Приключения Тома Сойера / The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

At last he said:

�Is it genuwyne?’

Tom lifted his lip and showed the vacancy.

�Well, all right,’ said Huckleberry, �it’s a trade.’

Tom enclosed the tick in the percussion-cap box that had lately been the pinchbug’s prison, and the boys separated, each feeling wealthier than before.

When Tom reached the little isolated frame schoolhouse, he strode in briskly, with the manner of one who had come with all honest speed. He hung his hat on a peg and flung himself into his seat with business-like alacrity.

The master,[33 - Master – мужчина-учитель в школе.] throned on high in his great splint-bottom arm-chair, was dozing, lulled by the drowsy hum of study. The interruption roused him.

�Thomas Sawyer!’

Tom knew that when his name was pronounced in full, it meant trouble.

�Sir!’

�Come up here. Now, sir, why are you late again, as usual?’

Tom was about to take refuge in a lie, when he saw two long tails of yellow hair hanging down a back that he recognized by the electric sympathy of love; and by that form was THE ONLY VACANT PLACE on the girls’ side of the school-house.

He instantly said:

�I STOPPED TO TALK WITH HUCKLEBERRY FINN!’

The master’s pulse stood still, and he stared helplessly. The buzz of study ceased. The pupils wondered if this foolhardy boy had lost his mind. The master said:

�You – you did what?’

�Stopped to talk with Huckleberry Finn.’

There was no mistaking the words.

�Thomas Sawyer, this is the most astounding confession I have ever listened to. No mere ferule will answer for this offence. Take off your jacket.’

The master’s arm performed until it was tired and the stock of switches notably diminished. Then the order followed:

�Now, sir, go and sit with the girls! And let this be a warning to you.’

The titter that rippled around the room appeared to abash the boy, but in reality that result was caused rather more by his worshipful awe of his unknown idol and the dread pleasure that lay in his high good fortune.

He sat down upon the end of the pine bench and the girl hitched herself away from him with a toss of her head. Nudges and winks and whispers traversed the room, but Tom sat still, with his arms upon the long, low desk before him, and seemed to study his book.

By and by attention ceased from him, and the accustomed school murmur rose upon the dull air once more.