continues.
A short zm_st of the rest of the friends of the friends copes with a serious injury. The lads gathered in the evening to sing at the statue. I raptom Douglas himself voslosivsya drive. Behind the rules of the wines, you can guess the bazhanny, like the grave of the maw vikonati. Checking out a good hour, the lad straightened up to his caught friend and punished him: stand like this for three years. Ale needed to go to the station, and John didn’t have to check for a long time. Vin said goodbye quickly. Just pissed back to Douglas, bumping his shoulder, saying: "Pokey!" - i sign. It seemed to the heroes that the sound of John's blood was behind his back. But really, it was a beaten yoga heart. Vіn mustache did not calm down in a moment, but if you zіyshov on ganok, shouting at the temryav in a raptom: “Jone, your enemy! Don't come any more." And already in the house I turned back to That: “Profess that you never came out of my life.” Such a strong shock for the hero was the first separation from a close person.
Intolerance has become the Douglas of this year: it is important to fall ill. It was given to you that the wine would melt. And now the ghosts circled around, born of the experienced that inflamed yaw of the boy. And again Tom saw a strong fear for his brother, like that, if Douglas got into a hole in the grave and the stink of his mother went shukati yogo. It's not surprising, but it was not the doctor who helped the lads, but the old Mr. Jonas. Vіn brought two puffs, reminiscent of the summation of miraculous speeches. But the main ones were those that Mr. Jonas picked them especially for a friend. The inhalation of steam immediately helped Douglas to heal the ailment, viklikan, ymovirno, strong spicy and rozuminnyam that the sickle will end. So the author gives an understanding that often the love and trouble of one's neighbors can be shown to be effective for whatever faces.
On the day when Douglas and Tom drank the olives that were for sale, the stench understood: school was coming soon. Father, summer may be over. Together, from the diduses, who had saved the rest of the living quarters, the stench descended to the basement. The police had wine from kulbab. A short zmіst of three summer months wasted in front of their eyes. The leather dance of the bula was tied with a tie. Here is a dressing room for shadow shoes. Tse car is happy. And there - the tram and the old colonel's message. There were other stories with a lawn mower and a green car, a chaklunka and a Soul-killer, "Madame Taro" and "Bandits and detectives" ... "I will remember the whole thing," - Tom said.
And in the evening, like three months ago, the three of us stood on the veranda again. Now it was chilly here, and for the rest of the days my grandmother thought about hot kava, and not about crying tea. And at night, Douglas had already risen to his fate, having spent the night on the fourth version of the grandfather's house. Before going to bed, I'm going to sleep until we're done, and stretching out my hands forward. Ale, command now bli zovsіm іnshі: let's get loose, brush your teeth, put out the fire.
Everything was gone. Ale a minute away from memory. And how can I forget, do it down to the basement. There, on the skin dance, the date is written, and I will remember the transfer of the day of summer 1928.
This is how the story “Wine from kulbab” ends. A short summary (reviews of readers confirming) gives an understanding that R. Breber's work is one of the most important and vital in the creativity of a writer.
"Wine from kulbab" - a book, kokhan kіlkom by generations. Written by an American writer in 1957, the story is created to give a summer mood to inspire at the coldest time of rock. Half autobiographical book "Wine with kulbab" Bradbury tells about two boys, Douglas and Tom, who are enjoying the summer season and don't want to get out of here.
Brothers walk in the fields, picking kulbabies, with such a year I will make a wine that is not unique for licorice, like a nibi will become a vlіtka, clog up at the dance. Through the description of simple and practical life tricks in the book "Wine from a culbab" Ray Bradbury put serious philosophical nutrition, with which children stick. Motivation of the svidkoplennostі zhittya, nebazhannya tsіnuvati the moment and the onset of the sum that best rock left behind, permeate the story about separation from summer. Golovnі heroes zustrichayutsya іz sami different people, sacks of a little place, some of them are joking about happiness, some know their own kohannya, some are trying to swindle and swindle a detective story.
