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Том Сойер - обыкновенный американский мальчишка, увлекающийся и, по мнению взрослых, непослушный, неугомонный выдумщик, но и верный друг. Герой Марка Твена подкупает находчивостью и простодушием, предприимчивостью и любопытством. Приключения Тома помогают увидеть врожденную доброту мальчика, неподдельную жажду свободы и справедливости.
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647There was a rustling of dresses, and the standing congregation sat down.
648The boy whose history this book relates did not enjoy the prayer, he only endured it--if he even did that much.
649He was restive all through it; he kept tally of the details of the prayer, unconsciously --for he was not listening, but he knew the ground of old, and the clergyman's regular route over it--and when a little trifle of new matter was interlarded, his ear detected it and his whole nature resented it; he considered additions unfair, and scoundrelly.
650In the midst of the prayer a fly had lit on the back of the pew in front of him and tortured his spirit by calmly rubbing its hands together, embracing its head with its arms, and polishing it so vigorously that it seemed to almost part company with the body, and the slender thread of a neck was exposed to view; scraping its wings with its hind legs and smoothing them to its body as if they had been coat-tails; going through its whole toilet as tranquilly as if it knew it was perfectly safe.
651As indeed it was; for as sorely as Tom's hands itched to grab for it they did not dare--he believed his soul would be instantly destroyed if he did such a thing while the prayer was going on.
652But with the closing sentence his hand began to curve and steal forward; and the instant the "Amen" was out the fly was a prisoner of war.
653His aunt detected the act and made him let it go.
654The minister gave out his text and droned along monotonously through an argument that was so prosy that many a head by and by began to nod --and yet it was an argument that dealt in limitless fire and brimstone and thinned the predestined elect down to a company so small as to be hardly worth the saving. Tom counted the pages of the sermon; after church he always knew how many pages there had been, but he seldom knew anything else about the discourse.
655However, this time he was really interested for a little while.
656The minister made a grand and moving picture of the assembling together of the world's hosts at the millennium when the lion and the lamb should lie down together and a little child should lead them.
657But the pathos, the lesson, the moral of the great spectacle were lost upon the boy; he only thought of the conspicuousness of the principal character before the on-looking nations; his face lit with the thought, and he said to himself that he wished he could be that child, if it was a tame lion.
658Now he lapsed into suffering again, as the dry argument was resumed.
659Presently he bethought him of a treasure he had and got it out.
660It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws--a "pinchbug," he called it.
661It was in a percussion-cap box.
662The first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger.
663A natural fillip followed, the beetle went floundering into the aisle and lit on its back, and the hurt finger went into the boy's mouth.
664The beetle lay there working its helpless legs, unable to turn over.
665Tom eyed it, and longed for it; but it was safe out of his reach.
666Other people uninterested in the sermon found relief in the beetle, and they eyed it too.
667Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change.
668He spied the beetle; the drooping tail lifted and wagged.
669He surveyed the prize; walked around it; smelt at it from a safe distance; walked around it again; grew bolder, and took a closer smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it, just missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy the diversion; subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his paws, and continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then indifferent and absent-minded.
670His head nodded, and little by little his chin descended and touched the enemy, who seized it.
671There was a sharp yelp, a flirt of the poodle's head, and the beetle fell a couple of yards away, and lit on its back once more.
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