Essay on the topic: How do you rate the act of the baby Jerry? (J. London

The wind rushes - ho ho-haugh! -
Right in California.
Sacramento - the edge is rich:
Gold row - shovel!

Slim boy with a thin piercing voice sowed this seaside song, which sailors threaten in all parts of the world, when the winch turns, removing from the anchor to move to the port of Frisco. It was an ordinary boy who never seen the sea in her eyes, but only two hundred feet from him - just descend from the cliff - the Sacramento River Burlila. Kid Jerry so called him, because there was still old Jerry, his father; From him, the baby heard this song and he inherited brightly red swirls, fierce blue eyes and very white, covered with freckles the skin.
Old Jerry was a sailor, he was a good half of his life in the seas, and the song Satrosh itself asks for the language. But one day, and some Asian port, when he sang together with twenty other sailors, knocking out of his strength over the cursed swan, the words of this song for the first time forced him to seriously seriously. Updated to San Francisco, he spread up with his ship and with the sea and went to look at his own eyes on the shores of Sacramento.
He was then he saw gold. He hired to work at the Golden Great mine and found himself a highly useful person with a suspended road at a height of two hundred feet above the river.
Then this road remained under its supervision. He watched the cables, held them in good condition, loved them and soon became an indispensable employee at the mine "Golden Gree". And then he loved the pretty Margaret Kelly, but she soon left him and the baby Jerry, who had just started walking, and fell asleep with a small bed in a small cemetery, among large harsh pines.
Old Jerry never returned to the maritime service. He lived near his suspension road and all the love, which was capable of his soul, was given to a thick steel rushes and the baby Jerry. For the mine "Golden Gree", black days came, but then the old man stayed in the company's service - to watch an abandoned enterprise.
However, this morning it was not visible. Only the baby Jerry was sitting on the porch and sowed an old sailor song. He himself prepared his breakfast and has already managed to manage him, and now it came out to look at the white light. Nearby, the steps are twenty from him, a huge steel drum rummaged, to which the endless metallic cable was wound. Next to the drum stood a carefully attached trolley for ore. Having a view of the dizzying flight of steel cables, perched high above the river, Kid Jerry distinguished far on the other drum and another trolley.
The construction was performed simply by force: the trolley moved, drought by its own weight, and at this time the empty trolley was moving from the opposite shore. When the loaded trolley was emptied, and empty loaded ore, everything was repeated again, a lot was repeated, many hundred and thousands of times, since the old Jerry became a soulful road.
Kid Jerry stopped singing, having heard the approaching steps. A tall man in a blue shirt, with a rifle on his shoulder came out of a pine forest. It was a hall, the watchman on the mine "Yellow Dragon", located about a mile from here upstream Sacramento, where the road was thrown into the coast.
- Great, baby! - he shouted. - What are you doing here one-dinner?
"And here I am now for the owner," said Kid Jerry, as it can not be more careless tone, as if he did not first remain alone. - Father, you know, left.
- Where did you go? - asked the hall.
- in San Francisco. He left last night. My brother died, somewhere in the old world. So he went with a lawyer to cake. Tomorrow night will come back.
All this Jerry laid out with the proud consciousness that a big responsibility is entrusted to him - the Golden Great mine is written. It was visible at the same time that he was afraid of a wonderful adventure - the opportunity to live quite one on this cliff over the river and preparing myself breakfast, lunch and dinner.
- Well, look, be careful, - advised him the hall, - do not try to indulge with cables. And I'm going to see if it would be possible to shoot a deer in the Canyon Corn Canyon.
"No matter how rainfall is," said Jerry powerively.
- I am what! Wrinkle, what is scary? - laughed Hall and, turning, disappeared between the trees.
Jerry's prediction about the rain came true. The clock to ten pines squeezed, burned, moaned, the windows in the windows snapped, the rain was overwhelmed with long oblique jets. In half the twelfth Jerry divorced the fire in the focus and, barely struck twelve, sat down to dine.
"Today, of course, you don't have to walk," he decided, worn thoroughly and removing the dishes after her eating. And I thought: "How should there be a hall! And did he manage to shoot a deer?"
Near the hour of the day knocked on the door, and when Jerry opened, a man and a woman rushed to the room, as if by the Solution, the wind shoved. It was Mr. and Mrs. Spilllen, farmers who lived in a secluded valley, miles in twelve from the river.
- Where is the hall? - Failling, rubbed demands spilllene.
Jerry noticed that the farmer was excited and rushing somewhere, and Mrs. Spillen, apparently, very upset.
It was thin, quite a clear woman, who worked a lot on her cent; Sad, hopeless work imposed on her face a heavy seal. The same grave life bent the back of her husband, crowded his arms and covered her hair with dry ashes of the early seeding.
- He went to the hunt, in the canyon "Krichoy Cow". And what do you need, on the other side, what do you need?
The woman began to sneak softly, and the spillment had an exclamation, expressing extreme annoyance. He walked over to the window. Jerry became with him next to him and also glanced in the window, toward the suspension road; The cables were almost no visible behind the thick roasting rain.
Typically, residents of the surrounding villages were transported through Sacramento along the "yellow dragon" cable car. For the crossing, a small fee was relying, from which the company "Yellow Dragon" paid a salary hall.
"We need to hit the shore, Jerry," said Spillen. "Father she has," he poked his finger towards the crying wife, "crushed at the mine, in the" Clover Sheet "mine. There was an explosion. They say it will not survive. And we just gave to know.
Jerry felt the heart shoved him. He realized that Spiell wants to cross the cables "Golden Greens", but without old Jerry he could not decide on such a step, because they did not take passengers on their road, and she had long been inaction.
"Or maybe the Hall will come soon," the boy said. Spilen shook his head.
- And father where? - he asked.
"In San Francisco," Jerry replied shortly.
With a hoarse moan, the spillment was furiously slammed with a fist on the palm. His wife sobbed everything louder, and Jerry heard, as she failed: "Ah, do not help, do not help, die ..."
The boy felt that he was about to pay; He stood in indispensability, not knowing what to do. But Spiellen decided for him.
"Listen, baby," he said to the tone that did not allow any objections, "we need to cross our wife with anything on your way." Can you help us in this matter - run this thing?
Jerry involuntarily backed up, for sure he was suggested to touch something unauthorized.
"I'd rather go see if Hall returned," he said timidly.
- And if not? Jerry jammed again.
- If it happens that I am responsible for everything. You see, baby, we need to be cut to the wrong side. - Jerry nodded hesitantly. "And there is no point in waiting for the hall," she continued Spillen, "you yourself understand that he will not return from the Canyon" Kishcheny Cow ". So we go, run the drum.
"It is not surprising that Mrs. Sverlen had such a frightened look when we helped her climbing the trolley," Jerry thought unwittingly, looking down, in the abyss, which now seemed completely bottomless.
The far coast, which was at a distance of seven feet, was not visible through the shower, driven by a furious wind of the clouds, fierce foam and splashes.
And the cliff, on which they stood, left the sheer wall right in the rabbit MGLU, and it seemed that from steel cables there, down not two hundred feet, but at least mile.
- Well, ready? - asked Jerry.
- Come on! - All the throat spiled spill to twist the wind of the wind.
He sat down in the trolley next to his wife and took her hand.
Jerry did not like it.
- You will have to stay with both hands: the wind makes a lot? - he shouted.
The husband and his wife immediately spread their arms and tightly grabbed the edges of the trolley, and Jerry carefully released the brake lever. The drum does not hurry spinning, the endless cable began to unwind, and the trolley slowly moved into the air abyss, clinging to the sketch wheels for the fixed rail cable, stretched at the top.
Jerry was not the first time spent the trolley. But so far he had to do it only under the supervision of his father. He gently adjusted the speed with the brake lever. It was necessary to slow down, because the trolley was strongly swollen from the rabid gusts of the wind, and before it was completely hidden behind the wall of the rain, she was so tired that he almost turned into the abyss of his live cargo.
After that, Jerry could judge the movement of the trolley only on the rope movement. He watched very closely as the cable is unwound from the drum.
- Three hundred feet ... - he whispered, as the marks on the cable were held, - three hundred fifty ... four hundred ... four hundred ...
The cable stopped. Jerry pulled the brake lever, but the cable did not move. Boy with both hands grabbed the cable and pulled him on himself, trying to move him off his place. Not! Somewhere clearly stroked. But where exactly, he could not guess, and the trolley was not visible. He raised his eyes up and with difficulty distinguished the empty trolley in the air, which was supposed to move to it at the same speed, with which trolley with the cargo was removed. She was from him about two hundred and fifty feet. This meant that somewhere in a gray millet, at a height of two hundred feet above the boiling river and at a distance of two hundred and fifty feet from another shore, hanging in the air stuck in the way spillen with his wife.