Ray Bradbury "Wine from a culbab" - tse story, leaked tell about a happy child. Mustaches, like creations, are shown through the prism of a child's spying. The characters of the book are less likely to begin to know the whole world, gain new knowledge, begin to distinguish between the bad and the good, the good and the evil. For that very reason, you can be a motherfucker and children, and we will grow up. Little people can know their own world, and grown-ups can go to tі mitі, if the stench was so young.
Ray Bradbury "Wine from a kulbab" is a tvir, which can be a bit chaotic, because there is no clearly seen and structured plot. Shvidshe, tse selection of episodes without any details, like giving a more and more warm atmosphere.
When choosing a book to read, make sure you carefully understand how much you can fit in your current mood. I often create value in the fact that I spent wine before you at the right time. For the sake of understanding, we suggest that you familiarize yourself in detail with the clues that our coristuvachi have been deprived of. So you can universally read the book before reading it, and also equalize your hostility with other people
At the center of the plot are Spalding brothers: Douglas (12 years) and Tom (10 years). The story is made up of low stories that were spent in a small place for three years with brothers, relatives, friends, friends, and acquaintances. Behind the plot, I will tell Tom and Douglas to cook wine with kulbab. Douglas often talks about those who can save the same wine in their own current hour, if they drink, if the wine was broken up, if the wine was broken: ". The idea to write "Wine with kulbab" came to Bradbury's head in the mid-1940s. Vіn dedicating wu qiu conceived by his editor and friend Don Kongdon. Kongdon, the idea was worthy, and I sang richly rokіv posplіl delicately pіdshtovhuvav the writer before zdіisnennya conceived. It was always said that the first story of Bradbury would be itself "It is seen from the kulbab", but at that moment the idea of "451 degrees Fahrenheit" seized the mind of the writer, and in 1953 the story was written first. Choose different opinions about Greentown into a single opinion of Bradbury, starting less than 1956. In the middle of that fate, Ray first corrected the story in the editorials, called "Wine from kulbab" after the name of one of the episodes. This book subsequently told the story of a boy named after Douglas Spalding (an allusion to Bradbury himself: Douglas is a friend of his father, and Spalding is a girl's name of his grandmother after his father) from summer 1928 to summer 1929. If the editor is Walter Bradbury The manuscript is twisted, the new vinyl has an idea. Vіn saying to the writer: "Take this book by the ear and pull it in different sides. It will break into two parts. The skin of a friend will be broken, and those who are left out, take their place. ". Bradbury did so. The first book saved the name "Wine from kulbab", and the other one lay until 2005, swaying the light under the name "Summer, goodbye." In order to fill in the clearings, which were lost through the opi- dannya , which were wiped out, Bradbury wrote successful chapters. As a result, there was a story about the lad, who was told about the hour of death. Sob the text is similar to the story, Bradbury removing from the new name the explanation.
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At the center of the plot are Spalding brothers: Douglas (12 years) and Tom (10 years). The story is made up of low stories that were spent in a small place for three years with brothers, relatives, friends, friends, and acquaintances.
Ray practiced his swedishness, which was especially important, he didn’t like shards of wine, if they pressed him. From the cob of the 50s of the 50s of the vins, having put together a compilation of the іllіnoy opovіdans, yakі vins spodіvsya as if they were turning into a story. Rey vindicated this idea for a long time, from the mid-forties, if he shared it with Don Congdon, also the editor of Simon & Schuster. Congdon's thoughts fell to the soul, and stretching out a few years of wine softly pidshtovhuvav Bredbury until її zdіysnennya. It was said that the first great work of Bradbury will be a book about Illinois. And then a small book called "Fahrenheit 451," so to speak, blew Ray's eyes open and burst into the front row.
1st Axis, 1956 The work on the Illinois book began to rock. Walter Bradbury inspired Rhea to write in choli for the day and for the day, and in this way the book was written without a hitch. Walter, at the same time, didn’t impress Ray, he just wanted to give an insight into the future book’s curiosity. Ray sings his editor, scho zrobit mustache mozhliva; correctly, but correctly, the robot over the book reached the end of the day.
