PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
tej
thisbookreallyoccurred;one
ali
ortwowereexperiencesofmyown,therestthoseofboyski
whowereschoolmatesofmine.Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;TomSawyer
tudi
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisakombinacija
combinationofthecharacteristicsoftreh
threeboyswhomIknew,in
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderofarhitekture
architecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalent
med
amongchildrenandslavesintheZahodu
Westattheperiodofthisstory—thatistosay,thirtyali
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmybookisintended
predvsem
mainlyfortheentertainmentofboysandgirls,Iupam
hopeitwillnotbeshunnedbymenandwomenonthataccount,fordel
partofmyplanhasbeentotrytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheynekoč
oncewerethemselves,andofkako
howtheyfeltandthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheyvčasih
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
Poglavje
CHAPTERI“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
s
withthatboy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
Noanswer.
Je
Theoldladypulledherspectaclesnavzdol
downandlookedoverthemaboutje
theroom;thensheputthemup
in
andlookedoutunderthem.She
redko
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallastvar
thingasaboy;theywereherstate
par
pair,theprideofhersrca
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shecouldhaveseenskozi
throughapairofstove-lidsjustaswell.Shelookedperplexedfora
trenutek
moment,andthensaid,notfiercely,vendar
butstillloudenoughforthepohištvo
furnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
če
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnotfinish,forbythistimeshewasbendingdown
in
andpunchingunderthebeds
withthebroom,andsosheneededdihanje
breathtopunctuatethepunchess
with.Sheresurrectednothingbutthe
mačke
cat.“Ineverdidseethebeatofthatboy!”
Shewentto
je
theopendoorandstoodinitin
andlookedoutamongthetomatovinesin
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedje
thegarden.NoTom.
Sosheliftedupher
glas
voiceatananglecalculatedfordistancein
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewasa
rahel
slightnoisebehindherandsheturnedjustintimetoseizeasmallfanta
boybytheslackofhisroundaboutin
andarresthisflight.“There!
Imight’a’thoughtofthat
omaro
closet.Whatyoubeendoinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Poglej
Lookatyourhands.And
poglej
lookatyourmouth.Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
vem
know,aunt.”“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
je
is.FortytimesI’vesaid
če
ifyoudidn’tletthatjammiru
aloneI’dskinyou.Handmethatswitch.”
Je
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.“My!
Poglej
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”The
stara
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsoutofdanger.Je
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambledupje
thehighboard-fence,anddisappearedčez
overit.HisauntPollystoodsurprised
je
amoment,andthenbrokeintoje
agentlelaugh.“Hangthe
fanta
boy,can’tIneverlearnničesar
anything?Ain’theplayedmetricks
dovolj
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?Ampak
Butoldfoolsisthenajvečji
biggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearnanold
psa
dognewtricks,asthesayingis.Ampak
Butmygoodness,heneverplaysthemalike,dva
twodays,andhowisatelo
bodytoknowwhat’scoming?He’pearstoknowjust
kako
howlonghecantormentmepreden
beforeIgetmydanderup,in
andheknowsifhelahko
canmakeouttoputmeoffforaminuto
minuteormakemelaugh,it’svse
alldownagainandIcan’tzadeti
hithimalick.Iain’tdoingmydutyby
to
thatboy,andthat’stheLord’sresnica
truth,goodnessknows.Sparethe
palico
rodandspilethechild,astheDobra
GoodBooksays.I’malayingupsin
in
andsufferingforusboth,Ivem
know.He’sfulloftheOldScratch,
ampak
butlaws-a-me!he’smyowndeadsister’sboy,
ubogi
poorthing,andIain’tgotje
thehearttolashhim,nekako
somehow.EverytimeIlethimoff,my
vest
consciencedoeshurtmeso,in
andeverytimeIhithimmystaro
oldheartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,
človek
manthatisbornofženska
womanisoffewdaysin
andfulloftrouble,asthePismo
Scripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimwork,
jutri
tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
težko
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,ko
whenalltheboysishavingholiday,vendar
buthehatesworkmorekot
thanhehatesanythingelse,in
andI’vegottodonekaj
someofmydutybyhim,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdidplayhookey,
in
andhehadaverydober
goodtime.Hegotback
domov
homebarelyinseasontohelpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,sawnext-day’sles
woodandsplitthekindlingspred
beforesupper—atleasthewastam
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJimmedtem ko
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthedela
work.Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
že
alreadythroughwithhispartofthework(pickingupchips),forhewasamiren
quietboy,andhadnoadventurous,trouble-someways.Medtem ko
WhileTomwaseatinghissupper,in
andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,Teta
AuntPollyaskedhimquestionski
thatwerefullofguile,in
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Likemany
druge
othersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanitytobelieveshewasendowedz
withatalentfordarkin
andmysteriousdiplomacy,andshelovedtocontemplatehernajbolj
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
toplo
warminschool,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
iti
goina-swimming,Tom?”Abitof
je
ascareshotthroughTom—adotik
touchofuncomfortablesuspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
obraz
face,butittoldhimnič
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,not
zelo
verymuch.”Theoldladyreachedouther
roko
handandfeltTom’sshirt,in
andsaid:.“Butyouain’t
preveč
toowarmnow,though.”Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshehaddiscoveredthat
je
theshirtwasdrywithoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshehadinhermislih
mind.Butinspiteofher,Tomknew
kje
wherethewindlay,now.Soheforestalledwhatmightbethenext
poteza
move:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
še
yet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedtothinkshehadoverlookedthatbitofcircumstantial
dokazov
evidence,andmissedatrick.Thenshehad
je
anewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollar
kjer
whereIsewedit,topumponyourglavo
head,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Je
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’sface.Heopenedhis
jakno
jacket.Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
No
Well,go’longwithyou.I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
in
andbeena-swimming.ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’reakindofasinged
mačka
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.Thistime.”