Three times Jerry duck them all the power of their lungs, but his voice was shattered in a fierce roof weather. While he feverishly came through in the mind, what would be to do, quickly running clouds over the river suddenly have been drunk and born, and for a moment he saw the swollen Sacramento downstairs and hanging the trolley with people in the air. The clouds came together again, and it became even darker over the river.
The boy carefully examined the drum, but did not find any problems in it. Apparently, something faulty in the drum on the bank. It was terrible to imagine how these two hanging over the abyss among the roaring storms, swinging in the quatet trolley, and do not know why Oka suddenly stopped. And just think that they will have to hang and hang until he goes to the shore on the cables of the "yellow dragon" and will not get to the ill-fated drum, because of which it all stared!
But then Jerry remembered that in Chulana, where the tools are stored, there is a block and ropes, and from all the legs rushed after them. He quickly attached the block to the cable and began to pull - he pulled out of all his might, so the hands were right away from the shoulders, and the muscles seemed to be bundled. However, the cable did not move. Now nothing else remained how to move to the shore.
Jerry has already managed to get into the bones, so now the broken head fled to the "yellow dragon", not even noticing the rain. The wind has customized him, and it was easy to run, although it was disturbed by the thought, which would have to do without the help of the hall and no one would slow down the trolley.
He himself built himself a brake from a strong rope, which looped loops on a fixed cable.
The wind with a mad stream flew to him, whistled, nave him in the ears, swaying and throwing the trolley, and the baby Jerry introduced more clearly to himself, what is now the two twisted spirits and his wife. It gave him courage. Having worked safely, he scored at the slope and, with difficulty holding back on his legs from the gusts of the wind, but still trying to run, headed for the Golden Great Drum.
After examining it, the baby with horror discovered that the drum was in perfect order. And on this and at the other end everything is in good condition. Where in this case stroke? Otherwise, how in the middle!
The trolley with a couple of spillments was from him only two hundred and fifty feet. Jerry could discern a man and a woman spent on the bottom of the trolley and as if allemented on the bottom of the trolley and seemed to be overwhelmed with furious elements.
In the interval between the two squalls, he shouted to the spillment so that he checked if the kneaders were fine. Spilllene, apparently, he heard him, because Jerry saw him, racing his knees, rosged both wheels of trolley, then turned face to the shore:
- Everything is fine here, baby!
Jerry barely heard these words, but the meaning of them reached him. So what happened? Now it was already possible not to doubt that the whole thing in an empty trolley; She was not visible from here, but he knew that she was hanging there, in this terrible abyss, for two hundred feet from the spilller's trolleys.
He, without thinking, decided what to do. He was only fourteen years old, to this thin, moving boy, but he grew up in the mountains, his father dedicated him to various secrets of sailor art, and he was not at all afraid of heights.
In a drawer with tools near the drum, he found an old wrench, a small iron rod and a whole bundle of almost new Manila's twine. He unsuccessfully tried to find some kind of ski to make himself a kind of likeness of the sailor cradle, but at hand there was nothing but huge Tessen; There was nothing to cut them, and he was forced to do without a comfortable saddle.
The saddle that Jerry had arranged for himself, was easier than simple: he crossed the rope through a fixed cable, on which an empty trolley hung, and, tightening it with a node, made a large loop; Sitting in this loop, he could easily get his hands to the cable and hold on for him. And at the top where the loop had to rub about the metal cable, he put his jacket, because, no matter how I was looking for, I could not find a rag or an old bag.
Havor finished all these preparations, Jerry was hung in his loop and moved directly to the abyss, turning around the cable. He took with him a wrench, a small iron rod and a few feet of rope. The path was lying horizontally, but a little up, but did not make it difficult to make it, but a terrible wind. When the rabid gusts of the wind threw Jerry then there, then they almost turned the hair around here, he felt that his heart would die from fear. After all, the cable is quite old ... And what if he will not stand his gravity and these mad laminate winds - will not stand and break?
It was the frank fear. Jerry felt like he sucks under the spoon, and her knees were trembling with a shallow shudder, which he could not hold back.
But the baby courageously continued his way. The cable was a dilapidated, undisguised, sharp ends of the torn wires, who protruded in all directions, spread their hands into the blood. Jerry noticed this, only when he decided to make the first stop, and tried to finish it to spillles. Their trolley hung now right above him, at a distance of just a few feet, so he could already explain to them what happened and why he was started at this journey.
"Would be happy to help you," Spilen shouted, "Yes, my wife is not at all in myself!" Look, baby, be careful! I myself asked for it, but now, besides you, we have no one to rescue.
- Yes, so I will not leave you! - Jerry shouted in response to him, "say Mrs. Spilllen, which will not pass a minute as she will be on the side.
Under the blinding torrential rain, hanging out of the side aside, as the jumped pendulum, feeling unbearable pain in the wasopted palms, choking from the effort and from the rapid rapid mass of the air, Jerry, finally got to empty trolley.
From the first look, the boy was convinced that he did not in vain committed this terrible journey. Trolley hung on two wheels; One of them was very painful during the long service and jumped off the cable, which was now tightly clamped between the whether the wheel and his clip.
It was clear that, first of all, it was necessary to free the wheel from the cluster, and at the time of this work the trolley must be tightly tied with a string to a fixed cable.
After a quarter of an hour, Jerry finally managed to tie a trolley - it was all he achieved. The check, who kept the wheel on the axis, completely rusted and became tight. Jerry, from all his strength, broke on her with one hand, and the other kept, as he could, but the wind continuously flew and swayed him, and he was very often blurted and did not get on the check. Nine tenths of all his efforts went to keep in place; Fearing to drop the key, he tied him to his hand with a nose handkerchief.
Half an hour has passed. Jerry moved a check from his place, but he failed to pull it out. Dozens of times he was ready to despair, everything seemed in vain - and the danger he was subjected to himself and all his efforts. But suddenly it as if painted. With feverish hasty, he began to rummage in his pockets. And found what he needed is a long fat nail.
If it were not for this nail, which is unknown when and as hit him in his pocket, Jerry would have to come back to the shore. Take a nail into the opening of the checks, he finally grabbed her, and after a minute, the check jumped out of the axis.
Then he began with an iron rod, which he tried to free the wheel, stuck between the cable and the rope. When it was done, Jerry put a wheel on an old place and, with the help of a rope, tightening the trolley, planted, finally, the wheel on the metal cable.
However, all this took a lot of time. An hour and a half has passed since Jerry got here. And now he finally decided to get out of his "saddle" and jump into the trolley.
He bounced the rope that kept her, and the wheels slipped slowly on the cable. The trolley moved. And the boy knew that somewhere there at the bottom - although he was not visible to him - the car with spilles also moved, only in the opposite direction.
Now he was no longer needed a brake, because the weight of his body was enough to balance the severity of another trolley. And soon the tall clouds and an old, familiar, confidently rotating drum seemed from the MGLL clouds.
Jerry jumped to the ground and secured his trolley.
He did it calmly and carefully. And then suddenly - quite no longer a heroic - rushed to the ground at the drum himself, despite the storm and shower, and loosened loudly.
There were a lot of reasons for this: unbearable pain in the heated hands, terrible fatigue and the consciousness that he finally freed himself from the terrible nervous tension, who did not let him go for a few hours, and more hot, the exciting feeling of joy because he was spillled with his wife now in security.
They were far and, of course, could not thank it, but he knew that somewhere there, for an angry, broken river, they are now hurrying along the path to the "Clover Sheet" mine.
Jerry, piercing, wandered to the house. The white door handle was painted with blood when he took up for her, but he did not even notice this. The boy was proud and satisfied with himself, because firmly knew what he did right; And since he has not yet been able to sick, he was not afraid to admit to himself, which made a good thing. One small regret was kept in his heart: ah, if the father had been here and saw him!

