-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Эрнест Хэмингуэй
-
- Старик и море
-
- Стр. 60/68
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
lay
in
the
stern
and
steered
and
watched
for
the
glow
to
come
in
the
sky
.
I
have
half
of
him
,
he
thought
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
have
the
luck
to
bring
the
forward
half
in
.
I
should
have
some
luck
.
No
,
he
said
.
You
violated
your
luck
when
you
went
too
far
outside
.
"
Don
’
t
be
silly
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
And
keep
awake
and
steer
.
You
may
have
much
luck
yet
.
"
"
I
’
d
like
to
buy
some
if
there
’
s
any
place
they
sell
it
,
"
he
said
.
What
could
I
buy
it
with
?
he
asked
himself
.
Could
I
buy
it
with
a
lost
harpoon
and
a
broken
knife
and
two
bad
hands
?
"
You
might
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
tried
to
buy
it
with
eighty
-
four
days
at
sea
.
They
nearly
sold
it
to
you
too
.
"
I
must
not
think
nonsense
,
he
thought
.
Luck
is
a
thing
that
comes
in
many
forms
and
who
can
recognize
her
?
I
would
take
some
though
in
any
form
and
pay
what
they
asked
.
I
wish
I
could
see
the
glow
from
the
lights
,
he
thought
.
I
wish
too
many
things
.
But
that
is
the
thing
I
wish
for
now
.
He
tried
to
settle
more
comfortably
to
steer
and
from
his
pain
he
knew
he
was
not
dead
.
He
saw
the
reflected
glare
of
the
lights
of
the
city
at
what
must
have
been
around
ten
o
’
clock
at
night
.
They
were
only
perceptible
at
first
as
the
light
is
in
the
sky
before
the
moon
rises
.
Then
they
were
steady
to
see
across
the
ocean
which
was
rough
now
with
the
increasing
breeze
.
He
steered
inside
of
the
glow
and
he
thought
that
now
,
soon
,
he
must
hit
the
edge
of
the
stream
.
Now
it
is
over
,
he
thought
.
They
will
probably
hit
me
again
.
But
what
can
a
man
do
against
them
in
the
dark
without
a
weapon
?
He
was
stiff
and
sore
now
and
his
wounds
and
all
of
the
strained
parts
of
his
body
hurt
with
the
cold
of
the
night
.
I
hope
I
do
not
have
to
fight
again
,
he
thought
.
I
hope
so
much
I
do
not
have
to
fight
again
.
