Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. 1st World Library-Literary Society is a non-profit educational organization. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above…mehr
Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. 1st World Library-Literary Society is a non-profit educational organization. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said Bother!' and O blow!' and also Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Kenneth Grahame, born in Edinburgh in 1859, faced early hardship after his mother's death and his father's struggles. Raised by his grandmother in England, he found solace in nature, often boating along the Thames with his siblings, which later inspired his writing. His early life was marked by these idyllic scenes, shaping the gentle yet adventurous tone seen in The Wind in the Willows.Grahame initially pursued a banking career, joining the Bank of England at a young age, where he excelled despite not achieving his dream of attending university. Writing in his spare time, he published works that captured the nostalgia of childhood, leading to literary recognition. His success allowed him to retire early, dedicating more time to his passion for storytelling.In 1908, Grahame published The Wind in the Willows, a story born from bedtime tales for his son, Alastair. The book's charm and unique characters resonated deeply, cementing his legacy in children's literature. Grahame spent his later years in relative seclusion, celebrated for his contribution to a genre that continues to enchant readers worldwide.
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