Острів Скарбів / Treasure Island

Острiв Скарбiв / Treasure Island

Роберт Луiс Стiвенсон

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«Острiв Скарбiв» – найвизначнiший пригодницький роман талановитого англiйського письменника Р. Л. Стiвенсона (1850–1894). Таемнича карта, небезпечна експедицiя, пiрати – в цiй iсторii е все для тих, хто захоплюеться неймовiрними пригодами. Головний герой роману, юний Джiм Гокiнс, бере участь у пошуку скарбiв, якi захованi на вiдлюдному островi знаменитим капiтаном Флiнтом. Смiливiсть i вiдвага Джiма та його друзiв перемагають хитрiсть i жорстокiсть одноногого Джона Сiльвера й допомагають iм знайти скарб i благополучно повернутися додому.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Treasure Island

Роберт Льюiс Стiвенсон

Острiв Скарбiв

© А. В. Мартиненко, художественное оформление, 2017

© Видавництво «Фолiо», марка серii, 2011

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Part one

The Old Buccaneer

Частина перша

Старий пiрат

1

The Old Sea-dog at the «Admiral Benbow»

Squire Trelawney, Dr. 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 sabre 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 hand-barrow – a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.

«Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest —

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!»

in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars.

Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.