Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could
And the Rhinoceros did (и Носорог надел). He buttoned it up with the three buttons (он застегнул ее на три пуговицы), and it tickled like cake-crumbs in bed (и она защекотала, как крошки в постели). Then he wanted to scratch (тогда он захотел почесаться), but that made it worse (но это еще больше ухудшило дело); and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled (и тогда он лег на песок и катался, и катался, и катался), and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse (и каждый раз, как он перекатывался, крошки пирога щекотали его хуже, и хуже, и хуже). Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it (тогда он побежал к пальме и терся, и терся, и терся о нее). He rubbed so much and so hard (он терся так много и так сильно) that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders (что он натер на своей шкуре большую складку над плечами), and another fold underneath (и еще одну складку внизу), where the buttons used to be (где раньше были пуговицы) (but he rubbed the buttons off (но он стер пуговицы)), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs (и он натер еще несколько складок над /своими/ ногами). And it spoiled his temper (и это испортило его нрав), but it didn’t make the least difference to the cake-crumbs (но это не имело ни малейшего значения для крошек;
button ['bAtn], worse [wWs], account [q'kaunt]
And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake-crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn’t make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake-crumbs inside.