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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Translation Books for Swedish A1 Learners

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Translation Books for Swedish A1 Learners

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
här
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
eller
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
egna
own,therestthoseofboys
som
whowereschoolmatesofmine.
HuckFinnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
också
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationof
den
thecharacteristicsofthreeboyswhomI
kände
knew,andthereforebelongsto
den
thecompositeorderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
alla
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodof
denna
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
eller
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
bok
bookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
och
andgirls,Ihopeit
kommer
willnotbeshunnedbymen
och
andwomenonthataccount,for
del
partofmyplanhasbeento
försöka
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
och
andofhowtheyfelt
och
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
ibland
sometimesengagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
No
svar
answer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
med
withthatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
No
svar
answer.
Theoldladypulledherspectacles
ner
downandlookedoverthemabout
den
theroom;
thensheputthem
upp
upandlookedoutunder
dem
them.
Sheseldomornever
tittade
lookedthroughthemforso
liten
smallathingasa
pojke
boy;
theywereherstatepair,theprideofherheart,
och
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunde
couldhaveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustas
bra
well.
Shelookedperplexedfor
ett
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
men
butstillloudenoughforthefurnitureto
höra
hear:.
“Well,IlayifI
får
getholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forby
här
thistimeshewasbending
ner
downandpunchingunderthe
sängen
bedwiththebroom,andsosheneededbreathtopunctuate
den
thepuncheswith.
Sheresurrected
ingenting
nothingbutthecat.
“I
aldrig
neverdidseethebeatofthatboy!”
She
gick
wenttotheopendoor
och
andstoodinitand
tittade
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
och
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.
Nej
NoTom.
Soshelifted
upp
uphervoiceatananglecalculatedfordistance
och
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewasaslightnoise
bakom
behindherandsheturned
precis
justintimetoseizeasmall
pojke
boybytheslackofhisroundabout
och
andarresthisflight.
“There!
I
kanske
might’a’thoughtofthatcloset.
Whatyoubeen
gjort
doinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Titta
Lookatyourhands.
And
titta
lookatyourmouth.
Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
vet
know,aunt.”
“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
är
is.
FortytimesI’vesaid
om
ifyoudidn’tletthatjamaloneI’dskinyou.
Handmethatswitch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Titta
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
The
gamla
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsoutofdanger.
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambled
upp
upthehighboard-fence,anddisappeared
över
overit.
HisauntPolly
stod
stoodsurprisedamoment,andthen
bröt
brokeintoagentlelaugh.
“Hangtheboy,can’tI
aldrig
neverlearnanything?
Ain’the
spelat
playedmetricksenoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?
Men
Butoldfoolsisthebiggestfoolsthere
är
is.
Can’tlearnanold
hund
dognewtricks,asthe
säger
sayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
aldrig
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
och
andhowisabodyto
veta
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearstoknowjust
hur
howlonghecantormentme
innan
beforeIgetmydanderup,
och
andheknowsifhe
kan
canmakeouttoputmeofffor
en
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’s
allt
alldownagainandIcan’t
slå
hithimalick.
Iain’t
gör
doingmydutybythatboy,
och
andthat’stheLord’struth,goodness
vet
knows.
Sparetherodandspile
den
thechild,astheGood
Boken
Booksays.
I’malayingupsin
och
andsufferingforusboth,I
vet
know.
He’sfulloftheOldScratch,
men
butlaws-a-me!
he’smyown
döda
deadsister’sboy,poorthing,
och
andIain’tgotthe
hjärtat
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Varje
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciencedoes
sårar
hurtmeso,andevery
gång
timeIhithimmy
gamla
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
människan
manthatisbornof
kvinna
womanisoffewdays
och
andfulloftrouble,as
det
theScripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.
He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
och
andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimwork,
imorgon
tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
svårt
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
när
whenalltheboysishavingholiday,
men
buthehatesworkmore
än
thanhehatesanythingelse,
och
andI’vegottodosomeofmydutyby
honom
him,orI’llbetheruinationof
det
thechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdid
spelade
playhookey,andhehad
en
averygoodtime.
He
kom
gotbackhomebarelyinseasonto
hjälpa
helpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,
såg
sawnext-day’swoodandsplit
den
thekindlingsbeforesupper—atleasthewas
där
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJim
medan
whileJimdidthree-fourthsof
den
thework.
Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
redan
alreadythroughwithhispartofthework
Plocka
(pickingupchips),forhewas
en
aquietboy,andhad
inga
noadventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
åt
eatinghissupper,andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPolly
frågade
askedhimquestionsthatwerefullofguile,
och
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
många
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanityto
tro
believeshewasendowedwith
en
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,
och
andshelovedtocontemplateher
mest
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.