Jack London

OnshoresSacramento

THE BANKS OF THE SACRATIO (1903)

From the collection "For courage"

Translation of Mary Shishmareva

London D. Assembly of the Hundreds and Stories (1911--1916): M., "Prestige Beech", 2011.

Blowing winds, oh-ho-ho!

To Kali-Fore-NI and.

Many-- heard - Gold

There, on Sacramento!

He was only a boy, having a seaman's song, which sailors singing the entire globe, standing by the spire and raising anchor to sail to the port of Frisco. It was only a boy who never seen the sea, but in front of him, in two hundred feet below, rushed Sacramento River. Called it youngJerry, and from his father, oldJerry, he learned this song and inherited a shop of bright red hair, blue running eyes and white skin with inevitable freckles. The old man Jerry was a sailor and a half-life floated around the seas, always pursued by the words of this song. And once he sang it all seriously, in one Asian port, talked around the spire with twenty comrades. And in San Francisco, he spread with his ship and with the sea and went to look at his own eyes on the shores of Sacramento. And he had a chance to see gold: he found a place at the Yellow Dream mine and was extremely useful when conducting large cable through the river, held at a height of two hundred feet. Then he was instructed to a care for the cables, the repair of them and the shutter of the trolleys. He loved his work and became an integral affiliation of the mine "Yellow Dream". Soon he fell in love with a pretty Margenet Kelly, but she left him and young Jerry, barely just started walking, "left to fall asleep the last long sleep among high strict pines. Old Jerry never returned to the sea. He stayed with his cables, giving them all his love and young Jerry. It has come for the "yellow dreams" difficult times, and he still remained in the service of the company, struck the abandoned property. But in the morning it was not visible. Only young Jerry was sitting on the attack of a hut and sow old song. He cooked and alone ate his breakfast, and now it came out to look at the world. At a distance of twenty feet there was a steel gate, around which the endless cable was observed. At the gate sheltered the trolley attached to it for ore. Following the eyes of the dizzying of cables to the opposite shore, he could see another gate and another trolley. The mechanism was driven by force; Due to its own severity, the loaded trolley was driving through the river, and at the same time, another trolley returned back empty. The loaded trolley was unloaded, and the empty was filled with ore, and the crossing was repeated, tens of thousands of times from the day, as an old Jerry became a calender. Young Jerry broke his song, hearing the approaching steps. The tall man in the blue shirt, with a gun on his shoulder, left the darkness of the pine. It was a hall, the cable guard "Yellow Dragon", whose cables crossed Sacramento mile above. - Great, baby! - he greeted. - What are you doing here alone? - I look after a cable, - Jerry tried to speak unclosed, as if it was the most ordinary matter. - Dad is not! - Where did he go? - asked a man. - in San Francisco. Still last night. He had a brother for the sea, and he went to swim with lawyers. Earlier than tomorrow by night, it will not return. Jerry spoke proudly - after all, he fell responsibility to look after the property of the "yellow dreams", to live alone on the rock over the river and scaring the lunch itself. "Well, so you be careful," said Hall, "and not fooling with a cable." I go to the gorge of the chrome cow, maybe there is a deer there. "It seems that the rain is going," said Jerry with an adult prudence. "I'm not very afraid to get wet," the Hall disappeared, disappearing behind the trees. Jerry's prediction relative to the rain more than justified. By ten o'clock pines, the windows of the huts were dressed and drooped, and the windows of the hut were back, and the rain was poured soaked with wild gusts of the wind. In half the twelfth, the boy spread fire and smoothly at twelve sat for lunch. Today he does not get out of the house, he decided, washing the dishes and putting it into place; And he thought how the hall would smell and whether he could pick up a deer. An hour came the knock on the door, and when he opened it, in the room, customized by the squall, fell, staggering, a man and a woman. It was Mr. and Mrs. Spiell, the owners of Rancho who lived in a secluded valley, miles in twelve away from the river. - Where is the hall? - asked Spillen; He spoke abruptly and quickly. Jerry noticed that he was nervous and moved his cutting, and Mrs. Spilllena seemed to be very concerned. It was thin, fading, exhausted woman; Life filled with infinite labor, put her rude print on her face. And the same life bent the shoulders of her husband, made his hands knotted, and the hair was dust-gray. "He went hunting for a chrome cow," Jerry replied. - You wanted to move to the side? The woman began to cry quietly, and Spilen dropped some kind of curse and went to the window. Jerry joined him and looked out, where the cables were not visible at frequent shower. Residents of forests of this part of the country were usually shipped through the Sacramento on the cable of the "yellow dragon". For this service, a modest fee was charged with them, and the company "Yellow Dragon" paid a salary from this money. "We need to move to the other side, Jerry," said Spillen, pointing his finger over his shoulder to his wife. - With her father there was a trouble in Klover-bodice. Explosion of powder. Hardly surviving. We just found out about it. Jerry felt inner trepid. He knew that the spile wanted to cross the cable "yellow dreams", and in the absence of his father he did not decrease to take over such responsibility, the cable was never used to cross passengers, and in essence, he was in general without any use. "Maybe the hall will come back soon," he said. Spiellen shook his head and asked: - Where is your father? "In San Francisco," Jerry replied briefly. Spilen groaned and grieved his fist, fiercely hit the palm of the other hand. His wife was crying louder, and Jerry heard her whisper: - And dad dies, dies! Tears clouded and his eyes, and he stood in indecision, not knowing what he was taken. But Spiellen decided for him. "Listen, the baby," he said firmly, "my wife and I go to your cable. Will you put it for us? Jerry slept slightly. He did it unconsciously, retreating instinctively before something undesirable. - Better look, did the hall returned? - he suggested. - And if not back? Jerry again hesitated. "I take the risk to myself," added spillen. "Don't you understand the baby that we need to go to anything?" Jerry reluctantly nodded his head. "And there is no point in waiting for the Hall," continued Spillen. - You know no worse than me that now he can not return. Well, so go! "It is not surprising that Mrs. Spilllena was completely frightened when they helped her to get into the trolley for ore," so, at least, Jerry thought, looking down into the abyss that seemed reasonless. Rain and fog, fucked by ram wind blows, hid the opposite shore, which was seven hundred feet; Rock from their feet fell down, lost in a whisk of a mol. It seemed that the bottom was not two hundred feet, but a kind mile. - Ready? -- he asked. - Let her! - Spillen shouted, trying to drown out the roar of the wind. He got into the trolley beside his wife and took her hand into his. Jerry looked at it disapprovingly. - You will need your hands to hold, the wind is like River! A man and a woman broke their hands and tightly grabbed the edge of the trolley, and Jerry slowly and carefully released the brake. The gate began to rotate, the endless cable came into motion, and the trolley slowly slid into the abyss; Her wheels fled on a fixed cable to which she was suspended. I'm not the first time Jerry allowed the cable, but for the first time he had to do this in the absence of his father. Taking advantage of the brake, he regulated the speed of the trolley, and it was necessary to regulate, as sometimes, under the strengths of the wind, she fuckedly swinging back and forth, and once, before the solid rainy wall hid her, she seemed hardly threw her cargo. After that, Jerry could define the promotion of trolleys only on a cable, and he carefully followed him as the cable slid around the gate. "Three hundred feet," he whispered, looking at the marks of the cable, - three hundred fifty, four hundred, four hundred ... The cable stopped. Jerry lowered the brake, but the cable did not move. Jerry grabbed him with both hands and pulled his best. Something spoiled. But what? He could not guess, he was not visible. Having raised his head, he saw the vague outline of the empty trolley, which was moving from the opposite shore at a speed equal to the speed of the loaded trolley. From the shore it was separated by about two hundred and fifty feet. Hence he led the conclusion that somewhere there, in a gray millet, at an altitude of two hundred feet above the river and at a distance of two hundred and fifty feet from the opposite shore, hang in a fixed trolley Spillen and his wife. Jerry shouted three times all the power of the lungs, but the storm did not bring a retaliatory scream. He could not hear them, could not hear him and they. While he stood a second motionless and pondered, flying clouds seemed to rise and scattered. He glimpse at the bottom of the swollen water Sacramento, and at the top - the trolley with a man and a woman. Then the clouds hung more thicker than before. The boy carefully examined the gate and did not find any damage. Obviously, the gate spoiled on the bank. He came to the horror at the thought of a man and a woman who ended up over the precipice in the whirlpool itself, swinging back and forth in a fragile trolley and who did not know what was going on on the shore. And he did not want to think about them, hanging there until he crighted on the cable "Yellow Dragon" to another color. But then he remembered that there are blocks and ropes in the workshop, and ran behind them. He tied the rope to an infinite cable and hung on it. He pulled as long as he did not seem to appear that his hands jumped out of the joints and the shoulder muscles broke out. But the cable did not move. Nothing remained, how to cross the other side. He has already managed to get drunk through and, not paying attention to the rain, ran to the "yellow dragon". The storm rushed with him and customized him. But the gate had no hall, which would follow the brake and regulated the speed of the trolley. He did it himself, skipping a strong rope around a fixed cable. After halfway, he overtakes a strong gust of the wind, swinging the cable, whistling and roaring around him, pushing and raging the trolley, and he clearly presented his state of Spillena and his wife. And this consciousness gave him strength when, safely crushing on the other side, he pierced his way to towards the Burea, to the cable "Yellow Dreams". With horror, he was convinced that the gate was in complete service. On both shores everything was in order. Where is the hook? Undoubtedly, in the middle. From this shore, the car with spoils was in two hundred and fifty feet. Through the clubs of the couple, he could see the man and a woman spent on the bottom of the trolley given in the power of rage of wind and rain. In a minute, the suits between the two gusts of the wind, he shouted the spillen to inspect the wheels of the trolley. Spiell heard him; He cautiously climbed his knees and fell like both wheels. Then he turned face to shore: "It's all right here, baby!" Jerry heard these words; They sounded weakly, as if rushed from afar. But then - what's the point? There remained only another, empty trolley; He could not see her, but he knew that she was hanging somewhere over the precipice, two hundred feet further spilllene's trolleys. His decision was taken in one second. He was thin and dwelling, and he was only fourteen years old. But his whole life was flowing in the mountains, and his father taught him the start of the "sea business", and he was not particularly afraid of heights. In the box with tools, he found the old English key, a short iron rod and a ring of a new manilsa of the twine. It was in vain, he was looking for a piece of the board, from which one could build something like the "Bottham Seat". Under hand there were only big boards, and he did not have the ability to cut them and had to do without a saddle, at least any convenient. Saddle he arranged the simplest. From the rope, he made a loop, descending from a fixed rope to which empty trolley was suspended. When he sat down in a loop, his hands just got to the cable, and where the rope was rubbed about the cable, he put his jacket, instead of an old bag that could take advantage if he could find it. Having quickly ending with these preparations, he hung over the puchina, sitting in a rope saddle and crossed by his hands. He captured with him the English key, a short iron rod and a few remaining feet of the rope. The cable walked slightly tilted up, and he had to go, moving, tighten all the time, but with this Jerry was easier to reconcile than with the wind. When the violent gusts of the wind swayed him back and forth and, at times, almost turned over, he looked down, in the gray abyss, and felt that he was covered by fear. The cable was old. What if he cannot withstand his gravity and wind pressure? He felt fear, genuine fear, felt like his spine under his spoon, like her knees, and could not stop this trembling. But he courageously performed his duty. The cable was old, shabby, stuck out the sharp ends of the wire, and by the time Jerry made the first stop and began to echo with a spill, his hands were cut and oozed blood. The trolley was just under it, at a distance of a few feet, and he could explain the position of things and the purpose of his journey. - I would like to help you! - shouted to him Spillen when he tried again on the road. - But the wife completely worried. And you, baby, be careful! I myself was intensified into this case, and to help me out. - Oh, I will handle it! - Jerry shouted. - Pass Mrs. Spilllen that now she will be on the shore. Under the dropping rain, which was blinded, he swore from side aside how fast traveling pendulum. The crushed hands were very painful, and he almost suffocated from his exercises and from the strength of the wind, which hit him right in his face, when, finally, found himself from empty trolley. From the first view, he was convinced that a dangerous journey was undertaken not in vain. The front wheel, discharged from long socks, jumped off the cable, and now the cable was tightly pinched between the wheel and block pulley. One thing was clear - the wheel should be removed from the block; It also seemed no less clear that while he would remove the wheel, the trolley must be attached to the cable captured by the rope. After a quarter of an hour he managed only to strengthen the trolley. The check that connected the wheel with the axis rusted and bent. He began to bother on her with one hand, and the other was kept firmly for the cable, but the wind still swayed and pushed him, and the blows rarely fell into the goal. Nine tenths went out to keep. He was afraid to drop the English key and tied him firmly to the brush with a nasal handkerchief. After half an hour, Jerry knocked a check, but he could not pull it out. Dozens of times he was ready in despair to quit everything, and it seemed to him that the danger, which he was subjected, and all his efforts did not lead to anything. But here it was painted a new thought, and he began to fry with feverish hasty on his pockets, until he found what he was looking for, a ten-week nail. If it were not for this nail, it is unknown how faded in his pocket, he would have to repeat his journey through the cable back. He lasted a nail into the opening of the checks; Now he was for what to grab, and after a second check was removed. Then he glanced the iron rod under the cable and, acting as a lever, released the wheel, squeezed between the cable and block. After that, Jerry put the wheel to the previous place and with the help of the rope lifted the trolley until the wheel was found again in its place, on the cable. All this took time. It passed more than one and a half hours since he got to empty trolley. And only now he could go down his saddle in the trolley. He removed the rope holding her, and the wheels began to rotate slowly. The trolley came into motion, and he knew that somewhere there, at the bottom, the trolley of the sleeves - they are not visible, moves in the same way, but in the opposite direction. In the brake there was no need, since his weight balanced the weight of another trolley: Soon he saw the Rock, pulling out of the cloud depth, and the old, well-known rotating gate. Jerry got out and strengthened the trolley. He did her diligently and carefully, and then did not heroically arrived; He sank to the land near the gate, not paying attention to the crown rain, and burst out. His tears were caused by many - partly painfully sobbed by their hands, partly fatigue, partly the reaction after the nervous tension, so long supported him; And largely were gratitude for the fact that the man and the woman were saved. They were not here to thank him; But he knew that somewhere there, on the other side of the roaring stream, they rush along the paths in the clover-bodice. Jerry, staggering, got to the hut; When he opened the door, his hand painted the white handle with blood, but he did not pay attention to it. He was too proud and satisfied with himself, as he knew what he did well, and was straight enough to give an assessment to his act. But he all the time regretted only one thing: if his father could see! ..

