-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Жюль Верн
-
- 20 000 лье под водой
-
- Стр. 192/240
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
replied
the
Canadian
,
whose
enthusiasm
had
somewhat
calmed
;
"
it
is
a
terrible
spectacle
,
certainly
.
But
I
am
not
a
butcher
.
I
am
a
hunter
,
and
I
call
this
a
butchery
.
"
"
It
is
a
massacre
of
mischievous
creatures
,
"
replied
the
Captain
;
"
and
the
Nautilus
is
not
a
butcher
's
knife
.
"
"
I
like
my
harpoon
better
,
"
said
the
Canadian
.
"
Every
one
to
his
own
,
"
answered
the
Captain
,
looking
fixedly
at
Ned
Land
.
I
feared
he
would
commit
some
act
of
violence
,
which
would
end
in
sad
consequences
.
But
his
anger
was
turned
by
the
sight
of
a
whale
which
the
Nautilus
had
just
come
up
with
.
The
creature
had
not
quite
escaped
from
the
cachalot
's
teeth
.
I
recognised
the
southern
whale
by
its
flat
head
,
which
is
entirely
black
.
Anatomically
,
it
is
distinguished
from
the
white
whale
and
the
North
Cape
whale
by
the
seven
cervical
vertebrae
,
and
it
has
two
more
ribs
than
its
congeners
.
The
unfortunate
cetacean
was
lying
on
its
side
,
riddled
with
holes
from
the
bites
,
and
quite
dead
.
From
its
mutilated
fin
still
hung
a
young
whale
which
it
could
not
save
from
the
massacre
.
Its
open
mouth
let
the
water
flow
in
and
out
,
murmuring
like
the
waves
breaking
on
the
shore
.
Captain
Nemo
steered
close
to
the
corpse
of
the
creature
.
Two
of
his
men
mounted
its
side
,
and
I
saw
,
not
without
surprise
,
that
they
were
drawing
from
its
breasts
all
the
milk
which
they
contained
,
that
is
to
say
,
about
two
or
three
tons
.
The
Captain
offered
me
a
cup
of
the
milk
,
which
was
still
warm
.
I
could
not
help
showing
my
repugnance
to
the
drink
;
but
he
assured
me
that
it
was
excellent
,
and
not
to
be
distinguished
from
cow
's
milk
.
I
tasted
it
,
and
was
of
his
opinion
.
It
was
a
useful
reserve
to
us
,
for
in
the
shape
of
salt
butter
or
cheese
it
would
form
an
agreeable
variety
from
our
ordinary
food
.
From
that
day
I
noticed
with
uneasiness
that
Ned
Land
's
ill-will
towards
Captain
Nemo
increased
,
and
I
resolved
to
watch
the
Canadian
's
gestures
closely
.
The
Nautilus
was
steadily
pursuing
its
southerly
course
,
following
the
fiftieth
meridian
with
considerable
speed
.
Did
he
wish
to
reach
the
pole
?
I
did
not
think
so
,
for
every
attempt
to
reach
that
point
had
hitherto
failed
.
Again
,
the
season
was
far
advanced
,
for
in
the
Antarctic
regions
the
13th
of
March
corresponds
with
the
13th
of
September
of
northern
regions
,
which
begin
at
the
equinoctial
season
.
On
the
14th
of
March
I
saw
floating
ice
in
latitude
55
°
,
merely
pale
bits
of
debris
from
twenty
to
twenty-five
feet
long
,
forming
banks
over
which
the
sea
curled
.
The
Nautilus
remained
on
the
surface
of
the
ocean
.
Ned
Land
,
who
had
fished
in
the
Arctic
Seas
,
was
familiar
with
its
icebergs
;
but
Conseil
and
I
admired
them
for
the
first
time
.
In
the
atmosphere
towards
the
southern
horizon
stretched
a
white
dazzling
band
.
English
whalers
have
given
it
the
name
of
"
ice
blink
.
"
However
thick
the
clouds
may
be
,
it
is
always
visible
,
and
announces
the
presence
of
an
ice
pack
or
bank
.
Accordingly
,
larger
blocks
soon
appeared
,
whose
brilliancy
changed
with
the
caprices
of
the
fog
.
Some
of
these
masses
showed
green
veins
,
as
if
long
undulating
lines
had
been
traced
with
sulphate
of
copper
;
others
resembled
enormous
amethysts
with
the
light
shining
through
them
.
Some
reflected
the
light
of
day
upon
a
thousand
crystal
facets
.
Others
shaded
with
vivid
calcareous
reflections
resembled
a
perfect
town
of
marble
.
The
more
we
neared
the
south
the
more
these
floating
islands
increased
both
in
number
and
importance
.
At
60
°
lat
.
every
pass
had
disappeared
.
But
,
seeking
carefully
,
Captain
Nemo
soon
found
a
narrow
opening
,
through
which
he
boldly
slipped
,
knowing
,
however
,
that
it
would
close
behind
him
.
Thus
,
guided
by
this
clever
hand
,
the
Nautilus
passed
through
all
the
ice
with
a
precision
which
quite
charmed
Conseil
;
icebergs
or
mountains
,
ice-fields
or
smooth
plains
,
seeming
to
have
no
limits
,
drift-ice
or
floating
ice-packs
,
plains
broken
up
,
called
palchs
when
they
are
circular
,
and
streams
when
they
are
made
up
of
long
strips
.
The
temperature
was
very
low
;
the
thermometer
exposed
to
the
air
marked
2
°
or
3
°
below
zero
,
but
we
were
warmly
clad
with
fur
,
at
the
expense
of
the
sea-bear
and
seal
.
The
interior
of
the
Nautilus
,
warmed
regularly
by
its
electric
apparatus
,
defied
the
most
intense
cold
.
Besides
,
it
would
only
have
been
necessary
to
go
some
yards
beneath
the
waves
to
find
a
more
bearable
temperature
.
Two
months
earlier
we
should
have
had
perpetual
daylight
in
these
latitudes
;
but
already
we
had
had
three
or
four
hours
of
night
,
and
by
and
by
there
would
be
six
months
of
darkness
in
these
circumpolar
regions
.
On
the
15th
of
March
we
were
in
the
latitude
of
New
Shetland
and
South
Orkney
.
The
Captain
told
me
that
formerly
numerous
tribes
of
seals
inhabited
them
;
but
that
English
and
American
whalers
,
in
their
rage
for
destruction
,
massacred
both
old
and
young
;
thus
,
where
there
was
once
life
and
animation
,
they
had
left
silence
and
death
.
About
eight
o’clock
on
the
morning
of
the
16th
of
March
the
Nautilus
,
following
the
fifty-fifth
meridian
,
cut
the
Antarctic
polar
circle
.
Ice
surrounded
us
on
all
sides
,
and
closed
the
horizon
.
But
Captain
Nemo
went
from
one
opening
to
another
,
still
going
higher
.
I
can
not
express
my
astonishment
at
the
beauties
of
these
new
regions
.
The
ice
took
most
surprising
forms
.
Here
the
grouping
formed
an
oriental
town
,
with
innumerable
mosques
and
minarets
;
there
a
fallen
city
thrown
to
the
earth
,
as
it
were
,
by
some
convulsion
of
nature
.
The
whole
aspect
was
constantly
changed
by
the
oblique
rays
of
the
sun
,
or
lost
in
the
greyish
fog
amidst
hurricanes
of
snow
.
Detonations
and
falls
were
heard
on
all
sides
,
great
overthrows
of
icebergs
,
which
altered
the
whole
landscape
like
a
diorama
.
