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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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416He said to himself,
417"Now it's coming!"
418And the next instant he was sprawling on the floor!
419The potent palm was uplifted to strike again when Tom cried out:
420"Hold on, now, what 'er you belting ME for?--Sid broke it!"
421Aunt Polly paused, perplexed, and Tom looked for healing pity.
422But when she got her tongue again, she only said:
423"Umf!
424Well, you didn't get a lick amiss, I reckon.
425You been into some other audacious mischief when I wasn't around, like enough."
426Then her conscience reproached her, and she yearned to say something kind and loving; but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been in the wrong, and discipline forbade that.
427So she kept silence, and went about her affairs with a troubled heart.
428Tom sulked in a corner and exalted his woes.
429He knew that in her heart his aunt was on her knees to him, and he was morosely gratified by the consciousness of it.
430He would hang out no signals, he would take notice of none.
431He knew that a yearning glance fell upon him, now and then, through a film of tears, but he refused recognition of it. He pictured himself lying sick unto death and his aunt bending over him beseeching one little forgiving word, but he would turn his face to the wall, and die with that word unsaid.
432Ah, how would she feel then?
433And he pictured himself brought home from the river, dead, with his curls all wet, and his sore heart at rest.
434How she would throw herself upon him, and how her tears would fall like rain, and her lips pray God to give her back her boy and she would never, never abuse him any more!
435But he would lie there cold and white and make no sign--a poor little sufferer, whose griefs were at an end.
436He so worked upon his feelings with the pathos of these dreams, that he had to keep swallowing, he was so like to choke; and his eyes swam in a blur of water, which overflowed when he winked, and ran down and trickled from the end of his nose.
437And such a luxury to him was this petting of his sorrows, that he could not bear to have any worldly cheeriness or any grating delight intrude upon it; it was too sacred for such contact; and so, presently, when his cousin Mary danced in, all alive with the joy of seeing home again after an age-long visit of one week to the country, he got up and moved in clouds and darkness out at one door as she brought song and sunshine in at the other.
438He wandered far from the accustomed haunts of boys, and sought desolate places that were in harmony with his spirit.
439A log raft in the river invited him, and he seated himself on its outer edge and contemplated the dreary vastness of the stream, wishing, the while, that he could only be drowned, all at once and unconsciously, without undergoing the uncomfortable routine devised by nature.
440Then he thought of his flower. He got it out, rumpled and wilted, and it mightily increased his dismal felicity.
441He wondered if she would pity him if she knew?
442Would she cry, and wish that she had a right to put her arms around his neck and comfort him?
443Or would she turn coldly away like all the hollow world?
444This picture brought such an agony of pleasurable suffering that he worked it over and over again in his mind and set it up in new and varied lights, till he wore it threadbare.
445At last he rose up sighing and departed in the darkness.
446About half-past nine or ten o'clock he came along the deserted street to where the Adored Unknown lived; he paused a moment; no sound fell upon his listening ear; a candle was casting a dull glow upon the curtain of a second-story window.
447Was the sacred presence there?
448He climbed the fence, threaded his stealthy way through the plants, till he stood under that window; he looked up at it long, and with emotion; then he laid him down on the ground under it, disposing himself upon his back, with his hands clasped upon his breast and holding his poor wilted flower.
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