Topic.Life and creative path of D. London. Story "Thirst Life"

Objective: To familiarize yourself with the facts of the biography of D. London, learn about the history of the creation of northern stories, familiarize yourself with the concept of "story", to work on the expressive reading of the work.

Equipment: Portrait of D. London, the exhibition of his books, the texts of the story "Thirst of Life".

Not any resistance of trouble is awarded to get rid of death,

and death always begins with the loss of will.

Reading epigraph

How do you understand these words?

What are the strong, courageous people, show the power of will in the fight against destiny, do you know? (Prometheus, Hercules, Cruzo, D. Send, M. Weldon, Hercules, O.Measure)

Today at the lesson we will get acquainted with the life of strong and courageous people: one of them is a person that really existed, the famous writer Jack London, the other - the nameless hero of his famous story.

II. Studying a new material

1. Teacher's story

Meet D. London

Famous American Writer Jack London (real name - John Griffith) grew up in the father's father, Irish Farmer John London.

Recalling childhood years, D. London wrote: "I was born in the poor family, I often thoughtfully and was often hungry. I never knew what it means to have your own toys. Poverty was our companion always. "

Study in elementary school, Jack at the same time sells newspapers. Twice a day, early in the morning before the start of classes and in the evening after school, he runs through the streets of the city, equiving and selling newspapers.

Instead of college, about who guy could not and dream, he begins to work at a canning factory, where the working day lasted 12-14 hours a day, and the fee per hour was only 10 cents.

