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Robert Louis Stevenson   

Treasure Island  



Part One  

The Old Pirate  

Chapter 1  1

Old Sea Wolf at the Admiral Benbow Tavern       

Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the other gentlemen earnestly asked me to tell them all about Treasure Island.  ,               . Except, of course, the geographical coordinates of the island, since part of the treasure has not yet been removed from there. ,  ,   ,       . In compliance with their requests, I take up my pen in the present year of 17..., and my mind goes back to the time when my father and mother kept the Admiral Benbow Tavern, and when an old seaman with a scar on his face suddenly appeared in our house.   ,       17       ,                     .

I remember everything as if it happened only yesterday.   ,      . He walked heavily to the door of the tavern.  ,     . A wheelbarrow with his sea chest was wheeled behind him.        . The stranger was a big fellow with a sunburned and weather-beaten face.         . His long hair fell in pigtails over the collar of his dirty jacket.         . His hands were rough and bruised, and his nails were dirty and broken.  ,       . A crimson sabre scar ran across one cheek.       . I remember him looking back at the bay, whistling to himself, and then suddenly yelling the old sea song that he used to sing so often afterwards: Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! ,     ,   ,       ,     :     ,--,   !

He sang in a high, old-man's hoarse and cracked voice, which resembled the creaking of a tamper .   , -    ,   .

Then he knocked on our door with his gunspike stick and rudely demanded a glass of rum from my father.        ,   ,       . When the rum was served, he sipped it slowly, savoring it with the air of a connoisseur, and glancing now at the shore, now at our sign.    ,     ,         ,    .

"Not a bad cove," he muttered at last.   ,    . - And a good place for a tavern.       . And how many people do you have, master?      , ?

My father replied that, unfortunately, not much.  , ,  , .

"Very well," said the sailor.  ,   .  A suitable parking spot.      . Hey, kid, come here! , ,  ! he shouted to the man who was pushing the wheelbarrow behind him.     ,     . - Come closer and help me get the chest in.         . I'll stop here for a little while.    . I am an easy  going man, " he continued.   ,   . " Rum, pork belly, and eggs are all I need, plus this cliff to keep an eye on the passing ships.   ,       ,   ,      ,     . What's my name?   ? You can just call me Captain.      . Oh, yes, and this!  ,   !



And he threw three or four gold coins on the doorstep.          .

"You can tell me when you need to pay extra," he added haughtily.  ,   ,      .

Indeed, despite his shabby clothes and rough handling, he still didn't look like a common sailor.    ,        ,        . He was more likely to be taken for a navigator or skipper, who was used to commanding and handing out punches.         ,     .

The man who had brought the trunk in a wheelbarrow informed us that the sailor had arrived on the previous morning by stage at the King George Tavern, and had inquired what other taverns there were nearer the sea. ,    ,  ,               ,        .After hearing good reviews about our tavern and finding out that it is located on the outskirts, I believe he chose it.        ,     , ,   ,   . That's all we've learned about our guest.   ,       .

He was usually taciturn.44 All day long he loitered with a brass telescope by the sea or among the rocks, and in the evening he sat in the dining-room corner and sipped rum.45 When people spoke to him, as a rule, he did not answer  only glared at them fiercely and sniffed like a bassoon.    . Soon everyone got used to it and left it alone.         . Every day, when he returned from a walk, he invariably asked if a sailor had passed by on the way.  ,   ,   ,      - ?At first we thought he was looking for drinking buddies, but we soon noticed that he was trying to avoid sailors.49 If one of them turned into the Admiral Benbow Tavern on the coast road to Bristol, the captain would first look at him from behind the curtain and only then enter, and he would become as mute as a fish.   ,    ,   ,  , ,   .

I noted the captain's behavior, and soon learned of his misgivings.51 Once he took me aside and promised to give me fourpence in silver on the first day of each month if I would "keep my eyes open for a sailor on one leg," and if I saw such a person, I would immediately inform him.      ,       . More than once, when the first day came and I came to him for money, he just sniffed and looked at me with anger.  , ,           ,         . But by the end of the week, he would turn from anger to mercy and pay me my fourpence, again telling me to "keep an eye out for the one-legged one."               ,       .

I confess that this mysterious sailor tormented me in my nightmares. ,         . At night, especially during storms, when the wind shook the whole house and the surf roared and broke on the cliffs, he appeared to me in my dreams in the most devilish images.  ,    ,        ,   ,         . Sometimes with a leg cut off up to the knee, sometimes with a leg cut off up to the thigh, or in general in the form of a terrible one-legged monster.   ,   ,   ,    ,       . The worst of all was the dream in which he chased me, jumping over fences and ditches.    ,      ,     . As you can see, I had to pay dearly for my monthly fourpence.  ,         .