Sa
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarmin
skolan
school,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
vill
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”
En
Abitofascare
skott
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
ansikte
face,butittoldhim
ingenting
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
Den
Theoldladyreachedouther
hand
handandfeltTom’sshirt,
och
andsaid:.
“Butyouain’ttoowarm
nu
now,though.”
Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshe
hade
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdry
utan
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
hade
hadinhermind.
Butinspiteof
henne
her,Tomknewwherethewind
låg
lay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunde
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
än
yet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
tro
thinkshehadoverlookedthat
bit
bitofcircumstantialevidence,and
missat
missedatrick.
Thenshehad
en
anewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollar
där
whereIsewedit,topumponyour
huvud
head,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’s
ansikte
face.
Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Tja
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
och
andbeena-swimming.
ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
en
akindofasingedcat,asthe
säger
sayingis—better’nyoulook.
Thistime.”
Shewas
hälften
halfsorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
och
andhalfgladthatTom
hade
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Men
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
om
ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollar
med
withwhitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Ididsewit
med
withwhite!
Tom!”
ButTomdidnot
väntade
waitfortherest.
Ashe
gick
wentoutatthedoorhe
sa
said:.
“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
en
asafeplaceTomexamined
två
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustinto
den
thelapelsofhisjacket,
och
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarried
vit
whitethreadandtheother
svart
black.
Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
om
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
ibland
sometimesshesewsitwith
vitt
white,andsometimesshesewsit
med
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
ena
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
den
therunof’em.
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidfor
att
that.
I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kände
knewthemodelboyvery
väl
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
två
twominutes,orevenless,he
hade
hadforgottenallhistroubles.
Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
och
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoaman,
men
butbecauseanewandpowerfulinterestborethem
ner
downanddrovethemoutofhis
sinne
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.
Detta
Thisnewinterestwasavaluednoveltyinwhistling,
som
whichhehadjustacquiredfrom
en
anegro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
en
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortofliquidwarble,producedby
röra
touchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
förmodligen
probablyremembershowtodoit,
om
ifhehaseverbeen
en
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snart
soongavehimtheknackofit,
och
andhestrodedownthe
gatan
streetwithhismouthfullofharmony
och
andhissoulfullofgratitude.
Hefelt
mycket
muchasanastronomerfeelswho
har
hasdiscoveredanewplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewas
med
withtheboy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnotdark,
än
yet.
PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
En
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
pojke
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerofanyage
eller
oreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityin
den
thepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Här
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedon
en
aweek-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
en
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwas
ny
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
hade
hadshoeson—anditwas
bara
onlyFriday.
Heevenwore
en
anecktie,abrightbitofribbon.
He
hade
hadacitifiedairabouthim
som
thatateintoTom’svitals.
Det
ThemoreTomstaredat
det
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherhe
vände
turneduphisnoseathisfinery
och
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
egen
ownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.
Neitherboy
talade
spoke.
Ifonemoved,the
andra
othermoved—butonlysidewise,inacircle;
they
höll
keptfacetofaceandeyetoeyeallthe
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
sa
said:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
göra
makeitmybusiness.”
“Well
varför
whydon’tyou?”
“Ifyou
säger
saymuch,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,you
tror
thinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunna
couldlickyouwithone
hand
handtiedbehindme,ifI
ville
wantedto.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
gör
doit?
Yousayyou
kan
candoit.”
“WellIwill,
om
ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’ve
sett
seenwholefamiliesinthe
samma
samefix.”
“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,whatahat!”
“You
kan
canlumpthathatifyoudon’t
gillar
likeit.
Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’ll
tar
takeadarewillsuckeggs.”
“You’re
en
aliar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
en
afightingliaranddasn’t
tar
takeitup.”
“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
ger
givememuchmoreofyoursassI’ll
tar
takeandbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
varför
whydon’tyoudoitthen?
What
göra
doyoukeepsayingyou
kommer
willfor?
Whydon’tyou
gör
doit?
It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
och
andmoreeyingandsidling
runt
aroundeachother.
Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
sa
said:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
bort
awayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stod
stood,eachwithafootplacedatanangleasabrace,
och
andbothshovingwithmight
och
andmain,andgloweringateachother
med
withhate.
Butneithercould
få
getanadvantage.
Afterstrugglingtill
båda
bothwerehotandflushed,eachrelaxedhisstrain
med
withwatchfulcaution,andTom
sa
said:.
“You’reacowardand
en
apup.
I’lltellmybigbrotheronyou,
och
andhecanthrashyou
med
withhislittlefinger,andI’llmakehimdo
det
it,too.”
“WhatdoIcareforyourbigbrother?
I’vegot
en
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,he
kan
canthrowhimoverthatfence,
också
too.
“That’salie.”