-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Марк Твен
-
- Приключения Гекльберри Финна
-
- Стр. 91/248
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
It
was
Jim
's
voice
--
nothing
ever
sounded
so
good
before
.
I
run
along
the
bank
a
piece
and
got
aboard
,
and
Jim
he
grabbed
me
and
hugged
me
,
he
was
so
glad
to
see
me
.
He
says
:
"
Laws
bless
you
,
chile
,
I
'
uz
right
down
sho
'
you
's
dead
agin
.
Jack
's
been
heah
;
he
say
he
reck
'n
you
's
ben
shot
,
kase
you
didn
'
come
home
no
mo
'
;
so
I
's
jes
'
dis
minute
a
startin
'
de
raf
'
down
towards
de
mouf
er
de
crick
,
so
's
to
be
all
ready
for
to
shove
out
en
leave
soon
as
Jack
comes
agin
en
tells
me
for
certain
you
IS
dead
.
Lawsy
,
I
's
mighty
glad
to
git
you
back
again
,
honey
.
"
I
says
:
"
All
right
--
that
's
mighty
good
;
they
wo
n't
find
me
,
and
they
'll
think
I
've
been
killed
,
and
floated
down
the
river
--
there
's
something
up
there
that
'll
help
them
think
so
--
so
do
n't
you
lose
no
time
,
Jim
,
but
just
shove
off
for
the
big
water
as
fast
as
ever
you
can
.
"
I
never
felt
easy
till
the
raft
was
two
mile
below
there
and
out
in
the
middle
of
the
Mississippi
.
Then
we
hung
up
our
signal
lantern
,
and
judged
that
we
was
free
and
safe
once
more
I
had
n't
had
a
bite
to
eat
since
yesterday
,
so
Jim
he
got
out
some
corn-dodgers
and
buttermilk
,
and
pork
and
cabbage
and
greens
--
there
ai
n't
nothing
in
the
world
so
good
when
it
's
cooked
right
--
and
whilst
I
eat
my
supper
we
talked
and
had
a
good
time
.
I
was
powerful
glad
to
get
away
from
the
feuds
,
and
so
was
Jim
to
get
away
from
the
swamp
.
We
said
there
war
n't
no
home
like
a
raft
,
after
all
.
Other
places
do
seem
so
cramped
up
and
smothery
,
but
a
raft
do
n't
.
You
feel
mighty
free
and
easy
and
comfortable
on
a
raft
.
TWO
or
three
days
and
nights
went
by
;
I
reckon
I
might
say
they
swum
by
,
they
slid
along
so
quiet
and
smooth
and
lovely
.
Here
is
the
way
we
put
in
the
time
.
It
was
a
monstrous
big
river
down
there
--
sometimes
a
mile
and
a
half
wide
;
we
run
nights
,
and
laid
up
and
hid
daytimes
;
soon
as
night
was
most
gone
we
stopped
navigating
and
tied
up
--
nearly
always
in
the
dead
water
under
a
towhead
;
and
then
cut
young
cottonwoods
and
willows
,
and
hid
the
raft
with
them
.
Then
we
set
out
the
lines
.
Next
we
slid
into
the
river
and
had
a
swim
,
so
as
to
freshen
up
and
cool
off
;
then
we
set
down
on
the
sandy
bottom
where
the
water
was
about
knee
deep
,
and
watched
the
daylight
come
.
Not
a
sound
anywheres
--
perfectly
still
--
just
like
the
whole
world
was
asleep
,
only
sometimes
the
bullfrogs
a-cluttering
,
maybe
.
The
first
thing
to
see
,
looking
away
over
the
water
,
was
a
kind
of
dull
line
--
that
was
the
woods
on
t
'
other
side
;
you
could
n't
make
nothing
else
out
;
then
a
pale
place
in
the
sky
;
then
more
paleness
spreading
around
;
then
the
river
softened
up
away
off
,
and
war
n't
black
any
more
,
but
gray
;
you
could
see
little
dark
spots
drifting
along
ever
so
far
away
--
trading
scows
,
and
such
things
;
and
long
black
streaks
--
rafts
;
sometimes
you
could
hear
a
sweep
screaking
;
or
jumbled
up
voices
,
it
was
so
still
,
and
sounds
come
so
far
;
and
by
and
by
you
could
see
a
streak
on
the
water
which
you
know
by
the
look
of
the
streak
that
there
's
a
snag
there
in
a
swift
current
which
breaks
on
it
and
makes
that
streak
look
that
way
;
and
you
see
the
mist
curl
up
off
of
the
water
,
and
the
east
reddens
up
,
and
the
river
,
and
you
make
out
a
log-cabin
in
the
edge
of
the
woods
,
away
on
the
bank
on
t
'
other
side
of
the
river
,
being
a
woodyard
,
likely
,
and
piled
by
them
cheats
so
you
can
throw
a
dog
through
it
anywheres
;
then
the
nice
breeze
springs
up
,
and
comes
fanning
you
from
over
there
,
so
cool
and
fresh
and
sweet
to
smell
on
account
of
the
woods
and
the
flowers
;
but
sometimes
not
that
way
,
because
they
've
left
dead
fish
laying
around
,
gars
and
such
,
and
they
do
get
pretty
rank
;
and
next
you
've
got
the
full
day
,
and
everything
smiling
in
the
sun
,
and
the
song-birds
just
going
it
!
A
little
smoke
could
n't
be
noticed
now
,
so
we
would
take
some
fish
off
of
the
lines
and
cook
up
a
hot
breakfast
.
And
afterwards
we
would
watch
the
lonesomeness
of
the
river
,
and
kind
of
lazy
along
,
and
by
and
by
lazy
off
to
sleep
.
Wake
up
by
and
by
,
and
look
to
see
what
done
it
,
and
maybe
see
a
steamboat
coughing
along
up-stream
,
so
far
off
towards
the
other
side
you
could
n't
tell
nothing
about
her
only
whether
she
was
a
stern-wheel
or
side-wheel
;
then
for
about
an
hour
there
would
n't
be
nothing
to
hear
nor
nothing
to
see
--
just
solid
lonesomeness
.
Next
you
'd
see
a
raft
sliding
by
,
away
off
yonder
,
and
maybe
a
galoot
on
it
chopping
,
because
they
're
most
always
doing
it
on
a
raft
;
you
'd
see
the
axe
flash
and
come
down
--
you
do
n't
hear
nothing
;
you
see
that
axe
go
up
again
,
and
by
the
time
it
's
above
the
man
's
head
then
you
hear
the
K'CHUNK
!
--
it
had
took
all
that
time
to
come
over
the
water
.
So
we
would
put
in
the
day
,
lazying
around
,
listening
to
the
stillness
.
Once
there
was
a
thick
fog
,
and
the
rafts
and
things
that
went
by
was
beating
tin
pans
so
the
steamboats
would
n't
run
over
them
.
A
scow
or
a
raft
went
by
so
close
we
could
hear
them
talking
and
cussing
and
laughing
--
heard
them
plain
;
but
we
could
n't
see
no
sign
of
them
;
it
made
you
feel
crawly
;
it
was
like
spirits
carrying
on
that
way
in
the
air
.
Jim
said
he
believed
it
was
spirits
;
but
I
says
:
