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Bookshelf is "Waffle Heart" - the debut of the young Norwegian writer Maria Parr, whom critics unanimously call the new Astrid Lindgren.

In fact, "Waffle Heart" is not a book. This is the ticket to childhood. This is a fresh wind in your face when you rush down the mountain at full speed towards adventure. It's the sweet smell of grandma's baking. This is the spirit of carefree nonsense. This is the same thing, indescribable in words, when you read, and it seems that you are nine again and you are open to the whole world, and of course you have the best friend in the world, with whom everything is possible.
You can build an observatory hut on a tree, and every evening look at the stars from there through your grandfather's binoculars. A whole week to glue a huge drum to play in the Field of Miracles, and then shouting "This is the wheel!" take him down the mountain in a second. Cross over the ice desert island in the middle of the river, carrying provisions on sleds. Having agreed, give moms on New Year two rabbits. Drive off the sand dunes in the river port on the door of an old refrigerator or fly without hands on a bicycle on a thin board thrown over a ditch. Secretly keep a hedgehog for two houses, and release it in the spring. Send a pirate treasure map to your friends by mail and bury a real treasure in place X - a collection of Turbo candy wrappers. Distribute tickets to the concert in the first entrance to the whole yard, young and old, and read "Son of the Regiment" by heart ...
But none of this is in the book. It's all in my own childhood, which is overwhelmed as soon as you turn the last page.

But what is there? There is a boy, Trille, and his classmate Lena, who live in the Shchepka-Matilda bay, "where there are huge fields between the houses and the sea." They are nine years old and they are best friends. Trille is a kind, loyal and reliable guy, but his knees are constantly shaking. And Lena Lead is a lively, restless and hooligan girl who can't sit still. Together they build a cable car between houses, drive animals onto a boat, like Noah did in his time, write an ad "in good hands let's take dad", they go to work to buy a new ball and "become pop stars", they bury all the radio equipment in the house from the "fascists", open a "home for elderly horses", pull waffles through an open window, hooking them on a hook and much more, worse.Not the last role in the tricks is played by "the best adult in the world" - the grandfather-adventurer.

And yet the story is not about funny adventures. More precisely, not only about them. It's about creativity and fantasy true friendship and the values of the family, bitter partings and irreversible losses, unnecessary old age and childhood defenselessness, care and the ability to empathize and love. Serious things are written simply, sincerely and directly. Therefore, the book is so kind, touching, funny and sad, and also very sincere, permeated with childhood, like sunlight, and therefore close to everyone.

"Waffle Heart" is something much more than Baba Teti's waffle recipe, which, by the way, disappear incredibly quickly from the plates.

How to make a "Waffle Heart"?
Recipe: 1 tbsp. flour, 3 eggs, 150-200 g margarine, 1 tbsp. sugar, 1 tbsp milk.
Beat eggs with sugar, add melted margarine, milk, flour last. Mix well. You should get a homogeneous mass without lumps. Bake the waffles for 2-3 minutes until they are golden.

Happy reading...

The quality of the publication is remarkable - a convenient slightly reduced (travel) format, hard cover, snow-white offset pages, clear type. I can’t evaluate Olga Drobot’s translation, since there are no alternatives, and the original language is beyond my control, in places I stumbled along the text. Black and white illustrations by Sofya Kasyan complement the text very harmoniously. And the sea splashes on the cover ...

HOLE IN THE HEDGE

After lunch on the first day summer holidays Lena and I ran a cable car between our houses. Lena decided to cross first, as always. She fearlessly climbed onto the ledge, grabbed the rope with both hands, and threw her bare feet up, clasping them into the castle. Then I realized that she was unlikely to be able to stay alive. As she climbed towards her house, farther and farther from our window, I did not breathe. Lena is about nine, and she has less strength than those who are a little more.

About halfway along the way, her feet, rustling the rope with a farewell "sh-sh-shur", slid down. And now Lena is hanging at the height of the second floor, clinging to the rope only with her hands. My heart was beating loudly.

"Oh," Lena said.

- Forward! I shouted.

Moving forward is not as easy as some staring out the window might think, I was made clear.

- Then hang! I will save you.

My palms were sweaty, so I thought. I just hoped Lena's were still dry. It's scary to imagine if it crashes from the height of the second floor. That's when I thought about the mattress.

And while Lena hung with all my might, I pulled the mattress off the bed of dad and mom, pulled it out into the corridor, pushed it down the stairs, pushed it into the cramped hallway, opened the door to the street and dragged it down to the garden. It was an awfully heavy mattress. Looks like I knocked off my great-grandmother's photo and it shattered. But it's better that she crashed than Lena.

