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Роберт Льюис Стивенсон. Treasure Island / Остров сокровищ
Part I. The Old Buccaneer
Chapter I. At the “Admiral Benbow”
Chapter II. Black Dog Appears and Disappears
Chapter III. The Black Spot
Chapter IV. The Sea-Chest
Chapter V. The Last of the Blind Man
Chapter VI. The Captain's Papers
Part II. The Sea-Cook
Chapter VII. I Go to Bristol
Chapter VIII. At the Sign of the “Spyglass”
Chapter IX. Powder and Arms
Chapter X. The Voyage
Chapter XI. What I Heard in the Apple Barrel
Chapter XII. Council of War
Part III. My Shore Adventure
Chapter XIII. How My Shore Adventure Began
Chapter XIV. The First Blow
Chapter XV. The Man of the Island
Part IV. The Stockade
Chapter XVI. Narrative Continued by the Doctor – How the Ship Was Abandoned
Chapter XVII. Narrative Continued by the Doctor – The Jollyboat's Last Trip
Chapter XVIII. Narrative Continued by the Doctor – End of the First Day's Fighting
Chapter XIX. Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins – The Garrison in the Stockade
Chapter XX. Silver's Embassy
Chapter XXI. The Attack
Part V. My Sea Adventure
Chapter XXII. How My Sea Adventure Began
Chapter XXIII. The Ebbtide Runs
Chapter XXIV. The Cruise of the Coracle
Chapter XXV. I Strike the Jolly Roger
Chapter XXVI. Israel Hands
Chapter XXVII “Pieces of Eight”
Part VI. Captain Silver
Chapter XXVIII. In the Enemy's Camp
Chapter XXIX. The Black Spot Again
Chapter XXX. On Parole
Chapter XXXI. The Treasure-Hunt – Flint's Pointer
Chapter XXXII. The Treasure-Hunt – The Voice Among the Trees
Chapter XXXIII. The Fall of a Chieftain
Chapter XXXIV. And Last
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Squire Trelawney, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go back to the time when my father kept the “Admiral Benbow” Inn, and the brown old seaman, with the saber cut, first took up his lodging under our roof.
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a handbarrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the saber cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:
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Of course I said I would go with my mother; and of course they all cried out at our foolhardiness; but even then not a man would go along with us. All they would do was to give me a loaded pistol, lest we were attacked; and to promise to have horses ready saddled, in case we were pursued on our return; while one lad was to ride forward to the doctor's in search of armed assistance.
My heart was beating fiercely when we two set forth in the cold night upon this dangerous venture. A full moon was beginning to rise and peered redly through the upper edges of the fog, and this increased our haste, for it was plain, before we came forth again, that all would be bright as day, and our departure exposed to the eyes of any watchers. We slipped along the hedges, noiseless and swift, nor did we see or hear anything to increase our terrors till, to our huge relief, the door of the “Admiral Benbow” had closed behind us.
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