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The Brave Tin Soldier 1

2011-11-21T13:03:00.001+04:00

THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER

by Hans Christian Andersen

PART I

THERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers , who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered arms and looked straight

before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue.

The first thing in the world they ever heard were the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little boy, who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, was taken off. They were given him for a birthday present, and he stood at the table to set them up. The soldiers were all exactly alike, excepting one, who had only one leg; he had been left to the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to finish him, so they made him to stand firmly on one leg, and this caused him to be very remarkable.

The table on which the tin soldiers stood, was covered with other playthings, but the most attractive to the eye was a pretty little paper castle. Through the small windows the rooms could be seen. In front of the castle a number of little trees surrounded a piece of looking-glass, which was intended to represent a transparent lake.

Swans , made of wax, swam on the lake, and were reflected in it. All this was very pretty, but the prettiest of all was a tiny little lady, who stood at the open door of the castle; she, also, was made of paper, and she wore a dress of clear muslin , with a narrow blue ribbon over her shoulders just like a scarf.

In front of these was fixed a glittering tinsel rose, as large as her whole face. The little lady was a dancer, and she stretched out both her arms, and raised one of her legs so high, that the tin soldier could not see it at all, and he thought that she, like himself, had only one leg. "That is the wife for me," he thought; "but she is too grand, and lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make her acquaintance ." Then he laid himself at full length on the table behind a snuff-box that stood upon it, so that he could peep at the little delicate lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance.

When evening came, the other tin soldiers were all placed in the box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the playthings began to have their own games together, to pay visits, to have sham fights, and to give balls. The tin soldiers rattled in their box; they wanted to get out and join the amusements, but they could not open the lid.

The nut-crackers played at leap-frog, and the pencil jumped about the table. There was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk, and in poetry too. Only the tin soldier and the dancer remained in their places. She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for even a moment. The clock struck twelve, and, with a bounce, up sprang the lid of the snuff-box; but, instead of snuff, there jumped up a little black goblin ; for the snuff-box was a toy puzzle.

Dictionary-Sözlük- Словарь

	Eng	Aze
1	tin soldiers	oyuncaq əsgərlər
2	splendid	parlaq
3	utter	söyləmək
4	clap	əl çırpma
5	lid	qapaq
6	Swan	qu quşu
7	muslin	muslin (qumaş)
8	glittering	parlaq
9	tinsel	cicili bicili
10	acquaintance	tanışlıq
11	snuff-box	enfiye qutusu
12	sham	saxta
13	rattle	şaqqıltı
14	canary	kanarya
15	goblin	süpürgəsaqqal(cüce cin)

The Brave Tin Soldier-2

2011-11-21T13:01:00.001+04:00

THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER

by Hans Christian Andersen

PART II

"Tin soldier," said the goblin, "don't wish for what does not belong to you.

But the tin soldier pretended not to hear.

"Very well; wait till tomorrow, then," said the goblin.

When the children came in the next morning, they placed the tin soldier in the window. Now, whether it was the goblin who did it, or the draft, is not known, but the window flew open, and out fell the tin soldier, heels over head, from the third story, into the street beneath. It was a terrible fall; for he came head downwards, his helmet and his bayonet stuck in between the flagstones, and his one leg up in the air. The servant maid and the little boy went down

stairs directly to look for him; but he was nowhere to be seen, although once they nearly trod upon him. If he had called out, "Here I am," it would have been all right, but he was too proud to cry out for help while he wore a uniform.

Presently it began to rain, and the drops fell faster and faster, till there was a heavy shower. When it was over, two boys happened to pass by, and one of them said, "Look, there is a tin

soldier. He ought to have a boat to sail in."

So they made a boat out of a newspaper, and placed the tin soldier in it, and sent him sailing down the gutter , while the two boys ran by the side of it, and clapped their hands. Good gracious, what large waves arose in that gutter! and how fast the stream rolled on! for the

rain had been very heavy. The paper boat rocked up and down, and turned itself round sometimes so quickly that the tin soldier trembled; yet he remained firm; his countenance did not change; he looked straight before him, and shouldered his musket. Suddenly the

boat shot under a bridge which formed a part of a drain, and then it was as dark as the tin soldier's box.

"Where am I going now?" thought he. "This is the black goblin's fault, I am sure. Ah, well, if the little lady were only here with me in the boat, I should not care for any darkness."

Suddenly there appeared a great water-rat, who lived in the drain.

