-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джозеф Конрад
-
- Сердце тьмы
-
- Стр. 20/33
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Poor
fool
!
If
he
had
only
left
that
shutter
alone
.
He
had
no
restraint
,
no
restraint
--
just
like
Kurtz
--
a
tree
swayed
by
the
wind
.
As
soon
as
I
had
put
on
a
dry
pair
of
slippers
,
I
dragged
him
out
,
after
first
jerking
the
spear
out
of
his
side
,
which
operation
I
confess
I
performed
with
my
eyes
shut
tight
.
His
heels
leaped
together
over
the
little
doorstep
;
his
shoulders
were
pressed
to
my
breast
;
I
hugged
him
from
behind
desperately
.
Oh
!
he
was
heavy
,
heavy
;
heavier
than
any
man
on
earth
,
I
should
imagine
.
Then
without
more
ado
I
tipped
him
overboard
.
The
current
snatched
him
as
though
he
had
been
a
wisp
of
grass
,
and
I
saw
the
body
roll
over
twice
before
I
lost
sight
of
it
for
ever
.
All
the
pilgrims
and
the
manager
were
then
congregated
on
the
awning-deck
about
the
pilot-house
,
chattering
at
each
other
like
a
flock
of
excited
magpies
,
and
there
was
a
scandalized
murmur
at
my
heartless
promptitude
.
What
they
wanted
to
keep
that
body
hanging
about
for
I
ca
n't
guess
.
Embalm
it
,
maybe
.
But
I
had
also
heard
another
,
and
a
very
ominous
,
murmur
on
the
deck
below
.
My
friends
the
wood-cutters
were
likewise
scandalized
,
and
with
a
better
show
of
reason
--
though
I
admit
that
the
reason
itself
was
quite
inadmissible
.
Oh
,
quite
!
I
had
made
up
my
mind
that
if
my
late
helmsman
was
to
be
eaten
,
the
fishes
alone
should
have
him
.
He
had
been
a
very
second-rate
helmsman
while
alive
,
but
now
he
was
dead
he
might
have
become
a
first-class
temptation
,
and
possibly
cause
some
startling
trouble
.
Besides
,
I
was
anxious
to
take
the
wheel
,
the
man
in
pink
pyjamas
showing
himself
a
hopeless
duffer
at
the
business
.
"
This
I
did
directly
the
simple
funeral
was
over
.
We
were
going
half-speed
,
keeping
right
in
the
middle
of
the
stream
,
and
I
listened
to
the
talk
about
me
.
They
had
given
up
Kurtz
,
they
had
given
up
the
station
;
Kurtz
was
dead
,
and
the
station
had
been
burnt
--
and
so
on
--
and
so
on
.
The
red-haired
pilgrim
was
beside
himself
with
the
thought
that
at
least
this
poor
Kurtz
had
been
properly
avenged
.
'
Say
!
We
must
have
made
a
glorious
slaughter
of
them
in
the
bush
.
Eh
?
What
do
you
think
?
Say
?
'
He
positively
danced
,
the
bloodthirsty
little
gingery
beggar
.
And
he
had
nearly
fainted
when
he
saw
the
wounded
man
!
I
could
not
help
saying
,
'
You
made
a
glorious
lot
of
smoke
,
anyhow
.
'
I
had
seen
,
from
the
way
the
tops
of
the
bushes
rustled
and
flew
,
that
almost
all
the
shots
had
gone
too
high
.
You
ca
n't
hit
anything
unless
you
take
aim
and
fire
from
the
shoulder
;
but
these
chaps
fired
from
the
hip
with
their
eyes
shut
.
The
retreat
,
I
maintained
--
and
I
was
right
--
was
caused
by
the
screeching
of
the
steam
whistle
.
Upon
this
they
forgot
Kurtz
,
and
began
to
howl
at
me
with
indignant
protests
.
"
The
manager
stood
by
the
wheel
murmuring
confidentially
about
the
necessity
of
getting
well
away
down
the
river
before
dark
at
all
events
,
when
I
saw
in
the
distance
a
clearing
on
the
riverside
and
the
outlines
of
some
sort
of
building
.
'
What
's
this
?
'
I
asked
.
He
clapped
his
hands
in
wonder
.
'
The
station
!
'
he
cried
.
I
edged
in
at
once
,
still
going
half-speed
.
"
Through
my
glasses
I
saw
the
slope
of
a
hill
interspersed
with
rare
trees
and
perfectly
free
from
undergrowth
.
A
long
decaying
building
on
the
summit
was
half
buried
in
the
high
grass
;
the
large
holes
in
the
peaked
roof
gaped
black
from
afar
;
the
jungle
and
the
woods
made
a
background
.
There
was
no
enclosure
or
fence
of
any
kind
;
but
there
had
been
one
apparently
,
for
near
the
house
half-a-dozen
slim
posts
remained
in
a
row
,
roughly
trimmed
,
and
with
their
upper
ends
ornamented
with
round
carved
balls
.
