“If only,” he thought (если бы только, — думал он), as he looked out of the window (выглядывая из окна), “I had been in Pooh's house, or Christopher Robin's house, or Rabbit's house (я был бы в доме у Пуха или у Кристофера Робина, или Кролика) when it began to rain (когда начался дождь), then I should have had Company all this time (то у меня бы все это время была Компания), instead of being here all alone (вместо того, чтобы быть здесь совершенно одиноким / в полном одиночестве), with nothing to do except wonder when it will stop (/и при этом мне/ нечего делать, кроме как спрашивать себя, когда закончится /дождь/).” And he imagined himself with Pooh (и он представил себя с Пухом), saying, “Did you ever see such rain, Pooh (/и как он/ говорил: ты когда-нибудь видел такой дождь, Пух)?” and Pooh saying, “Isn't it awful, Piglet (а Пух говорил: разве это не ужасно, Пятачок)?” and Piglet saying, “I wonder how it is over Christopher Robin's way (а Пятачок говорил: интересно, как там за дорогой к Кристоферу Робину),” and Pooh saying, “I should think poor old Rabbit is about flooded out by this time (а Пух говорил: я полагаю, что к этому времени бедного старого Кролика почти затопило; to flood out — заливать, затоплять).” It would have been jolly to talk like this (было бы приятно разговаривать вот так), and really, it wasn't much good having anything exciting like floods (и действительно, не было большого толка от таких волнующих событий, как наводнения), if you couldn't share them with somebody (если ты не мог разделить их с кем-то).
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IT rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old — three, was it, or four? — never had he seen so much rain. Days and days and days.
“If only,” he thought, as he looked out of the window, “I had been in Pooh's house, or Christopher Robin's house, or Rabbit's house when it began to rain, then I should have had Company all this time, instead of being here all alone, with nothing to do except wonder when it will stop.” And he imagined himself with Pooh, saying, “Did you ever see such rain, Pooh?” and Pooh saying, “Isn't it awful, Piglet?” and Piglet saying, “I wonder how it is over Christopher Robin's way,” and Pooh saying, “I should think poor old Rabbit is about flooded out by this time.” It would have been jolly to talk like this, and really, it wasn't much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn't share them with somebody.