"Have you a passport?" asked the rat, "give it to me at once." But the tin soldier remained silent and held his musket tighter than ever. The boat sailed on and the rat followed it. How he did gnash his teeth and cry out to the bits of wood and straw, "Stop him, stop him; he has not paid toll, and has not shown his pass." But the stream rushed on stronger and stronger. The tin soldier could already see daylight shining where the arch ended. Then he heard a roaring sound quite terrible enough to frighten the bravest man. At the end of the tunnel the drain fell into a large canal over a steep place, which made it as dangerous for him as a waterfall would be to us. He was too close to it to stop, so the boat rushed on, and the poor tin soldier could only hold himself as stiffly as possible, without moving an eyelid, to show that he was not afraid. The boat whirled round three or four times, and then filled with water to the very edge; nothing could save it from sinking. He now stood up to his neck in water, while deeper and deeper sank the boat, and the paper became soft and loose with the wet, till at last the water closed over the soldier's head. He thought of the elegant little dancer whom he should never see again, and the words of the song sounded in his ears-

"Farewell , warrior! ever brave,

Drifting onward to thy grave."

Dictionary-Sözlük

	Eng	Aze
1	heels	topuq
2	helmet	dəbilqə
3	bayonet	süngü
4	gutter	nov
5	drain	kanalizasiya
6	musket	musket tüfəngi
7	gnash	xırçıldamaq
8	straw	saman çöpü
9	toll	yol pulu(rüsum)
10	thy	sənin
11	Farewell	Əlvida

The Brave Tin Soldier-Final

2011-11-21T13:00:00.001+04:00

THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER

by Hans Christian Andersen

Final

Then the paper boat fell to pieces, and the soldier sank into the water and immediately afterward was swallowed up by a great fish. Oh how dark it was inside the fish! A great deal darker than in the tunnel, and narrower too, but the tin soldier continued firm, and

lay at full length shouldering his musket. The fish swam to and fro, making the most wonderful movements, but at last he became quite still. After a while, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through him, and then the daylight approached, and a voice cried out, "I declare

here is the tin soldier." The fish had been caught, taken to the market and sold to the cook, who took him into the kitchen and cut him open with a large knife. She picked up the soldier and held him by the waist between her finger and thumb, and carried him into the room.

They were all anxious to see this wonderful soldier who had traveled about inside a fish; but he was not at all proud. They placed him on the table, and- how many curious things do happen in the world!- there he was in the very same room from the window of which he had fallen, there were the same children, the same playthings, standing on the table, and the pretty castle with the elegant little dancer at the door; she still balanced herself on one leg, and held up the other, so she was as firm as himself. It touched the tin soldier so much to see her that he almost wept tin tears, but he kept them back. He only looked at her and they both remained silent. Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove. He had no reason for doing so, therefore it must have been the fault of the black goblin who lived in the snuff-box. The flames lit up the tin soldier, as he stood, the heat was very terrible, but whether it proceeded from the real fire or from the fire of love he could not tell. Then he could see that the bright colors were faded from his uniform, but whether they had been washed off during his journey or from the effects of his sorrow , no one could say. He looked at the little lady, and she looked at him. He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draft of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was burned black as a cinder .

Dictionary-Sözluk

	Eng	Aze
1	swallow	udmaq
2	anxious	narahat
3	wept(weep)	ağlamaq
4	cinder	köz
5	firm	mətanətli
6	maid	xadimə
7	ashes	köz
8	sorrow	kədər

The Dancing Partner by Jerome K. Jerome

2011-11-21T11:44:00.001+04:00

"This story," commenced MacShaugnassy, "comes from Furtwangen, a small town

in the Black Forest. There lived there a very wonderful old fellow named

Nicholaus Geibel. His business was the making of mechanical toys, at which

work he had acquired an almost European reputation. He made rabbits that

would emerge from the heart of a cabbage, flop their ears, smooth their

whiskers, and disappear again; cats that would wash their faces, and mew so

naturally that dogs would mistake them for real cats and fly at them; dolls

with phonographs concealed within them, that would raise their hats and say,

'Good morning; how do you do?' and some that would even sing a song.

"But, he was something more than a mere mechanic; he was an artist. His work

was with him a hobby, almost a passion. His shop was filled with all manner

of strange things that never would, or could, be sold -- things he had made

for the pure love of making them. He had contrived a mechanical donkey that

would trot for two hours by means of stored electricity, and trot, too, much

faster than the live article, and with less need for exertion on the part of

the driver, a bird that would shoot up into the air, fly round and round in

a circle, and drop to earth at the exact spot from where it started; a

skeleton that, supported by an upright iron bar, would dance a hornpipe, a

life-size lady doll that could play the fiddle, and a gentleman with a

hollow inside who could smoke a pipe and drink more lager beer than any

three average German students put together, which is saying much.

