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The Bear and the Moon is a picture book that follows what happens when the gift of a balloon floats into Bear's life.
The two companions embark on a journey-a magical tale that encompasses the joys of friendship and discovery.
This is a gentle book filled with humor, while tackling complex topics like the transcendence of loss and forgiveness.
* Filled with emotive text and radiant illustrations
* Simply told and profoundly felt
* Award winning author-illustrator team
The Bear and the Moon is a compassionate tale that honors the small but profound world of the very young.
This sweet book teaches social and emotional skills to kids, and offers a clever way to soothe some of our most difficult feelings: loss and guilt.
* Just as ideal for gently soothing young readers to sleep as it is for encouraging a contemplative break from an energetic day
* Great for parents, grandparents, and caregivers looking for a beautiful friendship or bedtime story
* Resonates year-round as a go-to gift for birthdays, holidays, and more
* Perfect for children ages 3 to 5 years old
* Add it to the shelf with books like Waiting by Kevin Henkes, Emily's Balloon by Komako Sakai, and Stellaluna by Janell Cannon.
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In the author's and illustrator's expert hands, readers are sure to feel lighter than air and ready for bed. The dreamy spread in which the bear receives his message from the moon is worth a mention all on its own, charming and cheerful as the rest of the book may be, as are velvety lavender endpapers featuring the balloon and the moon.
[The Bear and the Moon i]s delightful as a balloon-but with more weight.-Kirkus Reviews, starred review
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About Matthew Burgess
Matthew Burgess is an assistant professor at Brooklyn College and a poet-in-residence in NYC schools through Teachers & Writers Collaborative. His award-winning first children's book, Enormous Smallness: A Story of E. E. Cummings, was a Junior Library Guild selection and an ALA Notable Children's Book. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Catia Chien was born and raised in Sao Paulo, Brazil, and now works in New York, with a view of the East River and an old pencil factory. Her children's book titles include an Ezra Jack Keats Honor winner, Things to Do, and an ALA Schneider Family Book award winner, A Boy and a Jaguar.
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THE BEAR AND THE MOON
by Matthew Burgess illustrated by Cátia Chien ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 29, 2020
A playful bear makes an ephemeral friend.
An expressive little black bear befriends something “red as a berry / and round like the moon / with a long silver string” in this sweet story. The bear has large ears, a white nose, and tottering, toddler-ish proportions sure to charm, and his buoyant companion somehow manages to “smile back at him like a friend” through vibrancy alone.
The straightforward writing floats through Chien’s soft-textured, multimedia illustrations with heartwarming ease as the pair dance, find honey, and roll down a hill in glowing, abstract landscapes. When the inevitable occurs, as any little one enamored with something as squishable and huggable as a balloon will learn, the bear’s sorrow overcomes him. “Bad bear, / he thought. / Bad, bad bear. // Night fell, / but the bear / skipped his dinner.” The little bear sinks into deep blue spreads, but his grief melts even the heart of the moon, and with a little celestial reassurance, the bear comes to value his good memories, giving the book a satisfying amount of substance. In the author’s and illustrator’s expert hands, readers are sure to feel lighter than air and ready for bed. The dreamy spread in which the bear receives his message from the moon is worth a mention all on its own, charming and cheerful as the rest of the book may be, as are velvety lavender endpapers featuring the balloon and the moon.
As delightful as a balloon—but with more weight. (Picture book. 2-5)
- 8
Pub Date: Sept. 29, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-4521-7191-3
Page Count: 52
Publisher: Chronicle Books
Review Posted Online: Sept. 23, 2020
Categories: CHILDREN'S ANIMALS | CHILDREN'S SOCIAL THEMES
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Toptygin and the moon - Chukovsky.
The full text of the poem is Toptygin and the Moon Literature
Poems Catalog
Chukovsky roots - poems
Chukovsky roots
Toptygin and Moon
Bear
on the Moon
Fleet:
“Like a bird, I have it offed there! »
Bear cubs behind him:
"Let's fly!
