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Автор Bond Michael

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First published in Great Britain

by William Collins Sons and Co. Ltd. in 1962

This edition first published by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 1998 This edition published in 2018

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Text copyright © Michael Bond 1962

Illustrations copyright © Peggy Fortnum

and William Collins Sons and Co. Ltd. 1962

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Cover illustration adapted and coloured by Mark Burgess from the original by Peggy Fortnum

Source ISBN: 9780006753636

EPub Edition © JANUARY 2012 ISBN: 9780007461486

Version: 2018-05-23

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“I know I keep on saying it,” exclaimed Mrs Brown, as she placed an extremely large vegetable marrow on the kitchen scales, “but I’m sure Paddington must have been born with green paws. Have you seen this one? He’s beaten his best by over half a pound. ”

“Hmm,” said Mrs Bird. “Well, I’ll grant you one thing, green paws are better than idle ones and at least gardening keeps him busy. We haven’t had an upset for weeks now. ”

The Browns’ housekeeper hastily touched wood as her eyes followed the progress of a small brown figure clad in a shapeless hat and an equally disreputable-looking duffle coat as it made its way down the garden path before disappearing into a potting shed behind the raspberry canes.

Mrs Bird was never very happy about any of Paddington’s activities which took him out of her sight for too long a time, and Paddington’s interest in gardening had lasted much too long for her peace of mind.

All the same, even Mrs Bird had to admit that for some time past things had been remarkably peaceful at number thirty-two Windsor Gardens.