"Indeed, it was the belief of the town that old Geibel could make a man

capable of doing everything that a respectable man need want to do. One day

he made a man who did too much, and it came about in this way:

"Young Doctor Follen had a baby, and the baby had a birthday. Its first

birthday put Doctor Follen's household into somewhat of a flurry, but on the

occasion of its second birthday, Mrs. Doctor Follen gave a ball in honour of

the event. Old Geibel and his daughter Olga were among the guests.

"During the afternoon of the next day some three or four of Olga's bosom

friends, who had also been present at the ball, dropped in to have a chat

about it. They naturally fell to discussing the men, and to criticizing

their dancing. Old Geibel was in the room, but he appeared to be absorbed in

his newspaper, and the girls took no notice of him.

"'There seem to be fewer men who can dance at every ball you go to,' said

one of the girls.

"'Yes, and don't the ones who can give themselves airs,' said another; 'they

make quite a favor of asking you.'

"'And how stupidly they talk,' added a third. 'They always say exactly the

same things: "How charming you are looking to-night." "Do you often go to

Vienna? Oh, you should, it's delightful." "What a charming dress you have

on." "What a warm day it has been." "Do you like Wagner?" I do wish they'd

think of something new.'

"'Oh, I never mind how they talk,' said a forth. 'If a man dances well he

may be a fool for all I care.'

"'He generally is,' slipped in a thin girl, rather spitefully.

"'I go to a ball to dance,' continued the previous speaker, not noticing the

interruption. 'All I ask is that he shall hold me firmly, take me round

steadily, and not get tired before I do.'

"'A clockwork figure would be the thing for you,' said the girl who had

interrupted.

"'Bravo!' cried one of the others, clapping her hands, 'what a capital

idea!'

"'What's a capital idea?' they asked.

"'Why, a clockwork dancer, or, better still, one that would go by

electricity and never run down.'

"The girls took up the idea with enthusiasm.

"'Oh, what a lovely partner he would make,' said one; 'he would never kick

you, or tread on your toes.'

"'Or tear your dress,' said another.

"'Or get out of step.'

"'Or get giddy and lean on you.'

"'And he would never want to mop his face with his handkerchief. I do hate

to see a man do that after every dance.'

"'And wouldn't want to spend the whole evening in the supper-room.'

"'Why, with a phonograph inside him to grind out all the stock remarks, you

would not be able to tell him from a real man,' said the girl who had first

suggested the idea.

"Oh yes, you would,' said the thin girl, 'he would be so much nicer.'

"Old Geibel had laid down his paper, and was listening with both his ears.

On one of the girls glancing in his direction, however, he hurriedly hid

himself again behind it.

"After the girls were gone, he went into his workshop, where Olga heard him

walking up and down, and every now and then chuckling to himself; and that

night he talked to her a good deal about dancing and dancing men -- asked

what dances were most popular -- what steps were gone through, with many

other questions bearing on the subject.

"Then for a couple of weeks he kept much to his factory, and was very

thoughtful and busy, though prone at unexpected moments to break into a

quiet low laugh, as if enjoying a joke that nobody else knew of.

"A month later another ball took place in Furtwangen. On this occasion it

was given by old Wenzel, the wealthy timber merchant, to celebrate his

niece's betrothal, and Geibel and his daughter were again among the invited.

"When the hour arrived to set out, Olga sought her father. Not finding him

in the house, she tapped at the door of his workshop. He appeared in his

shirt-sleeves, looking hot but radiant.

"Don't wait for me,' he said, 'you go on, I'll follow you. I've got

something to finish.'

"As she turned to obey he called after her, 'Tell them I'm going to bring a

young man with me -- such a nice young man, and an excellent dancer. All the

girls will like him.' Then he laughed and closed the door.

"Her father generally kept his doings secret from everybody, but she had a

pretty shrewd suspicion of what he had been planning, and so, to a certain

extent, was able to prepare the guests for what was coming. Anticipation ran

high, and the arrival of the famous mechanist was eagerly awaited.

"At length the sound of wheels was heard outside, followed by a great

commotion in the passage, and old Wenzel himself, his jolly face red with

excitement and suppressed laughter, burst into the room and announced in

stentorian tones:

"'Herr Geibel -- and a friend.'