Let's fly away!
To the moon, to the moon, to the moon!” Two wings, two wings
Im a crow
Dala, -
Two wings
From a large eagle.
A four wings
Im an owl
Brought -
Sparrow's four wings. But can't
Fly
Clubfoot
Bear,
He can't,
Can't take off.
He stands
Under the moon
In a clearing
Forest, -
Clubfoot
And stupid
Bear.
And from the moon like honey
Flows into the meadow,
Golden
Spills
Honey. "Ah, on the sweet moon
I will have fun
And flutter and frolic,
and sing!
Oh, if only sooner
To the moon to mine,
To the honey moon
Fly!" First with one, then the other he will wave his paw -
And just about fly away into the sky.
With one wing, then with another he moves his wing
And looks and looks at the moon. And below
Under a pine tree,
In a clearing
Forest,
Bristling,
The wolves are sitting:
"Oh, you crazy bear,
Don't chase by the moon,
Turn back, clubfoot, back!”
Child
Poems by Korney Chukovsky - For children
Other poems by this author
Fly-Tsokotuha
Fly, Fly - Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
On animals
Moidodyr
blanket
Failed,
for children
Tarakanische
Part
On Animals
Aibolit
Good Doctor Aibolit!
He is sitting under a tree.
For children
Telephone
My phone rang.
Who is speaking?
On animals
Fedorino grief
1
Galls a sieve in fields,
for children
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Lunar Bear. A Japanese fairy tale in literary processing » Perunitsa
A young woman lived in a forest filled with the scent of pine. Her husband fought for many years, and when, finally, his term of service came out, he returned home in a terrible mood.
He refused to enter the house because he was used to sleeping on rocks. He did not talk to anyone, and spent the day and night in the forest.
Upon learning that her husband was returning, the young wife became worried and busy. She bought food, prepared treats: delicious white bean curd, three types of fish, three types of seaweed, rice sprinkled with red pepper, large orange shrimp.
Smiling timidly, she carried the food into the forest, knelt before her war-weary husband and offered him the treat she had prepared for him. But he jumped up and started kicking plates and bowls with his feet, so that the bean curd crumbled, the fish flew into the air, seaweed and rice fell into the mud, and large orange shrimp rolled down the path.
- Get off me! he yelled and turned his back on her. He was so furious that the woman was frightened. This was repeated again and again, until, in the end, the young wife, in desperation, went to the cave of the healer, who lived on the outskirts of the village.
“My husband came back from the war not himself,” said the woman. He is constantly angry and does not eat anything. He does not come into the house and does not live with me, as before. Do you have any potion to make him a gentle and loving husband?
“I can make it,” the healer promised, “only it needs a special ingredient. Unfortunately, I ran out of moon bear fur. So you'll have to climb a mountain, find a black bear, and bring me a hair from the white mark in the shape of a crescent moon that he has on his neck. Then I will give you a drug, and everything will work out for you.
Some women would be intimidated by such a task. Some would consider it impossible. But not this one, because she loved her husband.
"Thank you very much," she said. What a joy it is to know that there is a way out!
The woman got ready for the journey and the next morning went to the mountain. She walked and sang: Arigato zaisho ! - This is how they greet the mountain, saying to it: " Thank you for letting me climb your body! "
She passed the foot of the mountain, covered with boulders the size of a large loaf of bread, rose to a plateau overgrown with forest.
The trees had long weeping branches and the leaves looked like stars.
– Arigato zaisho ! the woman sang. This is how the trees give thanks for lifting up their braids so that they can pass through. She made her way through the forest and began to climb higher.
Now it is more difficult to walk. Thorns grew on the mountain, which clung to the hem of the kimono, and stones scratched her delicate hands. When dusk fell, unfamiliar dark birds flew in and frightened the woman. She realized that these were muen-botoke, the spirits of the dead who had no relatives, and sang a prayer to them: "I will be your relative, I will help you rest in peace" .
