-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Марк Твен
-
- Приключения Гекльберри Финна
-
- Стр. 195/248
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
In
the
morning
we
was
up
at
break
of
day
,
and
down
to
the
nigger
cabins
to
pet
the
dogs
and
make
friends
with
the
nigger
that
fed
Jim
--
if
it
WAS
Jim
that
was
being
fed
.
The
niggers
was
just
getting
through
breakfast
and
starting
for
the
fields
;
and
Jim
's
nigger
was
piling
up
a
tin
pan
with
bread
and
meat
and
things
;
and
whilst
the
others
was
leaving
,
the
key
come
from
the
house
.
This
nigger
had
a
good-natured
,
chuckle-headed
face
,
and
his
wool
was
all
tied
up
in
little
bunches
with
thread
.
That
was
to
keep
witches
off
.
He
said
the
witches
was
pestering
him
awful
these
nights
,
and
making
him
see
all
kinds
of
strange
things
,
and
hear
all
kinds
of
strange
words
and
noises
,
and
he
did
n't
believe
he
was
ever
witched
so
long
before
in
his
life
.
He
got
so
worked
up
,
and
got
to
running
on
so
about
his
troubles
,
he
forgot
all
about
what
he
'd
been
a-going
to
do
.
So
Tom
says
:
"
What
's
the
vittles
for
?
Going
to
feed
the
dogs
?
"
The
nigger
kind
of
smiled
around
graduly
over
his
face
,
like
when
you
heave
a
brickbat
in
a
mud-puddle
,
and
he
says
:
"
Yes
,
Mars
Sid
,
A
dog
.
Cur
'
us
dog
,
too
.
Does
you
want
to
go
en
look
at
'
im
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
I
hunched
Tom
,
and
whispers
:
"
You
going
,
right
here
in
the
daybreak
?
THAT
war
n't
the
plan
.
"
"
No
,
it
war
n't
;
but
it
's
the
plan
NOW
.
"
So
,
drat
him
,
we
went
along
,
but
I
did
n't
like
it
much
.