"Herr Geibel and his 'friend' entered, greeted with shouts of laughter and

applause, and advanced to the centre of the room.

"'Allow me, ladies and gentlemen,' said Herr Geibel, 'to introduce you to my

friend, Lieutenant Fritz. Fritz, my dear fellow, bow to the ladies and

gentlemen.'

"Geibel placed his hand encouragingly on Fritz's shoulder, and the

Lieutenant bowed low, accompanying the action with a harsh clicking noise in

his throat, unpleasantly suggestive of a death-rattle. But that was only a

detail.

"'He walks a little stiffly' (old Geibel took his arm and walked him forward

a few steps. He certainly did walk stiffly), 'but then, walking is not his

forte. He is essentially a dancing man. I have only been able to teach him

the waltz as yet, but at that he is faultless. Come, which of you ladies may

I introduce him to as a partner? He keeps perfect time; he never gets tired;

he won't kick you or trad on your dress; he will hold you as firmly as you

like, and go as quickly or a slowly as you please; he never gets giddy; and

he is full of conversation. Come, speak up for yourself, my boy.'

"The old gentleman twisted one of the buttons at the back of his coat, and

immediately Fritz opened his mouth, and in thin tones that appeared to

proceed from the back of his head, remarked suddenly, 'May I have the

pleasure?' and then shut his mouth again with a snap.

"That Lieutenant Fritz had made a strong impression on the company was

undoubted, yet none of the girls seemed inclined to dance with him. They

looked askance at his waxen face, with its staring eyes and fixed smile, and

shuddered. At last old Geibel came to the girl who had conceived the idea.

"'It is your own suggestion, carried out to the letter,' said Geibel, 'an

electric dancer. You owe it to the gentleman to give him a trial.'

"She was a bright, saucy little girl, fond of a frolic. Her host added his

entreaties, and she consented.

"Her Geibel fixed the figure to her. Its right arm was screwed round her

waist, and held her firmly; its delicately jointed left hand was made to

fasten upon her right. The old toymaker showed her how to regulate its

speed, and how to stop it, and release herself.

"'It will take you round in a complete circle,' he explained; 'be careful

that no one knocks against you, and alters its course.'

"The music struck up. Old Geibel put the current in motion, and Annette and

her strange partner began to dance.

"For a while everyone stood watching them. The figure performed its purpose

admirably. Keeping perfect time and step, and holding its little partner

tight clasped in an unyielding embrace, it revolved steadily, pouring forth

at the same time a constant flow of squeaky conversation, broken by brief

intervals of grinding silence.

"'How charming you are looking tonight,' it remarked in its thin, far-away

voice. 'What a lovely day it has been. Do you like dancing? How well our

steps agree. You will give me another, won't you? Oh, don't be so cruel.

What a charming gown you have on. Isn't waltzing delightful? I could go on

dancing for ever -- with you. Have you had supper?'

"As she grew more familiar with the uncanny creature, the girl's nervousness

wore off, and she entered into the fun of the thing.

"'Oh, he's just lovely,' she cried, laughing; 'I could go on dancing with

him all my life.'

"Couple after couple now joined them, and soon all the dancers in the room

were whirling round behind them. Nicholaus Geibel stood looking on, beaming

with childish delight at his success.

"Old Wenzel approached him, and whispered something in his ear. Geibel

laughed and nodded, and the two worked their way quietly towards the door.

"'This is the young people's house to-night,' said Wenzel, as soon as they

were outside; 'you and I will have a quiet pipe and glass of hock, over in

the counting-house.'

"Meanwhile the dancing grew more fast and furious. Little Annette loosened

the screw regulating her partner's rate of progress, and the figure flew

round with her swifter and swifter. Couple after couple dropped out

exhausted, but they only went the faster, till at length they remained

dancing alone.

"Madder and madder became the waltz. The music lagged behind: the musicians,

unable to keep pace, ceased, and sat staring. The younger guests applauded,

but the older faces began to grow anxious.

"'Hadn't you better stop, dear,' said one of the women, 'you'll make

yourself so tired.'

"But Annette did not answer.

"'I believe she's fainted,' cried out a girl who had caught sight of her

face as it was swept by.

"One of the men sprang forward and clutched at the figure, but its impetus

threw him down on to the floor, where its steel-cased feet laid bare his

cheek. The thing evidently did not intend to part with its prize so easily.