In 15 years, a new life, complete adventures and dangers begins for Jack. He decided to engage in illegal catch of oysters in San Francisco Bay. Paradox: courage and courage that their guy showed during raids, led to what he was offered to work in a fishing patrol, where the dangers were no less, although the guards were protected by law.

Despite the fact that since childhood, the guy had a lot and hard work, he always found the time to read books and was a regular visitor to public libraries.

Londoni was also not 20 years old when he took part in the competition for the best story organized by San Francisko's Call newspaper. The young man wrote a story "Typhoon off the coast of Japan", for which he was awarded the first prize.

At the cost of incredible efforts, Jack enters the university, dreaming about studying. "The lack of funds, and besides, the realization that the university does not give me the necessary and takes too much time from me," all this made me leave, "wrote D. London.

In 1896, J. Karmak opened large gold deposits in the area of \u200b\u200bKlondiyaka. This discovery has become a signal for the start of the Golden Fever. Thousands of people went to Alaska, wishing easy and rapid enrichment. Among the gold kits found himself D. London. However, it was not possible to get rich. Having been in Alaska about a year, he fell ill with a quantine and returned to San Francisco as the same poorly as he left.

But the one-year stay in the north was the "last university" for him. "I found myself in Klondike," he wrote, "everyone is silent there. Everyone thinks. There you have a right view of life. My worldview was formed. " It is for staying at Alaska D. London and wrote his northern stories.

The first of them is "for those in the way" - was printed in 1899. Northern stories have become the beginning of the literary glory of D. London.

Only 40 years continued by the life path of the writer, and his literary heritage was great: for the life of D. London, there were 50 books written by him. The best of these is "thirst for life", "White Cang", "Martin Eden", "on the shores of Sacramento".

2. Theory of literature

The story is an epic genre, a small prosaic work, the plot of which is built on one, sometimes several episodes from one or more characters.

3. Reading the story "Thirst for Life"

4. Identification of reader's reading experiences

What struck you in the read work?

What feelings arose while reading?

What is this narrative does not look like other works that we read? (Strict circumstances, realistic image)

III. findings

IV. Homework

Prepare a brief retelling of the story of the "Thirst of Life", to learn the definitions of the stories.

The lesson of extracurricular reading in the 11th grade by the story of A.V. Kostyunina "Soviet" according to the technology "Development of critical thinking through reading and writing"
Each person is always someone's child. Boualersche
What is the critical thinking and why does it occupy a key position in modern life? This is a thinking of an independent, starting with the formulation of issues that need to be solved. One of the important points in the lesson is considered to be an activity. The technology of developing critical thinking through reading and writing is a set of various methods and techniques aimed at ensuring that, first, to interest the student, awaken research, creative activity in it, to use existing knowledge, secondly, to submit the conditions for understanding New material and, finally, help him creatively recycle and summarize the knowledge gained. This technology makes it possible to personal growth in the child, introduces it to the spiritual experience of mankind, develops his mind, individuality. Children gradually plunge into the creative world of the writer, aware of his wealth and diversity. The lesson never gives a ready-made answer, the point of view of the teacher is not imposed on the author's plan, the response search process is simply organized. Pupils go to their dressed (therefore valuable) knowledge. "The artistic text has a property to issue various information to various readers - everyone in the measure of his understanding, which is exactly which he needs and to the perception of which is prepared." (Lotman Yu.M. "Analysis of art text"). Therefore, it is important to include personal, let a small, life experience in the system of work in the lesson. Not only the event side is important, but a deep life sense laid by the author. It is no secret that the generation of the 21st century is difficult to focus on reading fiction, but the works of A.Kostunin make children think, defend their point of view. In grade 9, we met the story of "Mitten". Today we read the "Soviet".
The lesson of extracurricular reading is designed in accordance with this technology.
Epigraph
Life is short, but we
have the right to choose
what to spend this time
what to exchange every hour,
Each gift day.
A.Kostyunin

Purpose:
to teach to identify and formulate the problems of artistic text on the example of the story of A.Kostunin "Soviet" and associate these problems with life.
Tasks:
awaken cognitive interest among students; contribute to the ability to critically comprehend the information obtained through the text analysis; Create conditions for independent generalization and conclusions.
Equipment: Computer, Multimedia Projector, Presentation
The word teacher
Each person in his life path is at least once found with betrayal, cruelty, meanness. What can help find the right way out of the situation when it seems that there is no salvation? Is it possible to believe people after completely disappointed in them? We will talk about this today at the lesson.
(Pre-prepared message of one of the students)
A. Kostynn was born on August 25, 1964 in Karelia, p. Padans of the Medvezhiegorsky district. He graduated from art school in Medvezhiegorsk. He received a higher education in Petrozavodsk State University (Faculties Agricultural and Economic). Married, has two children. For many years now, he has been working at the Strategic Enterprise Enterprise OJSC JSC "Avangard" shipbuilding plant in Petrozavodsk. The main products of the enterprise: the basic traces of the Yakhont type, whose task is to ensure the deployment of the strategic nuclear forces of marine content. At this time, Alexander Kostynin is the chairman of the Board of Directors, a member of the Defense Expert Council under the Chairman of the Federation Council. Alexander Viktorovich Sostyn is a talented man, and his talent is versatile. He is fond of painting, photography and literary creativity. In 2007, Alexander Kostyunin's book "In the Font White Night" was recognized as the best book of the year in the nomination "Tale and Stories (Small Prose)" at the annual international literary premium "Clouds".
1 stage lesson
Phase call

Tasks: update available knowledge; awaken cognitive interest; Motivate for further work.
Can you assume what will go in the story?
So, the council. What associations you have this word. Let's make a syncuine (a means of creative expression during an emotional pause in a lesson).
(Options for answering eleventh graders)
Council
Small, defenseless
Beeps, hiding, afraid
Need help Mom.
Powerless!

Council
Small, inquisitive
Stresses, wondered, looks out
Nothing else can.
Will increase!
Council
Warm, pitiful
Confused, defended, looks
Where are the parents?
Sorry!

Let's see how it really looks like a couson who has fallen out of the socket (watching video phrase).
But the story will not go about a small defenseless bird, but about a small defenseless girl.
"He called her the Council.
Looks
Widely opened expressive eyes. Long eyelashes. (It seemed to hear it was how they clapped.) Three, Makhonkaya. Serious-serious. Mother braided her pigtails once a week. Very tight, so that they did not disengage. The girl is flooded, and the head is spinning: right-left, right-left. (Just like Owls.) Mopices followed back and forth. "

II stage lesson
Phase of reflection

Phase problem: Conservation of interest in the topic in direct work with the text; Help students actively perceive material; Assistance in the correlation of old knowledge with new ones.
On the screen, the key words from the first part of this story, try to predict it (work in notebooks for 5 minutes).

house on the edge
luxury
in the courtyard
go out in the summer to the street

outside the house dandelion

huge gray rats
tried to fight with them

Let's read the author's text and compare with what you wrote.
Our house was on the edge of the provincial town. Dvu-tailed, brick, landscaped luxury at that time. In the courtyard corner of the charming forest garden. In the center of magnifier pines. They supported their crowns sky. Rows of black currant bushes, lilac. Next door, behind a high mesh fence, a huge school household plot. Birds are flying from the branch to the branch, twitched, sing sliding on different voices. You will get out in the summer of grace! Through the trams, and the thick trolleybuses, our town did not relieve in the status. Still small. Going along the central street, you will make a step to the side, you whisk for a wide canopy of the poplar leaf, we will be drunk through the thickets of the cushion and immediately find yourself on the quiet Reserve Polyanka in front of the house. As if in a distant oasis. The fact that our cheerful yellow house dandelion seemed fabulous sunny. But in life as: if the sun shines on the one hand, with another mandatory darkness. What exactly was hiding behind the elegant facade, tenants knew well. The prevail was erected on the site of the former garbage. With rush construction, the lower bricks laid right on the crude land, they also served the foundation. Therefore, the house in front of grew to the ground. Walls, the ceiling when driving down, the floor was lowered faster. Greens appeared between the floor and the walls. First small. They were carefully sealed with cement mortar, but they were expanding more and more and no longer causing a recalcitrant breaks. This caused the circumstance most of the original inhabitants of Gray rats. They were not spelled out here, although they lived in a house on full rights. We were picked up to them. The landfill, where they used to have worriedly hurt, the trials of the citizens found the roof in the form of our house. They became warmer, referring, more interesting: at night, in search of food, they are whoned lockers in the kitchen; Delvito kept in the intermediary bucket; Through the cutters in the walls with a trap, wearing an apartment in the apartment, running around the bodies of sleeping people. The gray hordes were sicked under the floor, they were arranged, organized orgies. In the first years we tried to fight with them. Food bait with poison were added to the corners. Rats, in protest, dirty under the floor. Smerah in the house stood so though on the street run!
And here we see the reception of the contrast. The outside side of the house and the house from the inside. The author opposes the external beauty and internal deformity.
Reading with stops
Fragment First
The author noted such a detail: "The mother braided her pigtails once a week, very tight, so as not broken." Why? (So \u200b\u200bas not to engage in the child)