The
rails
,
or
whatever
there
had
been
between
,
had
disappeared
.
Of
course
the
forest
surrounded
all
that
.
The
river-bank
was
clear
,
and
on
the
waterside
I
saw
a
white
man
under
a
hat
like
a
cart-wheel
beckoning
persistently
with
his
whole
arm
.
Examining
the
edge
of
the
forest
above
and
below
,
I
was
almost
certain
I
could
see
movements
--
human
forms
gliding
here
and
there
.
I
steamed
past
prudently
,
then
stopped
the
engines
and
let
her
drift
down
.
The
man
on
the
shore
began
to
shout
,
urging
us
to
land
.
'
We
have
been
attacked
,
'
screamed
the
manager
.
'
I
know
--
I
know
.
It
's
all
right
,
'
yelled
back
the
other
,
as
cheerful
as
you
please
.
'
Come
along
.
It
's
all
right
.
I
am
glad
.
'
"
His
aspect
reminded
me
of
something
I
had
seen
--
something
funny
I
had
seen
somewhere
.
As
I
manoeuvred
to
get
alongside
,
I
was
asking
myself
,
'
What
does
this
fellow
look
like
?
'
Suddenly
I
got
it
.
He
looked
like
a
harlequin
.
His
clothes
had
been
made
of
some
stuff
that
was
brown
holland
probably
,
but
it
was
covered
with
patches
all
over
,
with
bright
patches
,
blue
,
red
,
and
yellow
--
patches
on
the
back
,
patches
on
the
front
,
patches
on
elbows
,
on
knees
;
coloured
binding
around
his
jacket
,
scarlet
edging
at
the
bottom
of
his
trousers
;
and
the
sunshine
made
him
look
extremely
gay
and
wonderfully
neat
withal
,
because
you
could
see
how
beautifully
all
this
patching
had
been
done
.
A
beardless
,
boyish
face
,
very
fair
,
no
features
to
speak
of
,
nose
peeling
,
little
blue
eyes
,
smiles
and
frowns
chasing
each
other
over
that
open
countenance
like
sunshine
and
shadow
on
a
wind-swept
plain
.
'
Look
out
,
captain
!
'
he
cried
;
'
there
's
a
snag
lodged
in
here
last
night
.
'
What
!
Another
snag
?
I
confess
I
swore
shamefully
.
I
had
nearly
holed
my
cripple
,
to
finish
off
that
charming
trip
.
The
harlequin
on
the
bank
turned
his
little
pug-nose
up
to
me
.
'
You
English
?
'
he
asked
,
all
smiles
.
'
Are
you
?
'
I
shouted
from
the
wheel
.
The
smiles
vanished
,
and
he
shook
his
head
as
if
sorry
for
my
disappointment
.
Then
he
brightened
up
.
'
Never
mind
!
'
he
cried
encouragingly
.
'
Are
we
in
time
?
'
I
asked
.
'
He
is
up
there
,
'
he
replied
,
with
a
toss
of
the
head
up
the
hill
,
and
becoming
gloomy
all
of
a
sudden
.
His
face
was
like
the
autumn
sky
,
overcast
one
moment
and
bright
the
next
.
"
When
the
manager
,
escorted
by
the
pilgrims
,
all
of
them
armed
to
the
teeth
,
had
gone
to
the
house
this
chap
came
on
board
.
'
I
say
,
I
do
n't
like
this
.
These
natives
are
in
the
bush
,
'
I
said
.
He
assured
me
earnestly
it
was
all
right
.
'
They
are
simple
people
,
'
he
added
;
'
well
,
I
am
glad
you
came
.
It
took
me
all
my
time
to
keep
them
off
.
'
'
But
you
said
it
was
all
right
,
'
I
cried
.
'
Oh
,
they
meant
no
harm
,
'
he
said
;
and
as
I
stared
he
corrected
himself
,
'
Not
exactly
.
'
Then
vivaciously
,
'
My
faith
,
your
pilot-house
wants
a
clean-up
!
'
In
the
next
breath
he
advised
me
to
keep
enough
steam
on
the
boiler
to
blow
the
whistle
in
case
of
any
trouble
.
'
One
good
screech
will
do
more
for
you
than
all
your
rifles
.
They
are
simple
people
,
'
he
repeated
.
He
rattled
away
at
such
a
rate
he
quite
overwhelmed
me
.
He
seemed
to
be
trying
to
make
up
for
lots
of
silence
,
and
actually
hinted
,
laughing
,
that
such
was
the
case
.
'
Do
n't
you
talk
with
Mr.
Kurtz
?
'
I
said
.
'
You
do
n't
talk
with
that
man
--
you
listen
to
him
,
'
he
exclaimed
with
severe
exaltation
.
'
But
now
--
'
He
waved
his
arm
,
and
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
was
in
the
uttermost
depths
of
despondency
.
