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Мартин Иден / Martin Eden (+ аудиоприложение LECTA) - Джек Лондон

Мартин Иден / Martin Eden (+ аудиоприложение LECTA)

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2020

Перед вами чрезвычайно популярный роман Джека Лондона «Мартин Иден», который рассказывает историю о человеке, прошедшем путь от нищеты до успеха, но впоследствии осознавшем пустоту этой искусственной жизни. Эта адаптированная версия произведения содержит подробные переводы на русский язык, чтобы проверить ваше понимание прочитанного. В книге также представлены упражнения с ответами и англо-русский словарь для помощи в изучении. Самое интересное, что вы можете бесплатно прослушать озвученный английский текст этого романа на сайте LECTA, который является ведущей российской платформой для онлайн-образования (lecta.rosuchebnik.ru). Это пособие предназначено для всех, кто изучает английский язык и стремится читать литературу в оригинале. Комбинация напряженного сюжета и возможности закрепить знания английского языка делает эту книгу незаменимой для всех студентов и учеников. Добавьте ценность своему образованию и насладитесь чтением «Мартина Идена»!

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Martin Eden

Chapter 1

He opened the door with a key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. He wore rough clothes of a sailor. He did not know what to do with his cap.

The wide rooms seemed too narrow for him. His heavy arms hung at his sides. He did not know what to do with those arms and hands. He watched the easy walk of the other in front of him, and for the first time realized that his walk was different from that of other men. The sweat burst through the skin of his forehead in tiny beads, and he paused and mopped his bronzed face with his handkerchief.

“Hold on, Arthur, my boy,” he said, attempting to mask his anxiety with facetious utterance. “This is too much for me now. You know I didn’t want to come, and I guess your family doesn’t want to see me at all.”

“That’s all right,” was the reassuring answer. “You mustn’t be frightened at us. We’re just homely people – Hello, there’s a letter for me.”

He stepped back to the table, opened the envelope, and began to read, giving the stranger an opportunity to recover himself. And the stranger understood and appreciated.

An oil painting drew his attention. There was beauty, and it drew him irresistibly. He forgot his awkward walk and came closer to the painting, very close. He did not know painting. He had seen oil paintings, it was true, in the show windows of shops, but the glass of the windows did not allow him to come closer.

Then he saw the books on the table. He glanced at the titles and the authors’ names, read fragments of text, caressing the volumes with his eyes and hands, and, once, recognized a book he had read. He took a volume of Swinburne and began to read. Twice he closed the book on his forefinger to look at the name of the author. Swinburne! he must remember that name. But who was Swinburne? Was he dead a hundred years or so, like most of the poets? Or was he alive still, and writing? He turned to the title-page . . . yes, he had written other books; well, he will go to the library in the morning and try to get some Swinburne’s books. He went back to the text and lost himself. He did not notice that a young woman had entered the room. Suddenly he heard Arthur’s voice saying:

“Ruth, this is Mr. Eden.”

He closed the book. “Mr. Eden!” Everybody called him just “Eden,” or “Martin Eden,” or just “Martin,” all his life. And “Mister!” It was something!

And then he turned and saw the girl. She was a pale, ethereal creature, with wide, spiritual blue eyes and a wealth of golden hair. He did not know how she was dressed, except that the dress was as wonderful as she. She was like a pale gold flower upon a slender stem. No, she was a spirit, a divinity, a goddess. She looked him straight in the eyes as she shook hands, frankly, like a man. The women he had known did not shake hands that way. Never had he seen such a woman.

“Will you sit down, Mr. Eden?” the girl was saying. “Arthur told us. It was brave of you – ”

He waved his hand and muttered that he had done nothing at all. He sat down on the edge of the chair, greatly worried by his hands.

“You have such a scar on your neck, Mr. Eden,” the girl was saying. “How did it happen?”

“A Mexican with a knife, miss,” he answered. “It was just a fight.”

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