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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Gradually Hardening Swedish A1-B2

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Gradually Hardening Swedish A1-B2

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
här
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
eller
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
egna
own,therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.
Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
också
also,butnotfromanindividual—heis
en
acombinationofthecharacteristicsof
tre
threeboyswhomIknew,
och
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderof
arkitektur
architecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalent
bland
amongchildrenandslavesinthe
Väst
Westattheperiodof
denna
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
eller
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
bok
bookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
och
andgirls,Ihopeit
kommer
willnotbeshunnedbymen
och
andwomenonthataccount,forpartofmy
plan
planhasbeentotrytopleasantly
påminna
remindadultsofwhatthey
en gång
oncewerethemselves,andof
hur
howtheyfeltandthought
och
andtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
ibland
sometimesengagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
Kapitel
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
No
svar
answer.
“What’sgonewiththatboy,I
undrar
wonder?
YouTOM!”
Noanswer.
Den
Theoldladypulledherspectacles
ner
downandlookedoverthemabout
den
theroom;
thensheputthem
upp
upandlookedoutunder
dem
them.
Sheseldomornever
tittade
lookedthroughthemforso
liten
smallathingasa
pojke
boy;
theywereherstatepair,
de
theprideofherheart,
och
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunde
couldhaveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustas
bra
well.
Shelookedperplexedfor
ett
amoment,andthensaid,not
våldsamt
fiercely,butstillloudenoughforthefurnitureto
höra
hear:.
“Well,IlayifI
får
getholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forby
här
thistimeshewasbending
ner
downandpunchingunderthe
sängen
bedwiththebroom,andsosheneeded
andetag
breathtopunctuatethepunches
med
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbutthe
katten
cat.
“Ineverdidsee
den
thebeatofthatboy!”
She
gick
wenttotheopendoor
och
andstoodinitand
tittade
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
och
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.
NoTom.
Soshe
lyfte
lifteduphervoiceatan
vinkel
anglecalculatedfordistanceand
skrek
shouted:.
“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’vesaidifyoudidn’t
lät
letthatjamaloneI’dskinyou.
Handmethatswitch.”
Theswitch
svävade
hoveredintheair—theperilwas
desperat
desperate—.
“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
Den
Theoldladywhirledround,
och
andsnatchedherskirtsoutof
fara
danger.
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambled
upp
upthehighboard-fence,and
försvann
disappearedoverit.
HisauntPolly
stod
stoodsurprisedamoment,andthen
bröt
brokeintoagentlelaugh.
“Hangtheboy,can’tI
aldrig
neverlearnanything?
Ain’the
spelat
playedmetricksenoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?
Men
Butoldfoolsisthe
största
biggestfoolsthereis.
Can’t
lära
learnanolddognewtricks,asthe
säger
sayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
aldrig
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
och
andhowisabodyto
veta
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearsto
veta
knowjusthowlonghe
kan
cantormentmebeforeI
få
getmydanderup,andheknowsifhe
kan
canmakeouttoputmeofffor
en
aminuteormakeme
skratta
laugh,it’salldownagain
och
andIcan’thithim
en
alick.
Iain’tdoingmy
plikt
dutybythatboy,andthat’s
det
theLord’struth,goodnessknows.
Spare
den
therodandspilethe
barnet
child,astheGoodBook
säger
says.
I’malayingup
synd
sinandsufferingforus
båda
both,Iknow.
He’sfulloftheOld
Scratch
Scratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
egna
owndeadsister’sboy,poorthing,
och
andIain’tgotthehearttolash
honom
him,somehow.
EverytimeIlethimoff,my
samvete
consciencedoeshurtmeso,
och
andeverytimeIhithimmy
gamla
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,manthatis
född
bornofwomanisoffewdays
och
andfulloftrouble,as
det
theScripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.
He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
och
andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimwork,
imorgon
tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
svårt
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
när
whenalltheboysishaving
semester
holiday,buthehateswork
mer
morethanhehatesanythingelse,
och
andI’vegottodosomeofmy
plikt
dutybyhim,orI’llbe
det
theruinationofthechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdid
spelade
playhookey,andhehad
en
averygoodtime.
He
kom
gotbackhomebarelyinseasonto
hjälpa
helpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,
såg
sawnext-day’swoodandsplit
den
thekindlingsbeforesupper—atleasthewastherein
tid
timetotellhisadventurestoJim
medan
whileJimdidthree-fourthsof
den
thework.
Tom’syoungerbrother(or
snarare
ratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythrough
med
withhispartofthework
Plocka
(pickingupchips),forhewas
en
aquietboy,andhadnoadventurous,trouble-someways.
Medan
WhileTomwaseatinghissupper,
och
andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,
Moster
AuntPollyaskedhimquestions
som
thatwerefullofguile,
och
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
många
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasher
älsklings
petvanitytobelieveshewasendowed
med
withatalentfordark
och
andmysteriousdiplomacy,andshe
älskade
lovedtocontemplatehermost
genomskinliga
transparentdevicesasmarvelsof
låg
lowcunning.
