Остров сокровищ / Treasure Island

Everyone here in Bristol helped us when they heard where we wanted to go – for treasure, I mean.

“Redruth,” said I, “Dr. Livesey will not like that. The squire was talking, after all.”

I read straight on:

Blandly himself found the Hispaniola. But some people say that the Hispaniola belonged to him, and that he sold it me absurdly high.

I found an old sailor, he knew all the seamen in Bristol, and wanted to get to sea again. His name is Long John Silver [30 - Long John Silver – Долговязый Джон Сильвер], and he has lost a leg.

With the help of Silver I gathered a company of real sea dogs.

So now, Livesey, there’s no time to lose. Let young Hawkins go at once to see his mother and then come quickly to Bristol.

В В В В John Trelawney.

PS: Blandly has found us an excellent man to be captain. His name is Smollett [31 - Smollett – Смоллетт].

The next day, after dinner, Redruth and I were afoot again and on the road. I said good-bye to Mother and the cove where I lived, and the dear old Admiral Benbow.

Next moment we had turned the corner and my home was out of sight. Soon we found ourselves in Bristol.

I was going to sea myself, to sea in a schooner, with real seamen, to sea, and to seek for buried treasure! While I was still in this delightful dream, we came suddenly in front of a large inn and met Squire Trelawney, all dressed out like a sea-officer, in stout blue cloth, coming out of the door with a smile on his face.

“Here you are,” he cried, “and the doctor came last night from London. Bravo! The ship’s company complete!”

“Oh, sir,” cried I, “when do we sail?”

“Sail!” said he. “We sail tomorrow!”

8. At the Sign of the Spy-glass [32 - At the Sign of the Spy-glass – Под вывеской «Подзорная Труба»]

The squire gave me a note addressed to John Silver, at the sign of the Spy-glass. The sign was newly painted; the windows had red curtains.

The customers were mostly seamen, and they talked very loudly.

As I was waiting, a man came out of a side room, and I was sure he must be Long John. His left leg was cut off close by the hip, and under the left shoulder he carried a crutch. He was very tall and strong, with a face as big as a ham [33 - as big as a ham – большим, как окорок] – plain and pale, but intelligent and smiling.

One look at the man before me was enough.