Shewas
pol
halfsorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,andpol
halfgladthatTomhadstumbledintoobedientconductforenkrat
once.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,
zdaj
now,ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhisovratnik
collarwithwhitethread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Ididsewit
z
withwhite!Tom!”
ButTomdidnotwaitfortherest.
Ashewentoutatthe
vrata
doorhesaid:.“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
Inasafe
mestu
placeTomexaminedtwolargeneedleski
whichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisjacket,in
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarriedbelo
whitethreadandtheotherčrno
black.Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
če
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.Confoundit!
včasih
sometimesshesewsitwithwhite,andvčasih
sometimesshesewsitwithblack.Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
enega
oneort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.Ampak
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforthat.I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthe
vasi
village.Heknewthemodel
fanta
boyverywellthough—andloathedga
him.Withintwominutes,or
celo
evenless,hehadforgottenvse
allhistroubles.Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhit
manj
lessheavyandbittertohimthanaman’saretoaman,ampak
butbecauseanewandmočan
powerfulinterestborethemdownin
anddrovethemoutofhisuma
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.This
novo
newinterestwasavaluednovost
noveltyinwhistling,whichhehadpravkar
justacquiredfromanegro,in
andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedinapeculiarbird-liketurn,asortofliquidwarble,producedbytouchingthetonguetotheroofofthe
ust
mouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thebralec
readerprobablyremembershowtodoto
it,ifhehaseverbeenadeček
boy.Diligenceandattentionsoongavehimtheknackofit,
in
andhestrodedowntheulici
streetwithhismouthfullofharmonyin
andhissoulfullofgratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomerfeels
ki
whohasdiscoveredanewplanet—nodvoma
doubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theprednost
advantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnot
temno
dark,yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
Je
Astrangerwasbeforehim—afant
boyashadelargerthanhimself.Anew-comerofany
starost
ageoreithersexwasanimpressiveradovednost
curiosityinthepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Ta
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedonje
aweek-day.Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
je
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedmodra
blueclothroundaboutwasnewin
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.Hehadshoeson—anditwasonly
Petek
Friday.Heevenworeanecktie,a
svetel
brightbitofribbon.Hehadacitified
zrak
airabouthimthatateintoTom’svitals.The
bolj
moreTomstaredatthečudovito
splendidmarvel,thehigherheturneduphisnos
noseathisfineryandtheshabbierin
andshabbierhisownoutfitseemedtohimtorastejo
grow.Neitherboyspoke.
If
eden
onemoved,theothermoved—butsamo
onlysidewise,inacircle;theykept
obraz
facetofaceandeyetoeyeallthečas
time.FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
lahko
canlickyou!”“I’dliketoseeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
lahko
candoit.”“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Anuncomfortable
pavza
pause.ThenTomsaid:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
da
makeitmybusiness.”“Wellwhydon’tyou?”
“Ifyousay
veliko
much,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
Icouldlickyou
z
withonehandtiedbehindme,če
ifIwantedto.”“Wellwhydon’tyoudoit?
You
rekel
sayyoucandoit.”“WellIwill,
če
ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’veseenwholefamiliesinthe
isti
samefix.”“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’re
nekaj
some,now,don’tyou?Oh,whatahat!”
“You
lahko
canlumpthathatifyoudon’tvšeč
likeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’lltakea
upal
darewillsuckeggs.”“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’reafighting
lažnivec
liaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
dal
givememuchmoreofyoursassI’lltakein
andbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,of
seveda
courseyouwill.”“WellIwill.”
“Wellwhydon’tyoudoitthen?
Whatdoyoukeepsayingyouwillfor?
Whydon’tyoudoit?
It’s
ker
becauseyou’reafraid.”“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Drug
Anotherpause,andmoreeyingin
andsidlingaroundeachother.Trenutno
Presentlytheywereshouldertoramo
shoulder.Tomsaid:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
stran
awayyourself!”“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,
vsaka
eachwithafootplacedatanangleasabrace,in
andbothshovingwithmightin
andmain,andgloweringatvsaka
eachotherwithhate.But
nobeden
neithercouldgetanadvantage.Po
Afterstrugglingtillbothwerehotin
andflushed,eachrelaxedhisstrainz
withwatchfulcaution,andTomsaid:.“You’rea
strahopetec
cowardandapup.I’ll
povedal
tellmybigbrotheronyou,in
andhecanthrashyous
withhislittlefinger,andI’llda
makehimdoit,too.”“WhatdoIcareforyourbig
brata
brother?I’vegotabrotherthat’s
večji
biggerthanheis—andwhat’sveč
more,hecanthrowhimčez
overthatfence,too.“That’s
je
alie.”