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
varmt
warminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
vill
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”
En
Abitofascareshot
genom
throughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.
Hesearched
Moster
AuntPolly’sface,butit
berättade
toldhimnothing.
Sohe
sa
said:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
Den
Theoldladyreachedouther
hand
handandfeltTom’sshirt,
och
andsaid:.
“Butyouain’ttoo
varm
warmnow,though.”
Andit
smickrade
flatteredhertoreflectthatshe
hade
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwas
torr
drywithoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
hade
hadinhermind.
Butinspiteof
henne
her,Tomknewwherethewind
låg
lay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunde
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofus
pumpade
pumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
än
yet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
tro
thinkshehadoverlookedthat
bit
bitofcircumstantialevidence,and
missat
missedatrick.
Thenshehad
en
anewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyour
skjorta
shirtcollarwhereIsewed
den
it,topumponyour
huvud
head,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Thetrouble
försvann
vanishedoutofTom’sface.
He
öppnade
openedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurely
sytt
sewed.
“Bother!
Well,go’long
med
withyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
och
andbeena-swimming.
ButI
förlåter
forgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
en
akindofasinged
katt
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyou
ser
look.
Thistime.”
Shewas
hälften
halfsorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
och
andhalfgladthatTom
hade
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Men
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,ifIdidn’t
trodde
thinkyousewedhiscollar
med
withwhitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Idid
sydde
sewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
Men
ButTomdidnotwaitforthe
resten
rest.
Ashewentoutatthe
dörren
doorhesaid:.
“Siddy,I’ll
slickar
lickyouforthat.”
In
en
asafeplaceTomexamined
två
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustinto
den
thelapelsofhisjacket,
och
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—one
nål
needlecarriedwhitethreadand
den
theotherblack.
Hesaid:.
“She’d
aldrig
nevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
ibland
sometimesshesewsitwith
vitt
white,andsometimesshesewsit
med
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dsticktoone
eller
ort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.
Men
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidfor
att
that.
I’lllearnhim!”
Hewasnotthe
Förebild
ModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kände
knewthemodelboyvery
väl
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
två
twominutes,orevenless,he
hade
hadforgottenallhistroubles.
Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhit
mindre
lessheavyandbittertohim
än
thanaman’sareto
en
aman,butbecausea
ny
newandpowerfulinterestborethem
ner
downanddrovethemoutofhismindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgottenintheexcitementof
ny
newenterprises.
Thisnewinterestwas
en
avaluednoveltyinwhistling,whichhe
hade
hadjustacquiredfromanegro,
och
andhewassufferingto
utöva
practiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
en
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortof
flytande
liquidwarble,producedbytouchingthe
tungan
tonguetotheroofofthemouthat
korta
shortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
förmodligen
probablyremembershowtodoit,ifhe
har
haseverbeenaboy.
Diligence
och
andattentionsoongavehim
det
theknackofit,andhestrodedown
det
thestreetwithhismouth
full
fullofharmonyandhissoul
full
fullofgratitude.
Hefelt
mycket
muchasanastronomerfeelswho
har
hasdiscoveredanewplanet—no
tvekan
doubt,asfarasstrong,
djup
deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewas
med
withtheboy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnot
mörkt
dark,yet.
PresentlyTomcheckedhis
visselpipa
whistle.
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
pojke
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
En
Anew-comerofanyage
eller
oreithersexwasan
imponerande
impressivecuriosityinthepoor
lilla
littleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Här
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedon
en
aweek-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
His
mössa
capwasadaintything,hisclose-buttoned
blå
blueclothroundaboutwasnew
och
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
hade
hadshoeson—anditwas
bara
onlyFriday.
Heevenwore
en
anecktie,abrightbitof
band
ribbon.
Hehadacitified
luft
airabouthimthatateintoTom’svitals.
Det
ThemoreTomstaredat
det
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherhe
vände
turneduphisnoseathisfinery
och
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
egen
ownoutfitseemedtohimto
växa
grow.
Neitherboyspoke.
Ifonemoved,
den
theothermoved—butonlysidewise,in
en
acircle;
theykeptfaceto
ansikte
faceandeyetoeyeall
de
thetime.
FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kan
canlickyou!”
“I’dliketo
se
seeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
kan
candoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
An
obekväm
uncomfortablepause.
ThenTomsaid:.
“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,ifyoufool
med
withme.”
“Ohyes—I’veseenwholefamiliesinthe
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.
Presentlytheywere
axel
shouldertoshoulder.
Tomsaid:.
“Get
bort
awayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stod
stood,eachwithafootplacedatan
vinkel
angleasabrace,and
båda
bothshovingwithmightandmain,
och
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’llmakehimdoit,too.”
“WhatdoIcareforyourbigbrother?
I’vegot
en
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,he
kan
canthrowhimoverthat
stängslet
fence,too.
“That’salie.”