But though I was terrified of the one-legged sailor, I was far less afraid of the captain himself than our guests.         ,      ,   . Sometimes in the evening he would get drunk beyond measure and start raving and shouting his cursed sea songs, not paying any attention to anyone.                 ,      . Sometimes he would demand that the others drink with him, and make the trembling patrons listen to his endless stories or sing along in unison.   ,       ,             . Often the walls of our house shook with "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum," because the poor devils were simply afraid of the old brawler and shouted at the top of their lungs, just so as not to make him angry.       --,   ,           ,      . When drunk, the captain became fearsome and indomitable.       . He would sometimes slam his fist on the table for silence, then fly into a rage if someone asked him a question, and then, on the contrary, get furious if they didn't ask him anything.      ,  ,    ,      , , , ,       . He would not let any of the patrons leave the inn until he had drunk himself to death and staggered off to bed.            ,       , ,  .

His stories terrified our guests desperately.      . These were terrible stories of hanged men, of desperate braves, of tropical storms, of deserts, of pirate raids to the shores of the Spanish possessions.68 He said that he had spent his entire life among the most notorious scoundrels who ever walked the earth or sailed the sea.      ,   ,   ,  ,       . The intricate invective with which he lavished his tales frightened his listeners no less than the atrocities he described.  ,      ,    ,    .

My father has often said that our tavern will soon be ruined, because the customers will stop coming to us, so as not to be bullied and return home shaking with fear.     ,     ,      ,       ,   . But I was of a different opinion.     . The captain's stay was clearly beneficial to us.      . At first, the visitors were frightened, but then they were happy to recall the terrible stories of our captain  they excited the imagination and brought variety to the dreary village life.74 Some of them called our captain "a true sea wolf," claiming that it was thanks to such men that England became the terror of the seas.   ,                    .

In one respect, however, the captain might well have contributed to our ruin. ,         . He stayed with us week after week, month after month.       ,   . The money he gave me at first was long gone, and my father could no longer squeeze a penny out of him. ,    ,  ,           . Whenever he hinted at it, the captain would start snuffling furiously, and my poor father would immediately vanish.      ,     ,       . I have seen him wring his hands in despair after such a rebuff, and I am sure that the excitement he experienced in doing so hastened his untimely demise in many ways.  ,         ,  ,            .

During the entire stay with us, the captain never changed or updated his clothes, only bought a few pairs of stockings from a peddler.81 The brim of his hat was frayed and sagging, and his jacket was patched with mottled patches, as he had mended it himself in his room upstairs.                ,       . The Captain never wrote or received letters, and never spoke to anyone except his fellow diners, and even then only when he was drunk.              ,    ,       . And none of us ever saw him open his chest.        ,     .

Only once did this brute get a decent rebuff.       . This happened shortly before my father's death.       . One afternoon Dr. Livesey visited us, examined his patient, had a bite to eat, and went down to the common dining room to smoke a pipe and wait for the horse he had left in the next village to be brought in, since our old tavern had no stable. -      ,   ,          ,   ,      ,        .

I followed him, and I remember the impression the doctor made-friendly, trim, with a curled wig covered with snow-white powder-compared to the sullen village drunkards.      ,      , ,   ,   ,       . But the contrast was particularly striking between the doctor and our grim, dirty captain, who was lounging at the table, sipping rum as usual.          ,  ,    ,   ,  , . Suddenly, in a hoarse and deafening voice, he yelled out his favorite song:Fifteen men per dead man's chest.          :    .Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! --,   !Drink, and the devil will see you through. ,      .Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! --,   !

At first I thought the dead man's chest was the one in the captain's room.94 In my terrible dreams, he often appeared to me in the company of a one-legged sailor.    ,         ,     . But then we got so used to this song that we stopped paying attention to it.        ,      . It was news only to the doctor that night, and I noticed that he was clearly not happy about it.         , ,   ,        . Glaring at the screamer, he went on to talk to old gardener Taylor about a new treatment for rheumatism.    ,            . The captain, frowning, suddenly slammed his fist down on the table, calling for silence. , ,     ,   . There was a momentary silence, and only Dr. Livesey continued to talk good-naturedly and cheerfully, puffing on his pipe.   ,         ,  . The captain glared at him, slammed his fist down on the table again, and thundered:     ,       :

"Hey, down on the lower deck, keep it down!"   ,   , !

 Are you addressing me, sir?"     , ?  The doctor inquired.    .




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