"Had any one retained a cool head, the figure, one cannot help thinking,

might easily have been stopped. Two or three men acting in concert might

have lifted it bodily off the floor, or have jammed it into a corner. But

few human heads are capable of remaining cool under excitement. Those who

are not present think how stupid must have been those wh were; those who are

reflect afterwards how simple it would have been to do this, that, or the

other, if only they had thought of it at the time.

"The women grew hysterical. The men shouted contradictory directions to one

another. Tow of them made a bungling rush at the figure, which had the end

result of forcing it out of its orbit at the centre of the room, and sending

it crashing against the walls and furniture. A stream of blood showed itself

down the girl's white frock, and followed her along the floor. The affair

was becoming horrible. The women rushed screaming from the room. The men

followed them.

"One sensible suggestion was made: 'Find Geibel -- fetch Geibel.'

"No one had noticed him leave the room, no one knew where he was. A party

went in search of him. The others, too unnerved to go back into the

ballroom, crowded outside the door and listened. They could hear the steady

whir of the wheels upon the polished floor as the thing spun round and

round; the dull thud as every now and again it dashed itself and its burden

against some opposing object and ricocheted off in a new direction.

"And everlastingly it talked in that thin ghostly voice, repeating over and

over the same formula: 'How charming you look to-night. What a lovely day it

has been. Oh, don't be so cruel. I could go on dancing for ever -- with you.

Have you had supper?'

"Of course they sought Geibel everywhere but where he was. They looked in

every room in the house, then they rushed off in a body to his own place,

and spent precious minutes waking up his deaf old housekeeper. At last it

occurred to one of the party that Wenzel was missing also, and then the idea

of the counting-house across the yard presented itself to them, and there

they found him.

"He rose up, very pale, and followed them; and he and old Wenzel forced

their way through the crowd of guests gathered outside, and entered the

room, and locked the door behind them.

"From within there came the muffled sound of low voices and quick steps,

followed by a confused scuffling noise, then silence, then the low voices

again.

"After a time the door opened, and those near it pressed forward to enter,

but old Wenzel's broad head and shoulders barred the way.

"I want you -- and you, Bekler,' he said, addressing a couple of the elder

men. His voice was calm, but his face was deadly white. 'The rest of you,

please go -- get the women away as quickly as you can.'

"From that day old Nicholaus Geibel confined himself to the making of

mechanical rabbits, and cats that mewed and washed their faces."

The Old Man and the Sea

2011-03-06T13:05:00.000+04:00

The Old Man and the Sea

Ernest Hemingway

(1951)

(Sample Scene)

When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down. The boy took the old army blanket off the bed and spread it over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders. They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward. His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun. The old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face. The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze . He was barefooted.

The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep.

“Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees.

The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.

“What have you got?” he asked.

“Supper,” said the boy. “We’re going to have supper.”

“I’m not very hungry.”

“Come on and eat. You can’t fish and not eat.”

“I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it. Then he started to fold the blanket.

“Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said. “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.”

“Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said. “What are we eating?”

“Black beans and rice, fried bananas, and some stew.”

The boy had brought them in a two-Decker metal container from the Terrace. The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set.

“Who gave this to you?”

“Martin. The owner.”

“I must thank him.”

“I thanked him already,” the boy said. “You don’t need to thank him.”

“I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said. “Has he done this for us more than once?”

“I think so.”

“I must give him something more than the belly meat then. He is very thoughtful for us.”

“He sent two beers.”

“I like the beer in cans best.”

“I know. But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.”

“That’s very kind of you,” the old man said. “Should we eat?”

“I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently. “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.”

“I’m ready now,” the old man said. “I only needed time to wash.”

Where did you wash? The boy thought. The village water supply was two streets down the road. I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel. Why am I so thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket.

Dictionary-Sözlük- Словарь

	English	Turkish	Russian
1	asleep	uykuda	спящий
2	blanket	battaniye	одеяло
3	neck	boyun	шея
4	creases	kırışıklıklar	складки
5	patch	yamak	заплата
6	faded	soluk	бледный
7	breeze	esinti	ветер
8	barefooted	yalınayak	босоногий
9	fold	katlama	сгиб
10	beans	fasulye	фасоль
11	stew	güveç	тушеное мясо
12	napkin	peçete	салфетка
13	belly	karın	живот
14	thoughtful	düşünceli	задумчивый

THE GAMBLER

2011-03-06T13:04:00.000+04:00

THE GAMBLER

by FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY

Translated by CJ Hogarth

At length I returned from two weeks leave of absence to find that my patrons had arrived three days ago in Roulettenberg. I received from them a welcome quite different to that which I had expected. The General eyed me coldly, greeted me in rather haughty fashion, and dismissed me to pay my respects to his sister. It was clear that from SOMEWHERE money had been acquired . I thought I could even detect a certain shame facedness in the General's glance. Maria Philipovna, too, seemed distraught , and conversed with me with an air of detachment .

