Anne Hogarth (eng. Ann Hogarth; July 19, 1910 - April 9, 1993) - puppet master, was born on 19 July 1910 at Frensham, Surrey, the fourth child of William Jackson, a teacher, and his wife, Olivia Hall. Her mother died when she was two years old. Encouraged by winning prizes for public speaking at school, she decided to become an actress and studied at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. She then became a manager at the Play Theater in London. The producer was puppet lover Ian Bussell. In 1932, he and Anne created their own puppet theater, the Hogarth Puppets. The couple married in March 1933 and spent their honeymoon camping on tour in the Cotswolds with company. They handled the business themselves - booking church halls, selling tickets, and finally putting on the shows, for "An hour and a half of twinkling entertainment!" This was the case for 50 years of touring in the UK and around the world. Hogarth's Dolls has toured the world, playing in West End theatres, Australia's Outback, and on the ice caps of Canada. During the summer they visited many London parks with a theater tent, delighting countless children. When the Bussells retired they set up a international exhibition dolls, showing all the characters they collected and received during their travels. The dolls are currently owned by a drop-in center in London. After Ian's death in April 1985, Anne moved to Budleigh Salterton. She found living alone as an old woman very frustrating. She was loved and respected by many for her intelligent criticism of the next generation of dolls. She died in a nursing home on April 9, 1993.
It was a wonderful spring day, and the donkey Mafin was happily running around the garden, looking for something to do. He had already tried on all his ceremonial harnesses and blankets, ate breakfast, watched the carrots grow in the beds, and now dreamed of some miracle happening.
And the miracle happened.
The wind suddenly brought a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere. The leaf hit Mafin right on the forehead and got stuck between the ears.
Mafin took it off, carefully unfolded it and began to examine it - first from one side, then from the other.
Then he suddenly realized that he had not been breathing for a long time from excitement, and he let out the air with such force as if he were not a donkey, but a steam locomotive.
What a thing!.. But this is a treasure! Buried treasure. And this is the plan of the place where it is hidden.
Muffin sat down and stared at the piece of paper again.
Yeah! I guessed it! - he exclaimed. - The treasure is hidden under a large oak tree. I’ll run and dig it up now.
But at that moment a heavy sigh was heard behind Mafin. The donkey quickly turned around and saw the penguin Peregrine, who was also closely examining the plan.
Yeah, a treasure! - whispered Peregrine. - You don’t have to guess for a long time here. There is no doubt: this is a map of the South Pole. The treasure is buried there! I'll grab my skis and an ice pick and hit the road!
“Map of the South Pole? - Mafin repeated to himself. - South Pole? Hardly! I still think the treasure is buried under the oak tree. Let me take another look at the plan.”
Peregrine began to examine the map through a magnifying glass, and Muffin lay down on his stomach and stretched out his muzzle: he thought that it was better to examine the map while lying down.
Oak,” whispered Mafin.
South Pole, muttered Peregrine.
Suddenly someone's shadow fell on the map. It was the little black Wally who came up.
Why, this is the state of Louisiana in America! - he exclaimed. - I was born there. I’ll immediately pack my things and go after the treasure! Just wondering what is the best way to get there?
All three of them stared at the map again.
Louisiana! - Wally was happy.
“South Pole,” Peregrine muttered.
Oak,” whispered Mafin.
Suddenly all three jumped in place because pebbles crunched from behind. It was Oswald the ostrich. Stretching his long neck, he looked at the map and smiled.
Of course, this is Africa! - he said. - I once lived there. I'm heading out this very minute. Just first you need to remember the plan well.
This is Louisiana! - Wally exclaimed.
No, South Pole! - Peregrine objected.
Oak! Oak! - Mafin insisted.
Africa,” Oswald whispered. “That’s it,” he said, “I’m taking the plan with me!” - He craned his neck and grabbed a piece of paper with his beak.
At that same second, Wally grabbed it with his brown hand, Peregrine stepped on the corner of the card with a webbed paw, and Muffin grabbed the other corner with his teeth.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, puppy Peter came rushing in, flapping his ears and wagging his tail.
Thank you, Mafin! Thanks Oswald! Thank you Wally and Peregrine! - he cried, out of breath from running fast.
Everyone forgot about the map in surprise.
Thank you for what? - asked Mafin.
Yes, because you found my piece of paper! - said Peter. “She flew out of my mouth, and I already decided that she was gone.”
Your paper? - Peregrine muttered.
Well, yes, but I really wouldn’t want her to get lost. After all, without her I won’t be able to find my treasure!
