автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Wind in the Willows

Kenneth Grahame

But the Mole was very full of lunch, and self-satisfaction, and pride, and already quite at home in a boat

After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.

And so it will ever be

Oh, from bad to worse

After all, the best part of a hol­i­day is per­haps not so much to be rest­ing your­self, as to see all the other fel­lows busy work­ing

It all seemed too good to be true.

sol­it­ary grey Badger, who lived his own life by him­self, in his hole in the middle of the Wild Wood.

Badger hates So­ci­ety, and in­vit­a­tions, and din­ner,

and with his ear to the reed-stems he caught, at in­ter­vals, some­thing of what the wind went whis­per­ing so con­stantly among them.

That’s just the sort of fel­low he is!” ob­served the dis­ap­poin­ted Rat. “Sim­ply hates So­ci­ety! Now we shan’t see any more of him today.