Nevertheless, she took the money which I handed to her, counted it, and listened to what I had to tell. To luncheon there were expected that day a Monsieur Mezentsov, a French lady, and an

Englishman; for, whenever money was in hand, a banquet in Muscovite style was always given. Polina Alexandrovna, on seeing me, inquired why I had been so long away. Then, without waiting for an answer, she departed . Evidently this was not mere accident, and I felt that I must throw some light upon matters. It was high time that I did so.

I was assigned a small room on the fourth floor of the hotel (for you must know that I belonged to the General's suite). So far as I could see, the party had already gained some notoriety in the place, which had come to look upon the General as a Russian nobleman of great wealth. Indeed, even before luncheon he charged me, among other things, to get two thousand-franc notes changed for him at the hotel counter, which put us in a position to be thought millionaires at all events for a week!

Later, I was about to take Mischa and Nadia for a walk when a summons reached me from the staircase that I must attend the General. He began by deigning to inquire of me where I was going to take the children; and as he did so, I could see that he failed to look me in the eyes. He WANTED to do so, but each time was met by me with such a fixed, disrespectful stare that he desisted in confusion. In pompous language, however, which jumbled one sentence into another, and at length grew disconnected, he gave me to understand that I was to lead the children altogether away from the Casino, and out into the park. Finally his anger exploded, and he added sharply:

"I suppose you would like to take them to the Casino to play roulette? Well, excuse my speaking so plainly, but I know how addicted you are to gambling. Though I am not your mentor, nor wish to be, at least I have a right to require that you shall not actually compromise me."

"I have no money for gambling," I quietly replied."

But you will soon be in receipt of some," retorted the General, reddening a little as he dived into his writing desk and applied himself to a memorandum book. From it he saw that he

had 120 roubles of mine in his keeping. "Let us calculate," he went on. "We must translate these roubles into thalers. Here--take 100 thalers, as a round sum. Therest will be safe in my hands."

In silence I took the money.

"You must not be offended at what I say," he continued. "You are too touchy about these things. What I have said I have said merely as a warning. To do so is no more than my right."

Dictionary-Sözlük- Словарь

	English	Turkish	Russian
1	haughty	mağrur	высокомерный
2	dismiss	azletme	отпускать
3	acquire	elde etmek	приобрести
4	distraught	çıldırmış	потерявший рассудок
5	detachment	tarafsızlık	разъединение
6	Muscovite	Rus	московский
7	depart	ayrılmak	отбывать
8	nobleman	asilzade	аристократ
9	summons	davet	вызов
10	desist	vazgeçmek	переставать
11	pompous	kendini beğenmiş	помпезный
12	jumble	karmakarışık şey	беспорядок
13	addicted	bağımlı	склонный
14	redden	kırmızılaşmak	покраснение

T O M S A W Y E R

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T O M S A W Y E R

CHAPTER I

Sample Scene

Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer

Enterprises they sometimes engaged in. by Mark Twain

"TOM!"

No answer.

"TOM!"

No answer.

"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"

No answer.

The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service--she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:

"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll--"

She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.

"I never did see the beat of that boy!"

She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:

"Y-o-u-u TOM!"

There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight.

"There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What IS that truck ?"

"I don't know, aunt."

"Well, I know. It's jam--that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch."

The switch hovered in the air--the peril was desperate--

"My! Look behind you, aunt!"

The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it.

Dictionary-Sözlük- Словарь

1	English	Turkish	Russian
2	spectacles	gözlük	Очки
3	pride	gurur	гордость
4	perplexed	şaşırmış	ошеломлённый
5	fiercely	şiddetle	свирепо
6	resurrected	dirilen	воскресший
7	weed	yabani ot	сорняк
8	seize	tutmak	хватать
9	slack	zayıf	слабый
10	arrest	tutuklama	арест
11	truck	bostan sebzesi	овощи
12	hovered	üstünde uçmak	рывок
13	peril	tehlike	борьба
14	scramble	tırmanış	карабкаться
15	lad	delikanlı	парень
16	whirl	dönmek	кружение