What treasure?! - Muffin, Oswald, Wally and Peregrine exclaimed at once.
Don't you understand what is drawn here? Here is the path in our garden. Here are the bushes. And here is the flowerbed. And this is where I buried my favorite bone.
And Peter ran away, carefully holding the piece of paper in his teeth.
Bone! - Mafin groaned.
Flowerbed! - Oswald sighed.
Bushes! - Peregrine grumbled.
But we didn’t even realize it! - Wally whispered.
And all four, heartbroken, went home. But they were quickly consoled when they saw that tea and sweet cookies were waiting for them.
Muffin bakes a pie
Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on his chef's hat on one side, tied on a snow-white apron and walked into the kitchen with an important air. He decided to bake a pie for his friends - not just any pie, but a real holiday pie: with eggs, apples, cloves and various decorations.
He laid out everything he needed kitchen table. It turned out that such a pie requires a lot: a cookbook, a bowl, butter, eggs, sugar, apples, cinnamon, cloves, and a lot of other things.
Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I will bake a nice cake!
But as soon as he said this, a loud buzzing sound was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important view, and in her paws she carried a jar of honey.
Our queen sent me! - said the bee, bowing. - She heard that you are going to bake sweet pie, and therefore respectfully asks you to take some honey. Try how wonderful this honey is!
“Certainly,” said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe doesn't say anything about honey. It says: “Take sugar...”
Hey! - the bee buzzed angrily. - Her Majesty the Queen Bee will not accept refusal. All best pies made with honey.
She buzzed so annoyingly that Muffin agreed to take honey and put it in the dough.
I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.
Mafin sighed with relief.
OK! - he said. - I hope such a drop of honey will not harm the pie.
Yes, yes, my boy! Are you baking a pie? Good-r-good.
It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat down on the table.
Yes, yes. Very good. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid an egg in this cup for you. Take it, and everything will be fine, my dear!
Muffin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy, because Poppy was very old and irritable.
“Thank you, Poppy,” he said. - Just please don’t worry: I already have eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.
Poppy was very angry: how dare he think that chicken eggs better than parrots!
I'm not joking at all, young Muffin! - she shouted angrily. - The best pies always contain parrot eggs. Do as I tell you and don't argue! - And, leaving the cup with the egg, she flew away, muttering something angrily under her breath.
“Okay,” Muffin decided, “one small egg cannot harm the pie. Let it go into the dough along with honey. And then I’ll do everything from the cookbook.”
And Mafin went to the buffet for sugar. But then a cheerful laugh was heard, and, turning around, Muffin saw two little Indians, Wally and Molly. They fussed around the bowl of dough: throwing a little of this, a little of that, a pinch of this, a piece of that into it and stirring the dough, without even looking at the cookbook.
Ann Hogarth(07/19/1910 - 04/09/1993) - puppet maker, born 19 July in Frensham, Surrey, fourth child of William Jackson, a teacher, and his wife, Olivia Hall. Her mother died when she was two years old. Encouraged by winning prizes for public speaking at school, she decided to become an actress and studied at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. She then became a manager at the Play Theater in London. The producer was puppet lover Ian Bussell. In 1932, he and Anne created their own puppet theater, the Hogarth Puppets. The couple married in March 1933 and spent their honeymoon camping and touring the Cotswolds with company. They handled the business themselves - booking church halls, selling tickets, and finally putting on the shows, for "An hour and a half of twinkling entertainment!" So for 50 years of touring in the UK and around the world. Hogarth's Dolls has toured the world, playing in West End theatres, Australia's Outback, and on the ice caps of Canada. During the summer they visited many London parks with a theater tent, delighting countless children. When the Bussells retired, they created an international doll exhibition in Devon, displaying all the characters they had collected and acquired during their travels. The dolls are currently owned by a drop-in center in London. After Ian's death in April 1985, Anne moved to Budleigh Salterton. She found living alone as an old woman very frustrating. She was loved and respected by many for her intelligent criticism of the next generation of dolls. She died in a nursing home on April 9, 1993.
