The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 马克.吐温代表作
马克·吐温1835年出生于密苏里州的汉尼拔。吐温是一个喜欢冒险的年轻人，他周游美国。他曾在密西西比河担任船只驾驶员、矿工和记者。当吐温在1872年写《汤姆·索耶历险记》时，大多数书都把男孩描绘成纯粹的好人或坏人。吐温想让他的男英雄汤姆·索耶成为一个真正的男孩，所以他根据自己童年在密苏里州的冒险故事改编了这本书。
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作者Mark Twain
出版社Signet
ISBN9780451530936
出版时间2008-01
印刷时间2008-01
印数1千册
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开本32开
纸张轻型纸
页数256页
字数1千字
定价39元
上书时间2022-05-05
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作者：马克.吐温（Mark Twain）
出版社: Signet Classics; Reissue (2008年5月6日)
丛书名: Signet Classics
简装: 256页
语种： 英语
ISBN: 0451530934
条形码: 9780451530936
商品尺寸: 1.8 x 10.6 x 17.1 cm
商品重量: 127 g
内容简介
Mischief is Tom Sawyer's middle name. There is nothing he likes better than playing hookey from school, messing about on the Mississippi with his best friend, the hobo Huckleberry Finn, or wooing the elusive beauty Becky Thatcher. Lazy and reckless, he is a menace to his Aunt Polly - 'Tom, I've a notion to skin you alive' - an embarrassment to his teachers and the envy of his peers. But there is method in his badness. He exhibits all the cunning of a magpie when hatching an elaborate scheme to avoid whitewashing a fence, and an adventure downriver with Huck and Joe Harper plunges the little town of St Petersburg into such an outpouring of grief that Tom is spared the belt on his return. But the innocent adventures end suddenly when Tom and Huck witness a murder in the graveyard. Should they tell of what they saw under the moonlight, when Injun Joe slipped the bloodstained knife into the hands of Muff Potter? Or should they 'keep mum' and risk letting an innocent man go to the gallows?
'Most of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or two were experiences of my own, the rest of those boys who were schoolmates of mine', Mark Twain wrote in the preface to the original 1876 edition. Inspired by his upbringing in a small township on the Mississippi, and written 'to remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in', Twain's hymn to childhood and the great outdoors remains a classic account of boys on the loose in frontier-era America.
The adventures and pranks of a mischievous boy growing up in a Mississippi River town in the early nineteenth century.
《汤姆.索亚历险记》是美国小说家马克.吐温1876年发表的代表作品，小说的故事发生在19世纪上半叶美国密西西比河畔的一个普通小镇上。主人公汤姆·索亚天真活泼、敢于探险、追求自由、不堪忍受束缚个性、枯燥乏味的生活，幻想干一番英雄事业。小说的时代在南北战争前，写的虽是圣彼得堡小镇，但该镇某种程度上可以说是当时美国社会的缩影小说。小说通过主人公的冒险经历，对美国虚伪庸俗的社会习俗、伪善的宗教仪式和刻板陈腐的学校教育进行了讽刺和批判，以欢快的笔调描写了少年儿童自由活泼的心灵。《汤姆.索亚历险记》以其浓厚的深具地方特色的幽默和对人物敏锐观察，一跃成为最伟大的儿童文学作品，也是一首美国“黄金时代”的田园牧歌。
Introduction
1.Tom Plays, Fights, and Hides
2.The Glorious Whitewasher
3.Busy at War and Love
4.Showing Off in Sunday School
5.The Pinch Bug and His Prey
6.Tom Meets Becky
7.Tick-Running and a Heartbreak
8.A Pirate Bold to Be
9.Tragedy in the Graveyard
10.Dire Prophecy of the Howling Dog
11.Conscience Racks Tom
12.The Cat and the Painkiller
13.The Pirate Crew Set Sail
14.Happy Camp of the Freebooters
15.Tom's Stealthy Visit Home
16.First Pipes — "I've Lost My Knife"
17.Pirates at Their Own Funeral
18.Tom Reveals His Dream Secret
19.The Cruelty of "I Didn't Think"
20.Tom Takes Becky's Punishment
21.Eloquence — and the Master's Gilded Dome
22.Huck Finn Quotes Scripture
23.The Salvation of Muff Potter
24.Splendid Days and Fearsome Nights
25.Seeking the Buried Treasure
26.Real Robbers Seize the Box of Gold
27.Trembling on the Trail
28.In the Lair of Injun Joe
29.Huck Saves the Widow
30.Tom and Becky in the Cave
31.Found and Lost Again
32."Turn Out! They're Found!"
33.The Fate of Injun Joe
34.Floods of Gold
35.Respectable Huck Joins the Gang
Literary Allusions and Notes
Critical Excerpts
Mark Twain on The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Suggestions for Further Reading
内文试阅
Chapter One
"TOM!"
No answer.
"Tom!"
No answer.
"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"
No answer.
The old lady puffed her spectacles down and looked over them and about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service-she could have seen through a pair of stovelids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:
"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll--"
She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.
"I never did see the beat of that boy!"
She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:
"Y-o-u-u Tom!"
There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight.
"There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What is that truck?"
"I don't know, aunt."
"Well, I know. It's jam-that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch."
The switch hovered in theair-the peril was desperate
"My! Look behind you, aunt!"
The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger, The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board fence, and disappeared over it.
His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh.
"Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old fools is the biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks, as the saying is, But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears to know just how long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it's A down again and I can't hit him a tick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows, Spare the rod and spile the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart breaks. Well-a-well, man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hockey this evening,* and I'll just be obleeged to make him work, to-morrow, to punish him, It's mighty hard to make him work Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more than he hates anything else, and Ive got to do some of my duty by him, or I'll be the ruination of the child."
Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home barely in season to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next-day's wood and split the kindlings before supper-at least he was there in time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did three-fourths of the work. Torn's younger brother (or rather half-brother) Sid was already through with his part of the work (picking up chips), for he was a quiet boy, and he had no adventurous, troublesome ways.
While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep-for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of tow cunning. Said she:
"Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?"
"Yes'm."
"Powerful warm, warn't it?"
"Yes,m."
"Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?"
A bit of a scare shot through Tom--a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. He searched Aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing. So he said:
"No'm--well, not very much."
The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt, and said:
"But you ain't too warm now, though." And it flattered her to reflect that she had discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of tier, Tom knew where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move:
"Some of us pumped on our hcads--mine's damp yet. Sec?"
Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evidence, and missed a trickThen she had a new inspiration:
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