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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Translation Books for Danish A1-B2 Learners

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Translation Books for Danish A1-B2 Learners

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
denne
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
eller
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
egne
own,therestthoseofboys
der
whowereschoolmatesofmine.
Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
også
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisa
kombination
combinationofthecharacteristicsof
tre
threeboyswhomIknew,
og
andthereforebelongstothecomposite
orden
orderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
alle
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesinthe
Vesten
Westattheperiodof
denne
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
eller
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
bog
bookisintendedmainlyforthe
underholdning
entertainmentofboysandgirls,I
håber
hopeitwillnotbeshunnedbymen
og
andwomenonthataccount,for
del
partofmyplanhasbeento
forsøge
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
og
andofhowtheyfelt
og
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheysometimes
engageret
engagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Ikke
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
med
withthatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Ikke
Noanswer.
Theoldlady
trak
pulledherspectaclesdownand
kiggede
lookedoverthemabouttheroom;
thenshe
lagde
putthemupandlooked
ud
outunderthem.
Sheseldom
eller
orneverlookedthroughthemforso
lille
smallathingasa
dreng
boy;
theywereherstate
par
pair,theprideofherheart,
og
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunne
couldhaveseenthrougha
par
pairofstove-lidsjustas
godt
well.
Shelookedperplexedfor
et
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
men
butstillloudenoughforthefurnitureto
høre
hear:.
“Well,IlayifI
får
getholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnot
færdig
finish,forbythistimeshewas
bøjede
bendingdownandpunchingunderthe
sengen
bedwiththebroom,andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepunches
med
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbutthe
katten
cat.
“Ineverdidsee
den
thebeatofthatboy!”
She
gik
wenttotheopendoor
og
andstoodinitand
kiggede
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
og
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthe
haven
garden.
NoTom.
Soshe
løftede
lifteduphervoiceat
en
ananglecalculatedfordistance
og
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
en
aslightnoisebehindher
og
andsheturnedjustintimeto
gribe
seizeasmallboyby
den
theslackofhisroundabout
og
andarresthisflight.
“There!
Imight’a’
tænkte
thoughtofthatcloset.
Whatyoubeen
lavet
doinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Se
Lookatyourhands.
And
se
lookatyourmouth.
Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
ved
know,aunt.”
“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
er
is.
FortytimesI’vesaid
hvis
ifyoudidn’tletthat
syltetøj
jamaloneI’dskinyou.
Handmethatswitch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwas
desperat
desperate—.
“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
Den
Theoldladywhirledround,
og
andsnatchedherskirtsoutofdanger.
Thelad
flygtede
fledontheinstant,scrambled
op
upthehighboard-fence,and
forsvandt
disappearedoverit.
HisauntPolly
stod
stoodsurprisedamoment,andthen
brød
brokeintoagentlelaugh.
“Hangtheboy,can’tI
aldrig
neverlearnanything?
Ain’the
spillet
playedmetricksenoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimby
dette
thistime?
Butoldfoolsis
de
thebiggestfoolsthereis.
Can’t
lære
learnanolddognewtricks,asthe
siger
sayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
aldrig
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
og
andhowisabodyto
vide
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearsto
ved
knowjusthowlonghe
kan
cantormentmebeforeIgetmydanderup,
og
andheknowsifhe
kan
canmakeouttoputmeofffor
et
aminuteormakeme
grine
laugh,it’salldownagain
og
andIcan’thithim
et
alick.
Iain’tdoingmy
pligt
dutybythatboy,andthat’stheLord’s
sandhed
truth,goodnessknows.
Sparetherod
og
andspilethechild,as
den
theGoodBooksays.
I’m
en
alayingupsinandsufferingforus
begge
both,Iknow.