Donkey Muffin:
Muffin the Donkey was born in 1933 on the stage of the puppet theater "The Hogarth Puppets", owned by Anne Hogarth and her husband Ian Bussell. In 1946 he appeared in the BBC television program For Children, written by Anne Hogarth. Actress Annette Mills sang and played the piano in the program, on the top of which Muffin danced. This was the first special children's show. Soon it turned into a separate program in which other heroes appeared future book- Sally the seal, Louise the sheep, Peregrine the penguin, Oswald the ostrich. All dolls were designed and made by Anne Hogarth. The program quickly became a favorite children's television. After Mills' death in 1955, Mafin and his friends regularly appeared on television for two more years. They were accompanied by Jan Bussell. Then Anne Hogarth and her husband toured the world with their own puppet theater, the repertoire of which included both the tales of Mafin and a cubist version of Macbeth. In just 11 years, more than three hundred episodes of the program were released. Donkey became a real TV star. There was even a film about him documentary, especially for screening in the USA. In the 1980s, old episodes of the program with great success were shown again on the BBC. In 2005, 26 new episodes about the donkey Mafin and his friends should be shown.
In the early 1950s, Anne Hogarth processed the Muffin stories and published some of them in a small book. Then there were three more issues of stories that differed in cover color - red, blue, purple and green. Stories about Muffin, written by Anne Hogarth, made up a large series of several books - there is the Red Book of Muffin, Blue, Green, Lilac, etc. Then they were all published in one book “Mafin and his cheerful friends" The tales have been translated into many languages and are loved by children. different countries. Among the book's illustrators was Annette Mills' daughter Molly Blake.
Tales:
Mafin and his cheerful friends:
- Mafin is looking for treasure.
- Muffin is baking a pie.
- Muffin is unhappy with his tail.
- Donkey Muffin.
- The picture is a mystery.
- Muffin detective.
- How to make a TV yourself.
- Color the picture
- Muffin and his famous zucchini.
- Where is the mistake?
- Marjorie Poppleton. Richard and the moon.
- Sally the seal
- Peregrine the Penguin
- Muffin sings a song.
- Muffin and magic comb.
- Magic squares
- Muffin and spider.
- Where is the mistake?
- Ilene Arthurton. March Lion.
- Mafin is writing a book.
- Muffin is going to Australia.
- Arrival of a kiwi named Kirrie.
- Louise the Sheep
- Muffin and the tramp.
- Muffin and the garden scarecrow.
- Draw!
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E. Hogarth "Muffin and the Spider"
Crossword “Friendly Company” Horizontal: 6. The living castle grumbled and lay down across the door. Vertical: Yellow skyscraper Soot scraped from the sky: Black dots on yellow sand. 2. He does not spin, does not weave, but clothes people. 3. Not a man, not a beast, but he can speak like a human. 4. The young lady, the housewife, gallops across the lawn, took her handbag and went to the market, put her bag on her stomach, flies, but does not walk. 5. Black coat, Under the coat there is a scarf, Yes, the figure is like a pear, He lives in the cold, He staggers - he walks. 6. Although I look like a bird, I am not familiar with the heights. I have wings, but I still walk all my life. 7. Not for fish, but sets nets. 8. A small poor house, a hut. 9. Gray, but not a wolf, Long-eared, but not a hare, With hooves, but not a horse. 10. Marine pinniped mammal.
Anne Hogarth lived in England. She had a small puppet theater, and she traveled with it to different cities. The children liked the performances about the donkey Mafina and his friends so much that the creator of the theater was offered to perform on television. And then she began to write down stories. This is how books about Mafina appeared.
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Muffin and his cheerful friends
An Hogarth
Muffin and his cheerful friends
Donkey Muffin is one of the favorite heroes of English children. He was born in puppet theater Anne Hogarth and her husband Ian Bussell. From there he moved onto London television screens. And then his portraits appeared on children’s toys, on wallpaper, on plates, and on cups. And not only Muffin, but also his cheerful friends - Peregrine the penguin, Oswald the ostrich, Katie the kangaroo and others. You will get acquainted with the adventures of these heroes in our book.
Mafin is looking for treasure
It was a wonderful spring day, and the donkey Mafin was happily running around the garden, looking for something to do. He had already tried on all his ceremonial harnesses and blankets, ate breakfast, watched the carrots grow in the beds, and now dreamed of some miracle happening.
And the miracle happened.
The wind suddenly brought a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere. The leaf hit Mafin right on the forehead and got stuck between the ears.
Mafin took it off, carefully unfolded it and began to examine it - first from one side, then from the other.
Then he suddenly realized that he had not been breathing for a long time from excitement, and he let out the air with such force as if he were not a donkey, but a steam locomotive.
- What a thing!.. But this is a treasure! Buried treasure. And this is the plan of the place where it is hidden.
Muffin sat down and stared at the piece of paper again.
- Yeah! I guessed it! - he exclaimed. – The treasure is hidden under a large oak tree. I’ll run and dig it up now.