The woman climbed higher and higher because love helped her. So she climbed until she saw snow on the mountain peaks. Soon her feet became wet and cold, but she rose higher and higher, because love helped her. A storm began, the snow blinded my eyes, hammered into my ears. Seeing nothing in front of her, she climbed higher and higher.
And when the snow stopped, the woman sang: Arigato zaisho ! - thanks to the wind for the fact that he stopped blinding her eyes.
She spent the night in a small cave, into which she crawled with difficulty. Although she had food with her, she did not eat, but buried herself in the leaves and fell asleep. The morning was calm, green shoots peeped out from under the snow in some places. "Well, , - thought the woman, - it's time to look for the moon bear ".
She wandered all day, and in the evening she came across piles of bear droppings. Her search came to an end: a huge black bear waddled across the snowy field, leaving behind deep footprints. The moon bear roared menacingly and climbed into the lair. The woman took out food and put it in a bowl. Then she put the bowl at the entrance to the lair, and she hid herself in a cave and hid. The bear smelled food and clumsily crawled out of the lair, growling so loudly that the stones rolled down the slope.
He walked around the bowl, sniffed the air, and then swallowed all the food in one sitting. Then he backed away, sniffed the air again, and disappeared into the lair.
The next evening the woman put the food out again, but this time she didn't hide in the cave, but stayed halfway. The bear smelled food, crawled out of the den, roared so that the stars almost fell from heaven, walked around the bowl, sniffed the air for a long time, but, in the end, swallowed the food and crawled back into the den. This went on for many days in a row, until one dark night the woman dared to come very close to the bear's lair.
She placed the bowl of food at the entrance to the lair, while she herself remained standing nearby. When the bear, smelling food, got out of the den, he saw not only the usual portion of food, but also a pair of small human legs. He began to twist his head and roar so loudly that his roar echoed through the woman's bones.
She was trembling but didn't move. The bear stood up on its hind legs, opened its mouth wide and roared so that the woman saw its dark red throat.
But she didn't run away. The bear roared even louder and extended its paws as if it was going to grab her so that its ten claws hung over her head like ten knives. The woman was trembling like an aspen leaf, but she stood still.
“Dear, good bear,” she pleaded, “I came here because my husband needs medicine.
The bear lowered its front paws, raising a whirlwind of snow, and stared into the frightened face of the woman. For a moment it seemed to her that all the mountain ranges, valleys, rivers and villages were reflected in his world-old eyes. A deep calm came over her, and she stopped trembling.
– Dear bear, I fed you for so many days. Can I take one hair from the crescent moon on your neck?
The bear hesitated. This little woman could be easy prey. And suddenly he took pity on her.
“Your truth,” he said. “You have been good to me. Take a hair, but quickly, and then get out of your way.
The bear raised its heavy head so that a white crescent appeared on its neck.
And the woman saw how strongly the bear's blood beats in this place. The woman put one hand on the bear's neck, and with the other grabbed a shiny white hair and jerked sharply. The bear backed away and roared as if he had been hurt, and then grunted angrily.
– Thank you, moonbear! The woman began to bow, but the beast growled and took a step forward. He roared, and in his roar the woman heard words that she did not understand and at the same time knew from somewhere all her life.
She turned and ran as fast as she could down the slope. She ran under the trees, whose leaves looked like stars, and shouted all the way: Arigato zaisho! - thanks to the trees for lifting the branches, letting her pass. She stumbled over boulders that looked like large loaves of bread and shouted: Arigato zaisho! – thanks to the mountain for letting me slide down her body.
Her clothes were torn, her hair was tousled, her face darkened from dirt, but she flew as if on wings along the stone steps that led to her village, along the road, through the village, to the hut where the old healer was sitting by the fire.