From Lenin's grimaces, I realized that when I finally appeared in the garden, she was just about to fall.

“You crawl like a turtle,” she hissed angrily.

Two black braids bristled in the wind somewhere above. I pretended I didn't hear anything. She hovered just above the hedge. I had to put the mattress there too. On the fence. There was no point in putting it elsewhere.

Now Lena Lead was finally able to disengage her arms and plop down like an overripe apple. She landed with a soft crunch. Two bushes in the hedge broke instantly.

I sighed softly. Angry Lena raged, extricating herself from the thorny branches of the damaged hedge.

— Oh, damn! It’s all your fault, Trille,” she said, getting out safe and sound.

Maybe I'm not the only one to blame, I thought, but I didn't say it out loud. I was very happy that she was alive. Everything was as usual.

BUDDY TRILLET AND THE NEIGHBOR BUTTON

We study in the same class, Lena and I. She is our only girl. Lena says that if the holidays had not started now, she would have fallen into a coma and died like that.

“You would have fallen into a coma anyway if I hadn’t put a mattress on it,” I told her that evening, when we went back to look at the hole in the hedge.

But Lena said: hardly. Well, at the very least, she'd give herself a concussion. Think about it. She already had it. Twice.

But I still couldn't help but think what would have happened if she had fallen while I was carrying the mattress. Somehow sad if she took it and died like that. And I wouldn't have Lena. And she's my best friend, even though she's a girl. I never tell her this. I do not dare to say, because I do not know: what if she best friend doesn't think? Sometimes I believe what I believe, and sometimes I don't. It happens differently. But I think about it a lot, especially when something happens to her, like falling off a cable car onto a mattress I put on; then I still really want her to call me best friend. Not out loud, of course, and not in front of everyone, but just like that, she would simply whisper. But you can't expect that from Lena. She does not have a heart, but a stone, such suspicion creeps in.

Actually, Lena has green eyes and seven freckles on her nose.

Maria Parr

WAFFLE HEART

HOLE IN THE HEDGE

After lunch on the first day of summer vacation, Lena and I made a cable car between our houses. Lena decided to cross first, as always. She fearlessly climbed onto the ledge, grabbed the rope with both hands, and threw her bare feet up, clasping them into the castle. Then I realized that she was unlikely to be able to stay alive. As she climbed towards her house, farther and farther from our window, I did not breathe. Lena is about nine, and she has less strength than those who are a little more.

Oh, Lena said.

Forward! I shouted.

Moving forward is not as easy as some staring out the window might think, I was made clear.

Then hang! I will save you.

My palms were sweaty, so I thought. I just hoped Lena's were still dry. It's scary to imagine if it crashes from the height of the second floor. That's when I thought about the mattress.

From Lenin's grimaces, I realized that when I finally appeared in the garden, she was just about to fall.

You crawl like a turtle,” she hissed angrily.

Now Lena Lead was finally able to disengage her arms and plop down like an overripe apple. She landed with a soft crunch. Two bushes in the hedge broke instantly.

I sighed softly. Angry Lena raged, extricating herself from the thorny branches of the damaged hedge.

Damn! It's all your fault, Trille," she said, getting out safe and sound.

Maybe I'm not the only one to blame, I thought, but I didn't say it out loud. I was very happy that she was alive. Everything was as usual.

BUDDY TRILLET AND THE NEIGHBOR BUTTON

We study in the same class, Lena and I. She is our only girl. Lena says that if the holidays had not started now, she would have fallen into a coma and died like that.

You would have fallen into a coma anyway if I hadn’t put a mattress on it,” I told her in the evening, when we again went to look at the hole in the hedge.

But Lena said: hardly. Well, at the very least, she'd give herself a concussion. Think about it. She already had it. Twice.

But I still couldn't help but think what would have happened if she had fallen while I was carrying the mattress. Somehow sad if she took it and died like that. And I wouldn't have Lena. And she's my best friend, even though she's a girl. I never tell her this. I don’t dare to say, because I don’t know: what if she doesn’t consider me her best friend? Sometimes I believe what I believe, and sometimes I don't. It happens differently. But I think about it a lot, especially when something happens to her, like falling off a cable car onto a mattress I put on; then I still really want her to call me best friend. Not out loud, of course, and not in front of everyone, but just like that, she would simply whisper. But you can't expect that from Lena. She does not have a heart, but a stone, such suspicion creeps in.

Actually, Lena has green eyes and seven freckles on her nose. She is very thin. Grandfather says that she is a horse girl, although she looks more like a bicycle. And in the arm wrestling, Lena loses to everyone, but this is simply because everyone is dying, she says.