"The Council went to the first class. Mother spent her to school once, on this conception ended. "
"Raisa gave the Council to the extended group, took the latter."
Why did a mother, spending Natasha in the first class, immediately gave it to the extended day group, took the latter? (I wanted to arrange a personal life)
How did the girl spent the evening?
"In the darkness of the courtyard - intermittent metal recreation: the Council swings on the swing. This lonely creak in black silence spishes the soul. " At the time when the family can get together, talk, arrange family readings.
How did Nataska advent of the new dad? (In the soul there lived hope that everything will change)
"Marsh in the kitchen! Knees get up! Fight kill! "
Natasha is awesome, bitterly cried.
The writer did not describe in detail how the Council with a new dad lives. It includes a narrative of only one scene of the punishment. Uncle Zhora puts the baby to his knees on a pea, leaving her in a cold corner all night.
But what about the child? The Council is not fully separated from the world completely, does not become angry and cruel, but ceases to laugh with children's sliding laugh. We understand that even after Natasha, frightened, became a mute, Raisa never ceased to behave differently. Lack of girls now symbolizes helplessness in this cruel world. Why should her voice need if no one wants to hear and is not trying to help?
Parental love. What is more expensive to man? Many of those who have traded the fate of a child on alcohol or a fun, a demandless life. For the time being. Listen to the poem
V.Lecedeva "Garage".
Hear, Fedya,
Where is the collective farm backpack?
Take potatoes in the garage.
Let's go, son, not too late
And then the ninth hour already.
December, again Avral at Mom:
Two shifts from night to morning.
We have dinner today
Yes, do not eat you, it's time.
He argued his dear
About the fact that the family feeds
No store, thank God,
And that potatoes have its own.
Come to the garage, father car
Stroked his gentle hand
Thought turned to his son
And he says to him: "Wait!
I came up with something, Fedya.
You still stay here inside
I walk to neighbors,
And you pick potatoes.
I will talk about rubber.
Door I renewate. And he left
To the neighbor's neighbor,
So that it was with what to sit at the table
Woke up at home at sunrise:
In the hallway, the light is broken,
Everything is quiet - there is no son at home
And suddenly like a volat: "Garage!"
Do not remember how half-breed,
He got to the garage.
Yell like a beast: "Son, where are you?"
Knocking teeth and trembling
From the horror of the earth a hundred gray
The key gripped the slot of the castle,
Not sick, like an iron door
Hit a naked hand
Rushed ... pierced and thin
Frozen loops rusty moan,
And in ice tears baby
Fell with a knock on concrete.
Fragment of the second
What did Natasha invented in order to brighten their existence? (Fairy Tale) What role in the composition of the work occupies a fairy tale of the girl Agu, reflecting all the experiences of the main character?
We read the fairy tale, trying to understand what the child wants.
Wants to be loved, necessary.
"Behind the wall, as if behind the scenes of the theater, the children's voice said mysteriously:
I lived, there was a little girl in the world "

"On the wild apple tree, nothing can grow, except the dick." How can you comment on these words?

Fragment Third
The narrator is an overview observer, he sees how they treat the girl. How do you see it? (Indifferent).
How does the Sorry Soviet behave in relation to the story of the story? (Helps to do lessons, accompanies to school, protects, friendship converts into love).

Fragment fourth
The father of Seryogi firmly decided to say to his son that they were not a couple with Natasha: "There was not enough bride - a disabled." What stopped him?
How do you understand the words: "Will we - will be good"?

3 stages
Phase reflexia
Phase problem: help students independently summarize the material.
Do many of your assumptions confirmed during reading?
Continuing to work with Sincaway. What words would you like to remove or maybe add after reading the story?
Council
Unhappy, happy
Tolerates, suffer, loves
How little you need a person for happiness!
To love her!

"In heaven more joy will be about one sinner entering, rather than the ninety-nine righteous, who have no need for repentance." How do you understand these words? How can they relate to our story?

I would finish the lesson I would like to arrive.
Two young couples lived in one village, they were friends from the very childhood, got married in one day, and in one day they had children. But misfortune happened: during childbirth, both mothers died, and the fathers began to raise children themselves. There was time. Kids grown, they were 10 years old.
The father of the first child could not be recognized: White ash was covered with his head, wrinkles made him even older, the soul and body aged. And the father of the second child was the same as 10 years ago. And they took the envy of the neighbor, there was no trace from friendship.
He went to the local sage and asked such a question: "Tell me, the wisest thing, why is my neighbor so young so far, and there were no serious care?"
"What concerns are you talking about?" - asked his sage.
And he said the parent: "He brought up a child after all, the economy itself leads, does everything himself"
"And tell me, please, as you raise your child," asked him the wisest. "I," the coming story began his story, "I found it for the baby almost immediately after birth. For these ten years, I almost did not see my child: I worked a lot to secure my food, pay the cormal, to pay for housing. I was looking for pleasures to take everything from life, I was looking for my wife to help me raise my son.
I kept him in rigor and fear before the punishment for the provinces, raising obedience in it. He had to assimilate that the eldest is always right, and they must be respected for their position in society that he should be grateful to me for having left him when his mother died
But he always tried to harm me. For my love, for the care of him, for my desire to raise him with a worthy successor of my noble kind, he pays us such a coin "
"What is your love for your child, your participation in his life?" - asked his old man.
"How in what? - Father exclaimed with bewilderment. - I care about him: Kormilitsa, teachers, money, expensive gifts for birthdays I'm his father, I gave him life, I was attempted at work, providing my own and his future "
"And to whom your child is experiencing good feelings?" - Suddenly asked his sage.
"He loves, he listens his feeder, this rootless, who does not have his own home, no name and title. He respects his teacher who is also shy, "the parent response sounded.
"And it doesn't seem to you that you wanted your attention to your attention to myself, wanted you to pay him attention, and not to your guests?" - unexpectedly asked his old man. In response - one perplexity.
"Let's call your neighbor and ask him how he brings up his child. Maybe he will reveal to us the secret of youth, about whose loss you are so regret, "the sage suggested. The father of the second child came: "Did you call me, the wisest?"
"Yes, we really want to know: what is the secret of your youth, what is the secret of your education that the child is listening to you that he grows cheerful and sociable that he is glad to be your guests that he loves and respects you?"
"I never thought about keeping my youth, I just have no time to think about such trifles, I have a child who has replaced my mother from birth, and my father I have always been with him next, at any time of the day and night.
When I worried around the house, he was always next to me and watched, how I cook food, wash, clean the room, how I feed my homework, like I stretch the sheep, straighten it and my child, who now helps me in everything .
For five years I gave him a wooden plank for a letter, we learned the letters with him. A simple teacher who became a native man helps him master various sciences. In my free time I play with my child, we have fun we celebrate holidays, prepare different games for birthdays, we invite numerous guests. We draw him, we like, dance, read books, I just have no time to grow old, I am constantly next to my childhood, next to the child who became my soul, my heart, my life. And while I need him, I will always be with him next. "Father finished his story.

application
Work sheet

Entrance to work
Make a syncuine
Council

Work with text

house on the edge
luxury
in the courtyard
go out in the summer to the street
trams and thick trolleybuses
outside the house dandelion
if on the one hand was built on the spot
huge gray rats
tried to fight with them
Creating text

Acceptance of contrast is

Culmination
"There was still missing bride - disabled"!

Work in groups
Literary parallels
In what other works of literature do we see the irresponsible attitude of parents for children?

