J. K. Rowling - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Chapter 1
-- CHAPTER ONE -- Dudley Demented The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and
a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive. Cars that were usually gleamin
g stood dusty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing -fo
r the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and law
nmowing pursuits, the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the shade of their cool house
s, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdo
ors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four. He was a
skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who
has grown a lot in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt baggy and fa
ded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. Harry Potters appearance di
d not endear him to the neighbours, who were the sort of people who thought scruffi-ness ought to
be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large hydrangea bush this evening he w
as quite invisible to passers-by. In fact, the only way he would be spotted was if his Uncle Verno
n or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living-room window and looked straight down into th
e flowerbed below. On the whole, Harry thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of hiding he
re. He was not, perhaps, very comfortable lying on the hot, hard earth but, on the other hand, nob
ody was glaring at him, grinding their teeth so loudly that he could not hear the news, or shootin
g nasty questions at him, as had happened every time he had tried sitting down in the living room
to watch television with his aunt and uncle. Almost as though this thought had fluttered through t
he open window, Vernon Dursley, Harrys uncle, suddenly spoke. Glad to see the boys stopped tryi
ng to butt in. Where is he, anyway? I dont know, said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. Not in the h
ouse. Uncle Vernon grunted. Watching the news ... he said scathingly. Id like to know what he
s really up to. As if a normal boy cares whats on the news -Dudley hasnt got a clue whats goin
g on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! Anyway, its not as if thered be anything about h
is lot on our news --
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J. K. Rowling - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Chapter 1
Vernon, shh! said Aunt Petunia. The windows open! Oh - yes - sorry, dear. The Dursleys fell
silent. Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit n Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg
, a batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and m
uttering to herself. Harry was very pleased he was concealed behind the bush, as Mrs Figg had rece
ntly taken to asking him round for tea whenever she met him in the street. She had rounded the cor
ner and vanished from view before Uncle Vernons voice floated out of the window again. Dudders o
ut for tea? At the Polkisses, said Aunt Petunia fondly. Hes got so many little friends, hes
so popular Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty. The Dursleys really were astonishingly stupi
d about their son, Dudley. They had swallowed all his dim-witted lies about having tea with a diff
erent member of his gang every night of the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley
had not been to tea anywhere; he and his gang spent every evening vandalising the play park, smok
ing on street corners and throwing stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen them at it
during his evening walks around Little Whinging; he had spent most of the holidays wandering the s
-- CHAPTER ONE -- Dudley Demented The hottest day of the summer so far was drawi
ng to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet D
rive. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lawns that
were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing -for the use of hosepipes had
been banned due to drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawnmowing
pursuits, the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the shade of their
cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze
. The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back
in a flowerbed outside number four. He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled
boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot
in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt baggy and
faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. Harry Po
tters appearance did not endear him to the neighbours, who were the sort of peo
ple who thought scruffi-ness ought to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden
himself behind a large hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to pa
ssers-by. In fact, the only way he would be spotted was if his Uncle Vernon or A
unt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living-room window and looked straight
down into the flowerbed below. On the whole, Harry thought he was to be congratu
lated on his idea of hiding here. He was not, perhaps, very comfortable lying on
the hot, hard earth but, on the other hand, nobody was glaring at him, grinding
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Уважаемые тепловозовцы!
На сайте пока наблюдаются остаточные явления переезда - может глючить добавление креатива, апострофы, украинские буквы, кодировки и т.д.
Связано это с разницей в старом и новом ПО сервера.
Просьба отнестись с терпением и обо всех замеченных багах писать здесь.
Фьюууууу... А мне в голову ужо всякие мрачности лезли :).
Тепер питаннячко. Кажися мой ник как-то неправильно себя ведет на этом сайте :(. Почему у всех в правом верхнем углу есть поле "Автор пишет", а у мене нету ? :(((
Да и странички со мной как-то странно себя ведут....
Алоха!
По случаю всех перемещений были приняты 2 по 50 и не раз :-))) Особенно понравилась новая фотка на заставке.
Зы: февраль всё ближе - кто знал, тот понял %))
ура!!!!
все на местах все фурычит! мона вздохнуть из полэгшенням
а то вже стремнулся. думал накаркал: "..тепловоз колбасит, его коверкает, он преображаецца.."
ну и типа получилось, шо так его поковеркало и преобразило, шо он ваще аж де-то исщез %))))
ну ладненько, раз все добре, то значит и добре :)
БруМ
буду я снова зныкать %) меня еще не попустило, так шо, любима наша Бру, рад шо не забываете ;), но пока я еще "не вернулся"
БС
но пасаран! :)
"перемещенные лица" %)
мои праздравления с вашими перемещениями! :)