He’sfullof
den
theOldScratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
egen
owndeadsister’sboy,poor
ting
thing,andIain’tgotthe
hjertet
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Hver
EverytimeIlethimoff,my
samvittighed
consciencedoeshurtmeso,
og
andeverytimeIhithimmy
gamle
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
manden
manthatisbornof
kvinde
womanisoffewdays
og
andfulloftrouble,as
det
theScripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.
He’ll
spille
playhookeythisevening,[*]andI’ll
bare
justbeobleegedtomakehim
arbejde
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
svært
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
når
whenalltheboysishaving
ferie
holiday,buthehateswork
mere
morethanhehatesanythingelse,
og
andI’vegottodosomeofmy
pligt
dutybyhim,orI’llbe
det
theruinationofthechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tom
gjorde
didplayhookey,andhe
havde
hadaverygoodtime.
He
kom
gotbackhomebarelyinseasonto
hjælpe
helpJim,thesmallcolored
dreng
boy,sawnext-day’swoodand
splittede
splitthekindlingsbeforesupper—atleasthewas
der
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJim
mens
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthe
arbejdet
work.
Tom’syoungerbrother(or
snarere
ratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythrough
med
withhispartofthe
arbejdet
work(pickingupchips),forhewas
en
aquietboy,andhad
ingen
noadventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
spiste
eatinghissupper,andstealing
sukker
sugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPolly
stillede
askedhimquestionsthatwere
fuld
fullofguile,andverydeep—forshe
ønskede
wantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Likemany
andre
othersimple-heartedsouls,itwasher
kæledyr
petvanitytobelieveshewasendowed
med
withatalentfordark
og
andmysteriousdiplomacy,andshe
elskede
lovedtocontemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsof
lav
lowcunning.
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
varmt
warminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerful
varm
warm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
ville
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”
En
Abitofascare
skud
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortable
mistanke
suspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
ansigt
face,butittoldhim
intet
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
Den
Theoldladyreachedouther
hånden
handandfeltTom’sshirt,
og
andsaid:.
“Butyouain’ttoo
varm
warmnow,though.”
Andit
smigrede
flatteredhertoreflectthatshe
havde
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwas
tør
drywithoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
havde
hadinhermind.
Butin
trods
spiteofher,Tomknew
hvor
wherethewindlay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunne
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofus
pumpet
pumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
endnu
yet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
tro
thinkshehadoverlookedthatbitof
indicier
circumstantialevidence,andmisseda
trick
trick.
Thenshehada
ny
newinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyour
skjorte
shirtcollarwhereIsewed
det
it,topumponyour
hoved
head,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Thetrouble
forsvandt
vanishedoutofTom’sface.
He
åbnede
openedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurely
syet
sewed.
“Bother!
Well,go’long
med
withyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
og
andbeena-swimming.
ButI
tilgiver
forgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
en
akindofasinged
kat
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyou
ser
look.
Thistime.”
Shewashalf
ked
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
og
andhalfgladthatTom
havde
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Men
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
hvis
ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhis
krave
collarwithwhitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Idid
syede
sewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
Men
ButTomdidnotwaitforthe
resten
rest.
Ashewentoutatthe
døren
doorhesaid:.
“Siddy,I’ll
slikke
lickyouforthat.”
Inasafe
sted
placeTomexaminedtwolargeneedles
der
whichwerethrustintothelapelsofhis
jakke
jacket,andhadthreadbound
om
aboutthem—oneneedlecarriedwhite
tråd
threadandtheotherblack.
He
sagde
said:.
“She’dnevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confound
den
it!
sometimesshesewsit
med
withwhite,andsometimesshesewsit
med
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
ene
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
den
therunof’em.
ButI
vil vædde
betyouI’lllamSidfor
at
that.
I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kendte
knewthemodelboyvery
godt
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
to
twominutes,orevenless,he
havde
hadforgottenallhistroubles.
Not
fordi
becausehistroubleswereonewhit
mindre
lessheavyandbittertohim
end
thanaman’saretoa
mand
man,butbecauseanew
og
andpowerfulinterestborethem
ned
downanddrovethemoutofhis
sind
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
glemt
forgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.
