maxims of Baloo
that's strange, when I was in the distant childhood reading Russian translation of "Jungle Book", there seems to be no poetry. In the original, each book begins a poem. This is such a very Good - do not know anyone on the existence of the Russian translation? I would like to compare, quick search on Google found nothing:
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride -
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.
If ye find that the Bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
Ye need not stop work to inform us; we knew it ten seasons before.
Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother.
"There is none like to me!" says the Cub
in the pride of his earliest kill;
But the Jungle is large
and the Cub - he is small.
Let him think and be still.
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