-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Жюль Верн
-
- 20 000 лье под водой
-
- Стр. 10/240
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Ned
Land
was
a
Canadian
,
with
an
uncommon
quickness
of
hand
,
and
who
knew
no
equal
in
his
dangerous
occupation
.
Skill
,
coolness
,
audacity
,
and
cunning
he
possessed
in
a
superior
degree
,
and
it
must
be
a
cunning
whale
to
escape
the
stroke
of
his
harpoon
.
Ned
Land
was
about
forty
years
of
age
;
he
was
a
tall
man
-LRB-
more
than
six
feet
high
-RRB-
,
strongly
built
,
grave
and
taciturn
,
occasionally
violent
,
and
very
passionate
when
contradicted
.
His
person
attracted
attention
,
but
above
all
the
boldness
of
his
look
,
which
gave
a
singular
expression
to
his
face
.
Who
calls
himself
Canadian
calls
himself
French
;
and
,
little
communicative
as
Ned
Land
was
,
I
must
admit
that
he
took
a
certain
liking
for
me
.
My
nationality
drew
him
to
me
,
no
doubt
.
It
was
an
opportunity
for
him
to
talk
,
and
for
me
to
hear
,
that
old
language
of
Rabelais
,
which
is
still
in
use
in
some
Canadian
provinces
.
The
harpooner
's
family
was
originally
from
Quebec
,
and
was
already
a
tribe
of
hardy
fishermen
when
this
town
belonged
to
France
.
Little
by
little
,
Ned
Land
acquired
a
taste
for
chatting
,
and
I
loved
to
hear
the
recital
of
his
adventures
in
the
polar
seas
.
He
related
his
fishing
,
and
his
combats
,
with
natural
poetry
of
expression
;
his
recital
took
the
form
of
an
epic
poem
,
and
I
seemed
to
be
listening
to
a
Canadian
Homer
singing
the
Iliad
of
the
regions
of
the
North
.
I
am
portraying
this
hardy
companion
as
I
really
knew
him
.
We
are
old
friends
now
,
united
in
that
unchangeable
friendship
which
is
born
and
cemented
amidst
extreme
dangers
.
Ah
,
brave
Ned
!
I
ask
no
more
than
to
live
a
hundred
years
longer
,
that
I
may
have
more
time
to
dwell
the
longer
on
your
memory
.
Now
,
what
was
Ned
Land
's
opinion
upon
the
question
of
the
marine
monster
?
I
must
admit
that
he
did
not
believe
in
the
unicorn
,
and
was
the
only
one
on
board
who
did
not
share
that
universal
conviction
.
He
even
avoided
the
subject
,
which
I
one
day
thought
it
my
duty
to
press
upon
him
.
One
magnificent
evening
,
the
30th
July
-LRB-
that
is
to
say
,
three
weeks
after
our
departure
-RRB-
,
the
frigate
was
abreast
of
Cape
Blanc
,
thirty
miles
to
leeward
of
the
coast
of
Patagonia
.
We
had
crossed
the
tropic
of
Capricorn
,
and
the
Straits
of
Magellan
opened
less
than
seven
hundred
miles
to
the
south
.
Before
eight
days
were
over
the
Abraham
Lincoln
would
be
ploughing
the
waters
of
the
Pacific
.
Seated
on
the
poop
,
Ned
Land
and
I
were
chatting
of
one
thing
and
another
as
we
looked
at
this
mysterious
sea
,
whose
great
depths
had
up
to
this
time
been
inaccessible
to
the
eye
of
man
.
I
naturally
led
up
the
conversation
to
the
giant
unicorn
,
and
examined
the
various
chances
of
success
or
failure
of
the
expedition
.
But
,
seeing
that
Ned
Land
let
me
speak
without
saying
too
much
himself
,
I
pressed
him
more
closely
.
"
Well
,
Ned
,
"
said
I
,
"
is
it
possible
that
you
are
not
convinced
of
the
existence
of
this
cetacean
that
we
are
following
?
Have
you
any
particular
reason
for
being
so
incredulous
?
"
The
harpooner
looked
at
me
fixedly
for
some
moments
before
answering
,
struck
his
broad
forehead
with
his
hand
-LRB-
a
habit
of
his
-RRB-
,
as
if
to
collect
himself
,
and
said
at
last
,
"
Perhaps
I
have
,
Mr.
Aronnax
.
"