Vin, having written one more essay “The Last, the very Last”, published in the “Reporter” in black 1955 (after, in the selection “Classical opportunism. Part 1” was renamed to “Machine to the hour”) ("The Time Machine") No one was talking about the summer veteran of the Gromadyansk war, Colonel Frelei, who, having saved from his own mind about the famous enchanters of the colossal, big herds of biks on the wild plains of 1875, the smell of gunpowder, povitrі-ran, Shiloh and Entiteme. There was nothing kazkovo for whomever was told, Ray wrote about the right, the right car for an hour - the old one, which is alive, hundreds of times opining on the borders of death, and yet I got to the summer of 1928, to spread the good fortune on the road in the image of the old man sang from the childish Bradbury about the veterans of the massacre war, who march in the parades in Wokigan, the yogi himself, now already grown up, looking back at himself in childhood; my smut, “the clock machine”, stunned by him in the Italian villa, in the front of Florence - 88-year-old Bernard Berenson, an American historian of art and art criticism, who was respected by the greatest authority in the United States in Galusian Renaissance painting.
As always, in the Illinois explanations, Ray wrote about charms. However, for the first time, nothing happened, neither with space rockets, nor with clowns. Chari, who were in the story, were magically helped. Rey recalled the summer of 1928: those, like stench with a grandfather, were sitting on the gank; like a child at day-night, zalyuvav his pipe, and the lad in brand new shady shoes, listening to the sound of the first lawn mowing season. And, of course, family sounds like making wine from kulbab at the peak of the “dry law”. The skin portion of the sleepy elixir was corked up in a bowl of ketchup, secured with a label from the appointed date, and tidied up for the time being. There, the wine was a check of a distant winter day, if you get away, you will feel the relish of summer on your lips again. That was one of Ray Bradbury's favorite metaphors: save yourself in the future, check the moment when you see it.
Through a few years of episodic work on roses about the summer of 1928, Ray knew for a short time that the book was completed. Until the end of 1956, the fate of Vіdіslav to its editor zmіst, scho pererakhovuє іstorії, yakі povinnі bіyt іn іlіnojsku pіvіst іn opіdannya, now іn officially titled "Wine z kulbab", naming one z opіdan. Maizhe completed the book of the life of young Douglas Spalding (a visionary attack on young Ray Bradbury: Douglas is his friend, Spaulding is a girl’s name for a grandmother after a father) from summer 1928 to summer 1929.
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Vaclav Hlumiv
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Translate Bradbury - on the right, it is not edible. Those who know English will always clatter with dislike. It is necessary to be Oleksiyom Tolsty, to take up the qiu on the right. I take such a sweet-sounding original and virtuoso warehouse, like in Bradbury, I learned less from O. M. Tolstoy. Some of the words that are written by an American science fiction writer are not poetic in the American way, especially if I talk about this kind of childishness. The book "Wine from kulbab" - tell me about a small place, a kind of mosaic of children's fights about different minds, which are karbuvalis in memory, it is colored by impersonal bright characters, ideas and thoughts. Here you do not need to read carefully, whistling pearls, - Bradbury's books are diamanti by themselves. Reach out to them with your soul - and the stench will not stop warming and warming your heart with a turbo.
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Oleksandra Shalaginova
My acquaintance with Bradbury began with the "Dark Carnival", which, by the will of my share, I began and could no longer finish. A few hours later, “Wine with Kulbab” drank my hand, and for the first time nothing made me get to know enough about it, what kind of American science fiction writer is he.
Well, "Wine from kulbab" is often recommended before reading a vletka, even though the book itself is about those. Summer is shown here from the side of two cottons, summer - as especially. The main storyline (as mothers call it so) is interspersed with interspersed stories. The axis of mi vіdkrivaєmo for myself to bring life together with Tom and Douglas, and the axis of mi already on the same place with the old Helena or Leo Aufman, who is trying to find a car for happiness.
The author's warehouse is childishly naїvniy, but the naїvnіst vіdіznyaєtsya vіd єїї, which is taman Foer, for example. Bradbury's ingenuity is flat to the point of dissimilarity. They called until the next reading, I start thinking, what for tse varto was taken earlier, fates here at 16, in order with Selinger and Lou, because the book does not chіplyaє, not choplyuє, not overwhelmed in sum'yatti.
"Wine from kulbab" - tse, obviously, even more glorious tver with its own special song, but only for those who did not see for themselves the wisdom of life described earlier.
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