Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           Ericstoppedbotheringaboutthestainsonthebookshelf, hefeltsoveryhappyabouthissteamengineandaboutKarlsson,whowastheWorld’sBestSteamEngineer, andwhohadadjustedthesafetyvalvesowell. 

           "Yousee,Eric,"saidKarlsson,"thisiswhatyoumightcallchuff-chuff-chuff!TheWorld’sBestSteamEng—" 

           Hegotnofarther,foratthatmomenttherewasadreadfulbang, andsuddenlytherewasnomoresteamengine—onlypiecesofsteamengine,scatteredallovertheroom. 

           "It’sexploded,"saidKarlssonwithdelight,asifitwasthefinestperformanceyoucouldpossiblyexpectofasteamengine. "Indeed,it’sexploded!Asuperbang,wasn’tit?" 

           ButEriccouldnotbringhimselftofeelquitesohappy. Tearscameintohiseyes. "Mysteamengine,"hesaid."It’sbroken!" 

           "It’sasmallmatter,"saidKarlsson,andhewavedhischubbylittlehandintheair. "Youcansoonhaveanothersteamengine." 

           "How?"askedEric. 

           "I’vegotseveralthousandupatmyhouse." 

           "Where’sthat?"Ericasked. 

           "Upatmyhouseontheroof,"saidKarlsson. 

           "Haveyougotahouseontheroof?"saidEric. "Withseveralthousandsteamenginesinit?" 

           "Yes,Ishouldthinkthereareabouttwohundred,anyway,"saidKarlsson. 

           "Oh!Iwouldliketoseeyourhouse,"saidEric. Itsoundedlikeamiraclethattherecouldbeahouseontopoftheroof,andthatKarlssonlivedthere.