How the rhinoceros got his skin

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HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN

Once upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee. He had a hat which shone in the sun like the sun itself. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove.

One day he took flour and water and raisins and plums and sugar and some other things, and made himself a cake which was two feet across and three feet thick. He put it on the cooking-stove and he baked it and he baked it till it was all brown and smelt wonderful. But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and no manners.

In those days the Rhinoceros’s skin fitted him quite tight. There were no folds in it anywhere. He looked exactly like a toy Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners.

He said «How!» and the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm-tree with nothing on but his hat, which shone in the sun like the sun itself. And the Rhinoceros upset the cooking-stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he put that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away waving his tail.

Then the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the cooking-stove on its legs and sang the following song, which I will now sing to you:

He who takes cakes

That the Parsee-man bakes

Makes dreadful mistakes.

And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.

Five weeks later, it was very hot on the shores of the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder when he came down to the sea to bathe. In those days the Rhinoceros’s skin buttoned underneath with three buttons. He said nothing about the Parsee’s cake because he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners. He went straight into the sea and he left his skin on the shore.

Soon the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled. Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs. The Parsee never ate anything but cake and he had plenty of crumbs in his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin, and filled it with old, hard, tickly cake-crumbs and some dry raisins. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited till the Rhinoceros came out of the water and put his skin on.

The Rhinoceros did so. He buttoned his skin up with the three buttons and it tickled like cake-crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but the cake-crumbs tickled him worse; and then he lay down on the sand and rolled and rolled and rolled and the cake-crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse.

Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn’t help him. The cake-crumbs were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed, and he scratched all the time. And from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, because he has the cake-crumbs inside.

But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, and the hat shone in the sun like the sun itself; and he took his cooking-stove, and went away from that uninhabited island.

A. Answer the questions.

С. Fill in the words:

cake-crumbs, manners, raisins, folds, cooking stove, flour, temper, shore, horn, tight, uninhabited, straight, underneath, scratch, bathe, rolled, buttoned, filled, rubbed, upset

D. Learn the words of exercise С for the dictation.

E. Answer the questions.

F. Write down adjectives to characterize the protagonist and the antagonist.

G. Retell the story.

H. Tell the story from the point of view of:

How the rhinoceros got his skin

NCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he took flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick. It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that’s magic), and he put it on the stove because he was allowed to cook on that stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental. But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and few manners. In those days the Rhinoceros’s skin fitted him quite tight. There were no wrinkles in it anywhere. He looked exactly like a Noah’s Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners. He said, ‘How!’ and the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Rhinoceros upset the oil-stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of Mazanderan, Socotra, and the Promontories of the Larger Equinox. Then the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the stove on its legs and recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate:—

Them that takes cakes
Which the Parsee-man bakes
Makes dreadful mistakes.

THIS is the picture of the Parsee beginning to eat his cake on the Uninhabited Island in the Red Sea on a very hot day; and of the Rhinoceros coming down from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior, which, as you can truthfully see, is all rocky. The Rhinoceros’s skin is quite smooth, and the three buttons that button it up are underneath, so you can’t see them. The squiggly things on the Parsee’s hat are the rays of the sun reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, because if I had drawn real rays they would have filled up all the picture. The cake has currants in it; and the wheel-thing lying on the sand in front belonged to one of Pharaoh’s chariots when he tried to cross the Red Sea. The Parsee found it, and kept it to play with. The Parsee’s name was Pestonjee Bomonjee, and the Rhinoceros was called Strorks, because he breathed through his mouth instead of his nose. I wouldn’t ask anything about the cooking-stove if I were you.

And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.

Because, five weeks later, there was a heat wave in the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe. In those days it buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof. He said nothing whatever about the Parsee’s cake, because he had eaten it all; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward. He waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose, leaving his skin on the beach.

Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one smile that ran all round his face two times. Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could possibly hold. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.

THIS is the Parsee Pestonjee Bomonjee sitting in his palm-tree and watching the Rhinoceros Strorks bathing near the beach of the Altogether Uninhabited Island after Strorks had taken off his skin. The Parsee has put the cake-crumbs into the skin, and he is smiling to think how they will tickle Strorks when Strorks puts it on again. The skin is just under the rocks below the palm-tree in a cool place; that is why you can’t see it. The Parsee is wearing a new more-than-oriental-splendour hat of the sort that Parsees wear; and he has a knife in his hand to cut his name on palm-trees. The black things on the islands out at sea are bits of ships that got wrecked going down the Red Sea; but all the passengers were saved and went home. The black thing in the water close to the shore is not a wreck at all. It is Strorks the Rhinoceros bathing without his skin. He was just as black underneath his skin as he was outside. I wouldn’t ask anything about the cooking-stove if I were you.

And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn’t make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake-crumbs inside.

But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, from which the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, packed up his cooking-stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo, Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.

THIS Uninhabited Island
&nbsp &nbsp Is off Cape Gardafui,
By the Beaches of Socotra
&nbsp &nbsp And the Pink Arabian Sea:
But it’s hot—too hot from Suez
&nbsp &nbsp For the likes of you and me
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Ever to go
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp In a P. and O.
And call on the Cake-Parsee!

How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin

Read by Richard Scott.

HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN

ONCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he took flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick. It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that’s magic), and he put it on stove because he was allowed to cook on the stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental. But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and few manners. In those days the Rhinoceros’s skin fitted him quite tight. There were no wrinkles in it anywhere. He looked exactly like a Noah’s Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners. He said, ‘How!’ and the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Rhinoceros upset the oil-stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of Mazanderan, Socotra, and Promontories of the Larger Equinox. Then the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the stove on its legs and recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate:—

Them that takes cakes

Which the Parsee-man bakes

Makes dreadful mistakes.

