"Mark Twain. Tom Sawyer Abroad (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

can lift two or three hundred times his own weight. And none of them can
come anywhere near it. And, moreover, he has got notions of his own, and
is very particular, and you can't fool him; his instinct, or his judgment,
or whatever it is, is perfectly sound and clear, and don't ever make a
mistake. People think all humans are alike to a flea. It ain't so. There's
folks that he won't go near, hungry or not hungry, and I'm one of them.
I've never had one of them on me in my life."
"Mars Tom!"
"It's so; I ain't joking."
"Well, sah, I hain't ever heard de likes o' dat befo'." Jim couldn't
believe it, and I couldn't; so we had to drop down to the sand and git a
supply and see. Tom was right. They went for me and Jim by the thousand,
but not a one of them lit on Tom. There warn't no explaining it, but there
it was and there warn't no getting around it. He said it had always been
just so, and he'd just as soon be where there was a million of them as
not; they'd never touch him nor bother him.
We went up to the cold weather to freeze 'em out, and stayed a little
spell, and then come back to the comfortable weather and went lazying
along twenty or twenty-five miles an hour, the way we'd been doing for the
last few hours. The reason was, that the longer we was in that solemn,
peaceful desert, the more the hurry and fuss got kind of soothed down in
us, and the more happier and contented and satisfied we got to feeling,
and the more we got to liking the desert, and then loving it. So we had
cramped the speed down, as I was saying, and was having a most noble good
lazy time, sometimes watching through the glasses, sometimes stretched out
on the lockers reading, sometimes taking a nap.
It didn't seem like we was the same lot that was in such a state to
find land and git ashore, but it was. But we had got over that-clean over
it. We was used to the balloon now and not afraid any more, and didn't
want to be anywheres else. Why, it seemed just like home; it 'most seemed
as if I had been born and raised in it, and Jim and Tom said the same. And
always I had had hateful people around me, a-nagging at me, and pestering
of me, and scolding, and finding fault, and fussing and bothering, and
sticking to me, and keeping after me, and making me do this, and making me
do that and t'other, and always selecting out the things I didn't want to
do, and then giving me Sam Hill because I shirked and done something else,
and just aggravating the life out of a body all the time; but up here in
the sky it was so still and sunshiny and lovely, and plenty to eat, and
plenty of sleep, and strange things to see, and no nagging and no
pestering, and no good people, and just holiday all the time. Land, I
warn't in no hurry to git out and buck at civilization again. Now, one of
the worst things about civilization is, that anybody that gits a letter
with trouble in it comes and tells you all about it and makes you feel
bad, and the newspapers fetches you the troubles of everybody all over the
world, and keeps you downhearted and dismal 'most all the time, and it's
such a heavy load for a person. I hate them newspapers; and I hate
letters; and if I had my way I wouldn't allow nobody to load his troubles
on to other folks he ain't acquainted with, on t'other side of the world,
that way. Well, up in a balloon there ain't any of that, and it's the
darlingest place there is.