Aunt Erin’s Fisherman’s Cottage. Двухъязычная книга English / Russia - Ekaterina Skar

Aunt Erin’s Fisherman’s Cottage. Двухъязычная книга English / Russia

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Эта прекрасная история, погружающая в мир дружбы, заботы и семейных ценностей, показывает, как даже самые маленькие поступки способны оказывать значительное влияние на жизнь других. Это теплое и душевное повествование предназначено для детей в возрасте от 6 до 12 лет и для всей семьи, вдохновляя ценить заботу о близких и находить радость в простых моментах повседневной жизни.

На таинственном острове Мэн, где ветры шепчут свои секреты и морские туманы скрывают удивительные истории, проживает мудрая старушка Эрин вместе со своей верной овечкой Нолли. Их дни полны приключений и доброты, а вместе они учат нас важным жизненным урокам о любви и щедрости.

Эта книга, двуязычная: на английском и русском языках, позволяет читателям погрузиться в мир волшебных историй, развивая языковые навыки и расширяя кругозор. Ранее текст был опубликован под названием «Рыбацкий домик тётушки Эрин» автором Екатериной Скар и оставил яркий след в сердцах читателей. Погрузитесь в этот трогательный рассказ, и пусть он станет для вас источником вдохновения и радости!

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Иллюстратор Ekaterina Skar


© Ekaterina Skar, 2025

© Ekaterina Skar, иллюстрации, 2025


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Aunt Erin’s Fisherman’s Cottage

«The truest miracle is a heart that is ready to care for others.»


On the Distant Isle of Man

On the distant Isle of Man, belonging to the cold, grey reaches of Ireland, on the very top of a wind-lashed hill, stood Aunt Erin’s little fisherman’s cottage. Its roof was thatched; here and there strawe ends poked through, and the walls, carved by time and storms, had been patched in places with boards. Cold gusts would slip through the cracks, toy with the curtains and sigh. Inside, the cottage was simple and warm. The wooden floorboards creaked underfoot; the hearth had not been lit for some time, but the scent of spun yarn and wool lent the room a homely comfort. At the foot of Erin’s bed, her little sheep Nolli always slept. The old woman often smiled when she looked at her, for the sheep had become more than a pet – she was a true friend and a member of the family.



Once her hair had been a fiery chestnut, but age had silvered it, and sometimes when she stood before a mirror she scarcely recognised her reflection – it seemed as if a dusting of snow had fallen into her hair. She would shake her head, as if to brush the flakes away, hoping for a glimpse of the old chestnut, but her hair flowed instead like a silver waterfall; not a single strand caught the light with a red gleam.

Her eyes, which had once shone with mischievous sparks, had grown dim and could see poorly. Her hands, once strong and deft, trembled more often. Her legs were worse still – sometimes they refused to lift her from the bed. But more than anything Erin fretted for the fate of her only companion, the sheep Nolli. If anything were to happen to her, who would care for Nolli? And if Nolli set off to seek her, wolves might take her.

Aunt Erin had no children and no close kin; she lived alone in the house left by her fisherman father, who had long since passed. All her life Erin had worked with yarn – knitting socks, shawls, hats and mittens which she would now and then take to the town to sell. Were it not for Nolli, she would have had neither wool nor an evening companion by the fire – Nolli lived with her like kin and slept at the foot of her bed.

But old age crept closer each day, and Erin feared that one day Nolli might be left alone. At last she decided to go to the village and find someone kind who could look after the sheep. But who could that be? Apart from the shopkeeper who bought her knitted goods for mere pennies, she knew nobody. And the shopkeeper was a mean man; if she brought Nolli to him, he might well roast and eat her.


Rose

All night Aunt Erin lay awake, thinking how to find a kind person for her sheep. In the morning she went into the village and bought a basketful of little toy clappers and a single beautiful rose. Stepping into the market square, she looked about and saw a girl playing in the street.



«What a gentle, sweet little thing,» thought Erin. «Surely such a child would never hurt Nolli; perhaps they would play on the meadow for hours.»

Erin approached the girl and said, «Hello, little one. You are so pretty and clever; I would like to give you a gift, but you must choose which you want.»