And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.

Because, five weeks later, there was a heat wave in the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe. In those days it buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof. He said nothing whatever about the Parsee’s cake, because he had eaten it all; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward. He waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose, leaving his skin on the beach.

Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one smile that ran all round his face two times. Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could possibly hold. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.

And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn’t make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake-crumbs inside.

But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, from which the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, packed up his cooking-stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo, Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.

THIS Uninhabited Island
Is off Cape Gardafui,
By the Beaches of Socotra
And the Pink Arabian Sea:
But it’s hot—too hot from Suez
For the likes of you and me
Ever to go
In a P. and O.

Just So Stories/How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin

How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin

HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN

Them that takes cakes
Which the Parsee-man bakes
Makes dreadful mistakes.

And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.

Because, five weeks later, there was a heat-wave in the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his hat: but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe. In those days it buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof. He said nothing whatever about the Parsee’s cake, because he had eaten it all; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward. He waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose, leaving his skin on the beach.

Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one smile that ran all round his face two times. Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands. ​

This is the picture of the Parsee beginning to eat his cake on the Uninhabited Island in the Red Sea on a very hot day; and of the Rhinoceros coming down from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior, which, as you can truthfully see, is all rocky. The Rhinoceros’s skin is quite smooth, and the three buttons that button it up are underneath, so you can’t see them. The squiggly things on the Parsee’s hat are the rays of the sun reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, because if I had drawn real rays they would have filled up all the picture. The cake has currants in it; and the wheel-thing lying on the sand in front belonged to one of Pharaoh’s chariots when he tried to cross the Red Sea. The Parsee found it, and kept it to play with. The Parsee’s name was Pestonjee Bomonjee, and the Rhinoceros was called Strorks, because he breathed through his mouth instead of his nose. I wouldn’t ask anything about the cooking-stove if I were you.

​ Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could possibly hold. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.

And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake-crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn’t make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They were inside his skin ​

This is the Parsee Pestonjee Bomonjee sitting in his palm tree and watching the Rhinoceros Strorks bathing near the beach of the Altogether Uninhabited Island after Strorks had taken off his skin. The Parsee has put the cakecrumbs into the skin, and he is smiling to think how they will tickle Strorks when Strorks puts it on again. The skin is just under the rocks below the calm-tree in a cool place; that is why you can’t see it. The Parsee is wearing a new more-than-oriental-splendour hat of the sort that Parsees wear; and he has a knife in his hand to cut his name on palm trees. The black things on the islands out at sea are bits of ships that got wrecked going down the Red Sea; but all the passengers were saved and went home.

The black thing in the water close to the shore is not a wreck at all. It is Strorks the Rhinoceros bathing without his skin.. He was just as black underneath his skin as he was outside. I wouldn’t ask anything about the cooking-stove if I were you.

​ and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake-crumbs inside.

But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, from which the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, packed up his cooking-stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo, Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.

This Uninhabited Island
⁠ Is off Cape Gardafui.
By the Beaches of Socotra
⁠ And the Pink Arabian Sea:
But it’s hot too hot from Suez
⁠ For the likes of you and me
⁠ ⁠ Ever to go
⁠ ⁠ In a P. and O.
And call on the Cake-Parsee!

Как носорог получил свою кожу (Киплинг; Хавкина)

Парс испугался, бросил пирог и полез на верхушку пальмы со своей шляпой, от которой лучи солнца отражались с чисто сказочным великолепием. Носорог перевернул жаровню, и пирог покатился на землю. Он поднял его своим рогом, скушал и, помахивая хвостом, ушел в свои дебри, примыкающие к островам Мазендеран и Сокотора. Тогда парс слез с пальмы, подобрал жаровню и произнес двустишие, которого вы, конечно, никогда не слыхали, а потому я вам его скажу:

Припомнит тот, кто взял пирог,
Который парс себе испек!

В этих словах заключалось гораздо больше смысла, чем вы полагаете.

Через пять недель у берегов Красного моря началась страшная жара. Люди поснимали одежду, какая на них была. Парс снял свою шляпу, а носорог снял свою кожу и понес ее на плече, отправляясь купаться в море. В те времена она у него застегивалась внизу на три пуговицы, как дождевой плащ. Проходя мимо парса, он даже не вспомнил о пироге, который стащил у него и съел. Он оставил кожу на берегу, а сам бросился в воду, выдувая носом пузыри.

Парс увидел, что кожа носорога лежит на берегу, и засмеялся от радости. Он три раза проплясал вокруг нее, потирая руки. Затем он вернулся на свой бивуак и наполнил шляпу до краев крошками пирога — парсы едят только пироги и никогда не подметают своего жилья. Он взял кожу носорога, хорошенько встряхнул ее и насыпал в нее, сколько мог, сухих колючих крошек и пережженных коринок. Затем он взобрался на вершину пальмы и принялся ждать, когда носорог вылезет из воды и станет надевать кожу.

Впрочем, пятно в воде около берега вовсе не обломок корабля, а носорог Строркс, купающийся без кожи. Под кожей он оказался таким же черным, как и сверху.

На вашем месте я все-таки не стал бы спрашивать, где жаровня.

Что касается парса, то он слез со своей пальмы, надел шляпу, от ко горой лучи солнца отражались с чисто сказочным великолепием, взял под мышку свою жаровню и пошел куда глаза глядят.