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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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228Jim shook his head and said: "Can't, Mars Tom.
229Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody.
230She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an' so she tole me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business--she 'lowed SHE'D 'tend to de whitewashin'."
231"Oh, never you mind what she said, Jim.
232That's the way she always talks.
233Gimme the bucket--I won't be gone only a a minute. SHE won't ever know."
234"Oh, I dasn't, Mars Tom.
235Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me.
236'Deed she would."
237"SHE!
238She never licks anybody--whacks 'em over the head with her thimble--and who cares for that, I'd like to know.
239She talks awful, but talk don't hurt--anyways it don't if she don't cry.
240Jim, I'll give you a marvel.
241I'll give you a white alley!"
242Jim began to waver.
243"White alley, Jim!
244And it's a bully taw."
245"My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you!
246But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis--"
247"And besides, if you will I'll show you my sore toe."
248Jim was only human--this attraction was too much for him.
249He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound.
250In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.
251But Tom's energy did not last.
252He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied.
253Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him for having to work--the very thought of it burnt him like fire.
254He got out his worldly wealth and examined it--bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of WORK, maybe, but not half enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom.
255So he returned his straitened means to his pocket, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys.
256At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him!
257Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.
258He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work.
259Ben Rogers hove in sight presently--the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading.
260Ben's gait was the hop-skip-and-jump--proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high.
261He was eating an apple, and giving a long, melodious whoop, at intervals, followed by a deep-toned ding-dong-dong, ding-dong-dong, for he was personating a steamboat.
262As he drew near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance--for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water.
263He was boat and captain and engine-bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them:
264"Stop her, sir!
265Ting-a-ling-ling!"
266The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk.
267"Ship up to back!
268Ting-a-ling-ling!" His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.
269"Set her back on the stabboard!
270Ting-a-ling-ling!
271Chow! ch-chow-wow!
272Chow!"
273His right hand, meantime, describing stately circles--for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.
274"Let her go back on the labboard!
275Ting-a-lingling!
276Chow-ch-chow-chow!"
277The left hand began to describe circles.
278"Stop the stabboard!
279Ting-a-ling-ling!
280Stop the labboard!
281Come ahead on the stabboard!
282Stop her!
283Let your outside turn over slow!
284Ting-a-ling-ling!
285Chow-ow-ow!
286Get out that head-line! LIVELY now!
287
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