But at that moment a heavy sigh was heard behind Mafin. The donkey quickly turned around and saw the penguin Peregrine, who was also closely examining the plan.
- Yeah, a treasure! - whispered Peregrine. – You don’t have to guess for a long time here. There is no doubt: this is a map of the South Pole. The treasure is buried there! I'll grab my skis and an ice pick and hit the road!
“Map of the South Pole? - Mafin repeated to himself. - South Pole? Hardly! I still think the treasure is buried under the oak tree. Let me take another look at the plan.”
Peregrine began to examine the map through a magnifying glass, and Muffin lay down on his stomach and stretched out his muzzle: he thought that it was better to examine the map while lying down.
“Oak,” whispered Mafin.
“The South Pole,” muttered Peregrine.
Suddenly someone's shadow fell on the map. It was the little black Wally who came up.
- But this is the state of Louisiana in America! - he exclaimed. - I was born there. I’ll immediately pack my things and go after the treasure! Just wondering what is the best way to get there?
All three of them stared at the map again.
- Louisiana! Wally was happy.
“The South Pole,” Peregrine muttered.
“Oak,” whispered Mafin.
Suddenly all three jumped in place because pebbles crunched from behind. It was Oswald the ostrich. Stretching his long neck, he looked at the map and smiled.
– Of course, this is Africa! - he said. – I once lived there. I'm heading out this very minute. Just first you need to remember the plan well.
- This is Louisiana! – Wally exclaimed.
- No, South Pole! - Peregrine objected.
- Oak! Oak! - Mafin insisted.
“Africa,” Oswald whispered. “That’s it,” he said, “I’m taking the plan with me!” “He craned his neck and grabbed a piece of paper with his beak.
At that same second, Wally grabbed it with his brown hand, Peregrine stepped on the corner of the card with a webbed paw, and Muffin grabbed the other corner with his teeth.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, puppy Peter came rushing in, flapping his ears and wagging his tail.
- Thank you, Mafin! Thanks Oswald! Thank you Wally and Peregrine! – he cried, out of breath from running so fast.
Everyone forgot about the map in surprise.
- Thank you for what? - asked Mafin.
- Yes, because you found my piece of paper! - said Peter. “She flew out of my mouth, and I already decided that she was gone.”
- Your piece of paper? - Peregrine muttered.
- Well, yes, but I really wouldn’t want her to get lost. After all, without her I won’t be able to find my treasure!
-What treasure?! - Muffin, Oswald, Wally and Peregrine exclaimed at once.
– Don’t you understand what is drawn here? Here is the path in our garden. Here are the bushes. And here is the flowerbed. And this is where I buried my favorite bone.
And Peter ran away, carefully holding the piece of paper in his teeth.
- Bone! - Mafin groaned.
- Flowerbed! – Oswald sighed.
- Bushes! - Peregrine grumbled.
- But we didn’t even realize! Wally whispered.
And all four, heartbroken, went home. But they were quickly consoled when they saw that tea and sweet cookies were waiting for them.
Muffin bakes a pie
Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on his chef's hat on one side, tied on a snow-white apron and walked into the kitchen with an important air. He decided to bake a pie for his friends - not just any pie, but a real holiday pie: with eggs, apples, cloves and various decorations.
He laid out everything he needed on the kitchen table. It turned out that such a pie requires a lot: a cookbook, a bowl, butter, eggs, sugar, apples, cinnamon, cloves, and a lot of other things.
“Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I’ll bake a nice pie!”
But as soon as he said this, a loud buzzing sound was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She looked very important, and in her paws she was carrying a jar of honey.
“Our queen sent me!” - said the bee, bowing. “She heard that you are going to bake a sweet cake, and therefore she respectfully asks you to take some honey.” Try how wonderful this honey is!
“Certainly,” said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe doesn't say anything about honey. It says: “Take sugar...”
- Hey! – the bee buzzed angrily. “Her Majesty the Queen Bee will not accept refusal.” All the best pies are made with honey.
She buzzed so annoyingly that Muffin agreed to take honey and put it in the dough.
– I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.
Mafin sighed with relief.
- OK! - he said. “I hope such a drop of honey won’t harm the pie.”
- Yes, yes, my boy! Are you baking a pie? Good-r-good.
It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat down on the table.
- Yes, yes. Very good. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid an egg in this cup for you. Take it, and everything will be fine, my dear!
Muffin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy, because Poppy was very old and irritable.
“Thank you, Poppy,” he said. - Just please don’t worry: I already have eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.
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