I myself, in my opinion, look like everyone else, I have blonde hair and a dimple on the cheek. Only the name is unusual in me, but this is not visible from the outside. Mom and dad named me Theobald Rodrik. And they immediately regretted it. It's not good to give little kid such a big name. But it was too late: what's done is done. So I already lived with Theobald Rodrik Danielsen Uttergaard for nine years. And this is a lot. This is my whole life. Fortunately, everyone calls me Trille, so the name bothers me a little, except that Lena sometimes asks:

Trille, forgot your name again?

Theobald Rodrik.

Then Lena laughs long and loudly. Sometimes he even slaps his sides.

The fence in which Lena and I broke a hole is the boundary between our plots. Lena and her mother live in a small white house on the other side. There is no dad there, although Lena says that there would be enough space for one if you look in the basement. I live in a big red house on this side. We have three floors and a dark attic, because there are a lot of us: mom, dad, Mina fourteen years old, Magnus thirteen, Trille nine and Krelle - she is only three. Plus grandpa's in the basement. Just the people, says my mother, in order to keep up with everyone, so that everything goes on as usual. But when Lena arrives, there are too many people, and it is no longer possible to look after everyone, so everything immediately goes awry.

Listen, - said Lena, - I think it's time to go see if anyone is going to drink coffee with buns.

And what do you think, she turned out to be right: grandfather just came to drink coffee. Grandfather is thin, his face is wrinkled, and his hair is like hay. He is the best adult in the world.

Grandfather kicked off his wooden shoes and shoved his hands into the pockets of his overalls. He always wears overalls.

So-so ... Buddy Trille and the neighbor's button, - he said and bowed to us. - Looks like we're here for the same thing.

Mom was reading a newspaper in the living room. She did not pay attention to the fact that people were crowding in the kitchen. This is a common thing - grandfather and Lena always hang out with us, although they do not live here. But they come all the time. Lena spends so much time with us that she became her own neighbor.

Grandfather took a flashlight that was lying on a bench in the kitchen and tiptoed in to my mother.

Hands up! he shouted and pointed a flashlight at my mother instead of a gun. - Coffee or life, fru Kari!

And plush! - shouted Lena for order.

Lena, grandfather and I - we know how to get coffee with buns almost always when we want. Because mom doesn't have the strength to tell us no. Especially if we ask politely and politely. Not to mention the times when we threaten her with a flashlight.

(ratings: 1 , average: 3,00 out of 5)

Title: Waffle heart

About Waffle Heart by Maria Parr

The book "Waffle Heart" belongs to the category of foreign prose for children, this is a popular work that was published in 2005 and has already fallen in love with readers. The novel was written by a young writer from Norway, Maria Parr, immediately after the publication of this book, the author was named the second Astrid Lindgren.

The book "Waffle Heart" was immediately translated into several languages and published in France, Germany, Holland, Sweden and Poland, she was awarded the prestigious "Silver Slate" award. This work should be read by children from six years old, they can study the book themselves - there are many original, unusual illustrations, or together with their parents.

Maria Parr wrote an amazingly kind and pleasant book about children, she spoke about friendship in an accessible and interesting way, children's world and experiences. The book is read easily and pleasantly, it is written in good language, with light humor and is well perceived by kids.

In the center of the plot of the book "Waffle Heart" are friends - nine-year-old Trille and Lena. The story is told from the perspective of the boy Trille. Every day, classmates have to face adventures that are sometimes interesting, sometimes funny or ridiculous, and sometimes really dangerous. Despite the fact that the guys live in a small Norwegian farm with a small number of inhabitants, something interesting and bright happens every day in their lives, every morning brings new emotions.

But at one moment the idyll on the farm is broken - the friendship between Lena and Trille cracks. However, no circumstances can break a real, strong friendship - it is able to overcome any obstacles.

Reading "Waffle Heart" is a must, as you can give your child an excellent literary work, a lot of emotions, as well as teach him friendship and the best human qualities. In addition, Maria Parr writes very realistically, the reader will be able to learn about the features of life in Norway and broaden their horizons.

This is a very kind and bright work that gives those feelings that we so often lack in everyday life. Acquaintance with this book will bring a lot of emotions not only to children, but also to their parents - after it there is a very long and pleasant aftertaste. Parr's style of narration really resembles the Swedish Lindgren, which critics of her work have repeatedly noted. But this is more of an advantage - now you see another wonderful and talented children's writer.

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Norwegian edition published by Det Norske Samlaget, Oslo

Published by agreement with Hagen Agency AS, Oslo

Samokat Publishing House LLC, 2014

Hole in the hedge

“Oh,” Lena said.

- Forward! I shouted.