Denne
Thisnewinterestwasavalued
nyhed
noveltyinwhistling,whichhe
havde
hadjustacquiredfromanegro,
og
andhewassufferingto
praktisere
practiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
en
apeculiarbird-liketurn,a
slags
sortofliquidwarble,producedby
røre
touchingthetonguetothe
taget
roofofthemouthat
korte
shortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
sandsynligvis
probablyremembershowtodoit,
hvis
ifhehaseverbeen
en
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snart
soongavehimtheknackofit,
og
andhestrodedownthe
gaden
streetwithhismouthfullof
harmoni
harmonyandhissoulfullof
taknemmelighed
gratitude.
Hefeltmuchasanastronomer
følte
feelswhohasdiscovereda
ny
newplanet—nodoubt,asfaras
stærk
strong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewas
med
withtheboy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnot
mørkt
dark,yet.
PresentlyTomcheckedhis
fløjte
whistle.
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
dreng
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerofany
alder
ageoreithersexwasan
imponerende
impressivecuriosityinthepoor
lille
littleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Denne
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—well
klædt
dressedonaweek-day.
Thiswas
simpelthen
simplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
en
adaintything,hisclose-buttoned
blå
blueclothroundaboutwasnew
og
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
havde
hadshoeson—anditwasonly
Fredag
Friday.
Heevenworeanecktie,abright
smule
bitofribbon.
Hehad
en
acitifiedairabouthim
der
thatateintoTom’svitals.
Det
ThemoreTomstaredat
det
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherheturned
op
uphisnoseathisfinery
og
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
eget
ownoutfitseemedtohimto
vokse
grow.
Neitherboyspoke.
Ifone
bevægede
moved,theothermoved—butonlysidewise,ina
cirkel
circle;
theykeptfaceto
ansigt
faceandeyetoeyeallthe
tiden
time.
FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kan
canlickyou!”
“I’dliketo
se
seeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
kan
candoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
En
Anuncomfortablepause.
ThenTom
sagde
said:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
gøre
makeitmybusiness.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou?”
“Ifyou
siger
saymuch,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Der
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunne
couldlickyouwithone
hånd
handtiedbehindme,ifI
ville
wantedto.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
gør
doit?
Yousayyou
kan
candoit.”
“WellIwill,
hvis
ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’veseen
hele
wholefamiliesinthesamefix.”
“Smarty!
You
tror
thinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,what
en
ahat!”
“Youcanlumpthat
hat
hatifyoudon’tlike
den
it.
Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’ll
tage
takeadarewillsuckeggs.”
“You’re
en
aliar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
en
afightingliaranddasn’t
tage
takeitup.”
“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
giver
givememuchmoreofyoursassI’ll
tage
takeandbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,of
selvfølgelig
courseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
hvorfor
whydon’tyoudoitthen?
Whatdoyoukeep
siger
sayingyouwillfor?
Whydon’tyou
gør
doit?
It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
og
andmoreeyingandsidling
omkring
aroundeachother.
Presentlytheywere
skulder
shouldertoshoulder.
Tomsaid:.
“Get
væk
awayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stod
stood,eachwithafoot
placeret
placedatanangleasabrace,
og
andbothshovingwithmight
og
andmain,andgloweringat
hver
eachotherwithhate.
Butneither
kunne
couldgetanadvantage.
After
kæmpet
strugglingtillbothwerehot
og
andflushed,eachrelaxedhis
belastning
strainwithwatchfulcaution,andTom
sagde
said:.
“You’reacowardand
en
apup.
I’lltellmybigbrotheronyou,
og
andhecanthrashyou
med
withhislittlefinger,andI’llmakehimdo
det
it,too.”
“WhatdoIcareforyourbigbrother?
I’vegot
en
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,he
kan
canthrowhimoverthat
hegnet
fence,too.
“That’salie.”