Socialization
(reading work)
Write down the names of the guys whose texts were close to the author
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Whose texts were exactly the opposite
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What pictures - expressive means uses the author in the text? What is their role? What can be transferred to the author with artistic agents?
Epithets _________________________

Metaphors _____________________
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Comparisons ______________________
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Reflection

Homework:
pick up the parable on this issue

On the shores of Sacramento

Jack London. On the shores of Sacramento

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The wind rushes-ho-ho-haugh! -

Right in California.

Sacramento - the edge is rich:

Gold row shovel!

Slim boy has a thin piercing voice that sowed this seaside song, which sailors are minted in all parts of the world, choosing anchor to move to the port of Frisco. It was an ordinary boy, he never seen the sea in her eyes, but only two hundred feet from him - just descend from the rock - Burlila Sacramento River. Kid Jerry - so called him because there was still old Jerry, his father; From him, the baby heard this song and he inherited brightly red swirls, fierce blue eyes and very white, covered with freckles the skin.

The old "Jerry was a sailor, he walked around the seas to be a good half of his life, and the song Satrosh itself asks for the language. But once in some Asian port, when he sang together with twenty other sailors, knocking out of his strength over the damned anchor, the words of this song for the first time forced him to think seriously. Updated in San Francisco, he spread with his vessel and with the sea and went to look at his own eyes of Ja Beach Sacramento.

He was then he saw gold. He hired to work at the Golden Gold mine and found himself a highly useful person with a suspension device at a height of two hundred feet above the river.

Then this road remained under its supervision. He followed the cables, kept them in good condition, loved them and soon became an indispensable worker at the mine "Golden Glaza". And then he loved the pretty Margaret Kelly, but she very soon left him and Baby Jerry, who just started walking, and fell asleep in a small cemetery among large, harsh pines.

Old Jerry never returned to the maritime service. He lived near his suspension road and all the love, which was capable of his soul, was given to a thick steel rushes and the baby Jerry. For the mine "Golden Glaza" came black days, but then the old man stayed in the company's service to watch an abandoned enterprise.

However, this morning it was not visible. Only the baby Jerry was sitting on the porch and sowed an old sailor song. He himself prepared his breakfast and has already managed to manage him, and now it came out to look at the white light. Nearby, steps are twenty from him (a huge steel drum rummaged, an endless metal cable was wounded. Next to the drum was a thoroughly attached trolley for ore. Having traced the dizzying flight of steel cables, twisted high above the river, Kid Jerry distinguished far on the bank Another drum and another trolley.

The construction was performed simply by force: the trolley moved, drought by its own weight, and at this time the empty trolley was moving from the opposite shore. When the loaded trolley was emptied, and the empty loaded ore, everything was repeated again, repeated many, many hundred and thousands of times, since the old Jerry became a soulful road.

Kid Jerry stopped singing, having heard the approaching steps. A tall man in a blue shirt, with a rifle on his shoulder came out of a pine forest. It was a hall, the watchman at the Yellow Dragon mine, located about a mile from here upstream Sacramento, where the road was thrown into the coast.

- Great, baby! He was doing. - What are you doing here one-odinee?

"And here I am now for the owner," the Baby Jerry has created a more careless tone, as if he didn't first be one. "The Father, you know, left." - Where did you go? - asked the hall. - in San Francisco. He left last night. My brother died, somewhere in the old world. So he went with a lawyer to cake. Tomorrow evening will come back.

All this Jerry laid out with the proud consciousness that a big responsibility was entrusted to him - the Golden Glazing mine is written. It was visible at the same time that he was afraid of a wonderful adventure - the opportunity to live quite one on this rock over the river and preparing myself breakfast, lunch and dinner.

- Well, see be careful, "the Hall advised him," do not try to indulge with cables. " And I go to see if it would be possible to shoot a deer in the Canyon Corn Canyon.

"No matter how rainfall is," said Jerry powerively.

- I am what! Wrinkle, what is scary? - laughed Hall and, turning, disappeared between the trees.

Jerry's prediction about rain came true. The clock to ten pines squeezed, burned, moaned, glass 1B stained windows, the rain was overwhelmed with long oblique jets. In half the twelfth Jerry spread the fire in the hearth and. barely pierced twelve, sat down to dine.

"Today, of course, you don't have to walk," he decided, worn thoroughly and removing the dishes after her eating. And I thought: "How should the loss of the Hall! And whether he managed to shoot a deer? "

Near the hour of the day knocked on the door, and when Jerry discovered, a man and woman broke into the room, as if by the wind, the wind stained. It was Mr. and Mrs. Spilllen, farmers who lived in a secluded valley, miles in twelve from the river.

- Where is the hall? - Failling, rubbed demands spilllene.

Jerry noticed that the farmer was excited and rushing somewhere, and Mrs. Spillen, apparently, very upset.

It was thin, completely fading a woman who had worked a lot on her cent; Sad, hopelessly laid a heavy seal on her face. The same grave life bent the back of her husband, cherished his arms and covered her hair with a dry ashes of the early seedy.

- He went to the hunt, in the canyon "Krichnoy Cow". And what do you need, on the other side, what do you need?

The woman began to sneak softly, and the spillment had an exclamation, expressing extreme annoyance. He walked over to the window. Jerry became with him next to him and also glanced in the window, toward the suspension road; The cables were almost no visible behind the thick roasting rain.

Usually, residents of the surrounding villages were transferred through Sacramento along the "yellow dragon" cable car. For the crossing, a small fee was relying, from which the company "Yellow Dragon" paid a salary hall.

"We need to go to the shore, Jerry," said Spiellen. "The father of her," he poked his finger towards the crying wife, "crushed at the mine, in the" Clover Sheet "mine. There was an explosion. They say it will not survive. And we just gave to know.

Jerry felt the heart eacked him. He realized that Spiellen wants to cross the cables of the Golden Dreams, but without Old Jerry, he could not decide on such a step, because they didn't take passengers on their road, and she had long been inaction.

- May be. Hall will come soon, "the boy said. Spilen shook his head. - And father where? - he asked.

"In San Francisco," Korotko replied Jerry. With a hoarse moan, the spillment was furiously slammed with a fist on the palm. His wife sobbed everything louder, and Jerry heard, as she was due: "Ah, do not help, do not help, die ..."

The boy felt that he was about to pay; He stood in indecision, not knowing what to do. But Spiellen decided for him.

- Listen, baby, "he told a tone that does not allow any objections - we need to cross my wife

by all means in your way. Can you help us in this matter - run this thing?

Jerry involuntarily backed up, for sure he was suggested to touch something unauthorized.

"I'd rather go see if Hall returned," he said timidly. - And if not? Jerry jammed again.

- If it happens that I am responsible for everything. Do you see, baby, we need to be cut to the top of the side. - Jerry nodded hesitantly. - And waiting for the hall there is no point, -thelnomed spillen, "he himself understand that he will not return from the Canyon. So go, run the drum.

"It's not surprising that Mrs. Sverlen had such a frightened look when we helped her climbing the trolley," Jerry thought unwittingly, looking down, in the abyss, which now seemed completely bottomless. The far shore, which was located at a distance of seven feet, was not visible through the shower, cushioning in the whirlwind of clouds, fierce foam and splashes. And the cliff, on which they stood, left the steep wall right in the rabbit MGLU, and it seemed that from steel cables there, down, not two hundred feet, but at least mile. ..

"Well, ready?" Asked Jerry. - Come on! - The throat spiled Spillen to shout out the wind. He sat down at the trolley next to his wife and took her hand.

Jerry did not like it.

- You will have to stay with both hands: the wind highly pops! Shouted.

The husband and his wife immediately spread their arms and tightly grabbed the edges of the trolley, and Jerry carefully released the brake lever. "The drum does not rush to spin, the endless cable began to unwind, and the trolley slowly moved into the air abyss, clinging to the sketch wheels for fixed rail three, stretched at the top.

Jerry was not the first time spent the trolley. But so far he had to have it only under the supervision of his father. He gently adjusted the speed with the brake lever. It was necessary to slow down, because the trolley was strongly swollen from the rabid gusts of the wind, and before it was completely hidden behind the wall of the rain, she felt like that a little turned into the abyss of his live cargo.

