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"Why are you angry with Friday (почему ты зол на Пятницу)?" he asked. "What
has he done?"
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I told him that I was not angry, and asked him what he meant (что он имел в
виду).
"Not angry! not angry!" he cried. "Then why do you want to send Friday away to
his old home (отправить Пятницу в его старый дом)?"
"Why, Friday," I said, "didn't you say that you wished you were there?"
"Yes, yes," said he. "Friday wishes both were there, but not Friday without his
master (Пятница
своего хозяина)."
"But what would I do there?" I asked. "I could do nothing."
"Oh, yes, master," he answered very quickly, "You could do much. You could
teach wild mans to be tame (научить дикарей быть прирученными), to know God
(узнать Бога), to live right (жить правильно). You could do much."
"No, Friday," I said. "You shall go without me (без меня). Leave me here to live
by myself as I did before (оставь меня здесь жить самому, как я жил ранее)."
He looked very sad. Then all at once he ran and picked up a hatchet. He brought it
and gave it to me.
"What shall I do with this?" I asked.
"You take it. Kill Friday (бери его. Убей Пятницу)," he said.
"Indeed," I said, "and why shall I do that?"
"Then why do you send Friday away?" he said "Better kill than send away
(лучше убить, чем отправлять)."
The tears stood in his eyes as he spoke (слезы стояли в его глазах, когда он
говорил). I saw that he loved me and would always stand by me (любил меня и всегда
будет помогать мне).
So I told him that I would never, never send him away, and that he should always
stay with me (я сказал ему что я никогда, никогда не отошлю его, и что он навсегда
останется со мной).
You should have seen his eyes brighten (вам следовало бы увидеть, как
зажглись его глаза).
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knife [naif] ocean [‘u
n]
I TEACH FRIDAY MANY THINGS
WHEN my man Friday had been with me three days I took him out hunting.
As we were going through some woods, I saw a wild goat lying under a tree with
two young kids sitting by her. I caught hold of Friday. "Stop," I said. "Stand still."
Then I took aim at one of the kids, shot and killed it.
The noise of the gun so frightened the poor savage that he did not know what to
do. He shook like a leaf. He thought that I was going to kill him.
He did not see the kid I had shot. He threw himself at my feet. Although I could
not understand a word he said, yet I knew that he was begging me to have pity on him.
And indeed I did pity him — he was so frightened.
I took him by the hand and lifted him up. I laughed at him and pointed to the kid
that I had killed. When he saw it and understood me, he ran to fetch it.
Going on through the woods, I saw a big bird sitting on a tree. I thought it was a
hawk.
"See there, Friday!" I said, as I pointed to it.
Bang! went my gun. The bird fell to the ground. It was not a hawk, but a parrot.
Friday was amazed. He looked at the gun and trembled.
For a long time he would not touch a gun. He would look at it and talk to it. He
would say, in his own language: "O wonderful thing! Do not kill me! Do not kill me!"
We found nothing more in the woods that day. Friday carried the kid home, and I
took off its skin and dressed it. Then I stewed some of the best pieces and made some
good broth.
At dinner I gave some of the broth to my man. He liked it very well, but he could
not bear salt in it.
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I tried to show him that food was best with a little salt. But he did not think so,
and he would never eat meat that was salted.
The next day I set Friday to work. I had him thrash some barley for me and grind
the grains into meal as I had always done.
He did his work very well.
Then I let him see me make some bread and bake it. He learned very fast and
soon could cook and keep house as well as any one.
Little by little I taught him how to work on my farm. We fenced another field and
sowed more barley. For now there were two mouths to feed instead of one.
Very soon Friday learned to talk quite well. He learned the name of everything he
saw. He was very quick, and I took pleasure in teaching him.
I told him all about gunpowder and guns and showed him how to shoot. I gave
him a knife, which pleased him not a little. I made him a belt and gave him a hatchet to
carry in it.
I told him about the countries on the other side of the great ocean. And I told him
something of my own history.
Little by little I explained how my people traded in great ships, and how my own
ship had been wrecked on the coast of this island.
Thus, between working and teaching, I forgot all my fears. The days passed by,
and every day brought some new delight.
It was the pleasantest year of my life.
I often asked my man Friday to tell me about his own country. He told me all that