Moving forward is not as easy as some staring out the window might think, I was made clear.

- Then hang! I will save you.

My palms were sweaty, so I thought.

I just hoped Lena's were still dry. It's scary to imagine if it crashes from the height of the second floor. That's when I thought about the mattress.

From Lenin's grimaces, I realized that when I finally appeared in the garden, she was just about to fall.

“You crawl like a turtle,” she hissed angrily.

Now Lena Lead was finally able to disengage her arms and plop down like an overripe apple. She landed with a soft crunch. Two bushes in the hedge broke instantly.

I sighed softly. Angry Lena raged, extricating herself from the thorny branches of the damaged hedge.

– Damn it! It’s all your fault, Trille,” she said, getting out safe and sound.

Maybe I'm not the only one to blame, I thought, but I didn't say it out loud. I was very happy that she was alive. Everything was as usual.

Buddy Trille and the Neighbor Button

We study in the same class, Lena and I. She is our only girl. Lena says that if the holidays had not started now, she would have fallen into a coma and died like that.

“You would have fallen into a coma anyway if I hadn’t put a mattress on it,” I told her that evening, when we went back to look at the hole in the hedge.

But Lena said: hardly. Well, at the very least, she'd give herself a concussion. Think about it. She already had it. Twice.

But I still couldn't help but think what would have happened if she had fallen while I was carrying the mattress. Somehow sad if she took it and died like that.

And I wouldn't have Lena. And she's my best friend, even though she's a girl. I never tell her this. I don’t dare to say, because I don’t know: what if she doesn’t consider me her best friend? Sometimes I believe what I believe, and sometimes I don't. It happens differently. But I think about it a lot, especially when something happens to her, like falling off a cable car onto a mattress I put on; then I still really want her to call me best friend. Not out loud, of course, and not in front of everyone, but just like that, she would simply whisper. But you can't expect that from Lena. She does not have a heart, but a stone, such suspicion creeps in.

I myself, in my opinion, look like everyone else, I have blond hair and a dimple on my cheek. Only the name is unusual in me, but this is not visible from the outside. Mom and dad named me Theobald Rodrik.

And they immediately regretted it. It's not good to give a little kid such a big name.

But it was too late: what's done is done. So I already lived with Theobald Rodrik Danielsen Uttergaard for nine years. And this is a lot. This is my whole life. Fortunately, everyone calls me Trille, so the name bothers me a little, except that Lena sometimes asks:

“Trille, have you forgotten your name again?”

- Theobald Rodrik.

Then Lena laughs long and loudly. Sometimes he even slaps his sides.

The fence in which Lena and I broke a hole is the boundary between our plots.

Lena and her mother live in a small white house on the other side. There is no dad there, although Lena says that there would be enough space for one if you look in the basement.

I live in a big red house on this side. We have three floors and a dark attic, because there are a lot of us: mom, dad, Mina fourteen years old, Magnus thirteen, Trille nine and Krelle - she is only three. Plus grandpa's in the basement. Just the people, says my mother, in order to keep up with everyone, so that everything goes on as usual. But when Lena arrives, there are too many people, and it is no longer possible to look after everyone, so everything immediately goes awry.

“Listen,” Lena said, “I think it's time to go see if anyone is going to drink coffee with buns.

And what do you think, she turned out to be right: grandfather just came to drink coffee. Grandfather is thin, his face is wrinkled, and his hair is like hay.

He is the best adult in the world.

Grandfather kicked off his wooden shoes and shoved his hands into the pockets of his overalls. He always wears overalls.

- Well, well ... Buddy Trille and the neighbor's button, - he said and bowed to us. Looks like we're here for the same thing.

Mom was reading a newspaper in the living room. She did not pay attention to the fact that people were crowding in the kitchen. This is a common thing - grandfather and Lena always hang out with us, although they don’t live here. But they come all the time. Lena spends so much time with us that she became her own neighbor.

Grandfather took a flashlight that was lying on a bench in the kitchen and tiptoed in to my mother.

- Hands up! he shouted and pointed a flashlight at my mother instead of a gun. “Coffee or life, fru Kari!”

- And buns! – shouted Lena for order.

Lena, grandfather and I - we can get coffee with buns almost always when we want. Because mom doesn't have the strength to tell us no. Especially if we ask politely and politely. Not to mention the times when we threaten her with a flashlight.

We are a great company, I thought, when the four of us sat at the table, ate buns and chatted about nothing. Mom at first was very angry about the cable car, but now she became cheerful again and suddenly asked if Lena and I wanted to be the bride and groom on Midsummer Day.

Lena even choked.

- Again? You really want to marry us, don't you?! she almost screamed.