After that, Jerry could judge the movement of the trolley only on the rope movement. He watched very closely as the cable is unwound from the drum.

- Three hundred feet ... - he whispered, as the marks on the cable were held, - three hundred fifty ... four hundred ... four hundred ...

The cable stopped. Jerry jerked the brake lever, but the cable did not move. Boy with both hands grabbed the cable and pulled him on himself, trying to move him off his place. Not! Somewhere clearly stroked. But where exactly, he could not guess, and the trolley was not visible. He raised his eyes up and with difficulty distinguished the empty trolley in the air, which was supposed to move to it at the same speed, with which trolley with the cargo was removed. She was from him about two hundred and fifty feet. This meant that somewhere in a gray millet at an altitude of two hundred feet above the boiling river and at a distance of two hundred and fifty feet from another shore hanging in the air stuck in the way spillen with his wife.

Three times Jerry duck them all the power of his lungs, but his voice was shattered in a frantic roar of bad weather. While he feverishly came through in the mind, what would be to do, quickly running clouds over the river suddenly have been drunk and born, and for a moment he saw the swollen Sacramento downstairs and hanging the trolley with people in the air. Then the clouds come together again, and it became even darker over the river than before.

The boy carefully examined the drum, but did not find any problems in it. Apparently, something faulty in the drum on the bank. It was terrible to imagine how these two hanging over the abyss among the roaring storms, swinging in the serpent trolley, and do not know why she suddenly stopped. And just think that they will have to hang and hang until he goes to the shore on the cables of the "Yellow Dragon" and will not get to the ill-fated drum, because of which all this is staring!

But then Jerry remembered that in Chulana, where the tools are stored, there is a block and ropes, and from all the legs rushed after them. He quickly attached the block to the cable and began to pull - he pulled out of all his might, so the hands were right away from the shoulders, and the muscles seemed to be bundled. However, the cable. He moved from place. Now nothing else remained how to move to the shore.

Jerry has already managed to get into the bones, so now the breaking his head fled to the "Yellow Dragon", not even noticing the rain. The wind caught him, and it was easy to run, although it was disturbed by the thought, which would have to do without the help of the hall and no one would slow down the trolley. He himself built himself a brake from a strong rope that loops threw on a fixed cable.

The wind with mad stream flew to him, whistled, zared him in the ears, swaying and throwing up the trolley, and the baby Jerry introduced more clearly to himself, which is now the two twists - spiroil and his wife. It gave him courage. Protectly crossing himself, he screamed at the slope and, with difficulty while holding his feet from the busting of the wind, but still trying to run, headed for the drum "Golden Dreams".

After examining it, the baby with horror discovered that the drum was in perfect order. And on this and at the other end everything is in good condition. Where in this case stroke? Not otherwise as in the middle!

The trolley with a couple of spillments was from him only two hundred and fifty feet. Jerry could distinguish between the moving rain curtain Jerry and the woman spent on the bottom of the trolley and as if allemented with an enraged element. In the interval between the two squalls, he shouted the spillen to check if the running wheels were fine.

Spiellen, "Apparently, he heard him, because Jerry saw him, carefully raised his knees, fell both wheels of trolley, then turned his face to the shore. - Everything is fine here, baby!

Jerry barely heard these words, but the meaning of them reached him. So what happened? Now it was already possible not to doubt that it's all about an empty trolley; She was not visible from here, but he knew that she was hanging there, in this terrible abyss, for two hundred feet from the spillle's trollee.

He, without thinking, decided what to do. He was only fourteen years old, to this thin, moving boy, but he grew up in the mountains, his father dedicated him to various secrets of sailor art, and he was not at all afraid of heights.

In a drawer with tools near the drum, he found an old wrench, a small iron rod and a whole bundle of almost new Manila cable. He unsuccessfully tried to find some kind of ski to make himself a kind of likeness of the sailor cradle, but at hand there was nothing but huge Tessen; There was nothing to cut them, and he was forced to do without a comfortable saddle.

The saddle that Jerry had arranged for himself, was easier than simple: he crossed the rope through a fixed cable, on which an empty trolley hung, and, tightening it with a node, made a large loop; Sitting in this loop, he could easily get his hands to the cable and hold on for him. And at the top where the loop was to rub about the metal cable, he put his jacket, because no matter how I was looking for, I could not find a rag or an old bag.

Havor finished all these preparations, Jerry was hung in his loop and moved directly to the abyss, turning around the cable. He took with him a wrench, a small iron rod and a few feet of rope. The path was lying horizontally, but a little up, but not the rise made it difficult, but a terrible wind. When the rabid gusts of the wind threw Jerry then there, then they almost turned the hair around here, he felt that his heart would die from fear. After all, the cable is quite old ... And what if he will not stand his gravity and these mad laminate winds, will not stand and break?

It was the frank fear. Jerry felt like he sucks under the spoon, and his knees were trembling with a shallow shiver, which he could not hold back.

But the baby courageously continued his way. The cable was a dilapidated, stoned, sharp ends of the torn wires, who protruded in all directions, spread their hands into the blood. Jerry noticed this, only when I decided to make the first stop and tried to finish it to spillles. Their trolley hung now right under it, at a distance of just a few feet, so he could have explained to them what happened and why he was started at this journey.

"Would be happy to help you," Spilen shouted, "Yes, my wife is not at all in myself!" Look, baby, be careful! I myself asked for it, but now, besides you, we have no one to rescue.

- Yes, so I will not leave you! - Jerry shouted to him. - Tell Mrs. Spilllen, which will not pass and minutes as she will be on the other side.

Under the cannger torrential rain, hanging out of the side aside, as the touched pendulum, feeling unbearable pain in the wasopted palms, choking from the effort and from the air driving in the light rapid mass, Jerry finally got to empty trolley.

From the first look, the boy was convinced that he did not in vain committed this terrible journey. Trolley hung on two wheels; One of them was very difficult during the long service and jumped off the cable, which was now tightly clamped between the wheel itself and his climate.

It was clear that first of all it was necessary to free the wheel from the cluster, and during this work the trolley must be tightly tied with a rope to a stationary cable.

After a quarter of an hour, Jerry finally managed to bind the trolley, - it was all he achieved. The check, which kept the wheel on the axis, completely rusted and became tight. Jerry, from all his strength, broke on her with one hand, and the other kept, as he could, but the wind continuously flew and swayed him, and he was very often blurted and did not get on the check. Nine tenths of all his efforts went to keep in place; Fearing to drop the key, he tied him to his hand with a nose handkerchief.

Half an hour has passed. Jerry moved a check from the place, but he failed to pull it out. Dozens of times he was ready to despair, everything seemed in vain - and the danger he was subjected and all his efforts. But suddenly it as if painted. With feverish hasty, he began to rummage in his pockets. And found what he needed is a long fat nail.

If it were not for this nail, which is unknown when and as hit him in his pocket, Jerry would have to come back to the shore. Take a nail into the opening of the checks, he finally grabbed it, and after a minute, the check jumped out of the axis.

Then he began with an iron rod, which he tried to free the wheel, stuck between the cable and the climb. When it was done, Jerry put the wheel on the old place and, with the help of a rope, tightening the trolley, finally planted the wheel on the metal cable.

However, all this took a lot of time. An hour and a half has passed since Jerry got here. And now he finally decided to get out of his "saddle" and jump into the trolley. He bounced the rope that kept her, and the wheels slowly rolled over the cable. The trolley moved. And the boy knew that somewhere there, below - although he was not a visible-trolley with spilles, only in the opposite direction.

Now he was no longer needed a brake, because the weight of his body was enough to balance the severity of another trolley. And soon the tall clouds and an old, familiar, confidently rotating drum seemed from the MGLL clouds.

Jerry jumped to the ground and secured his trolley. He did it calmly and carefully. And then suddenly, it's not half a hero-rushed to the ground at the drum himself, despite the storm and shower, and buried loudly.

There were a lot of reasons for this: unbearable pain in the heated hands, terrible fatigue and the consciousness that he finally freed himself from the terrible nervous tension, who did not let him go for a few hours, and still - a hot, exciting feeling of joy because Spillen with his wife is now safe.

They were far and, of course, could not thank it, but he knew that somewhere there, for a furious, broken river, they are now in a hurry on the path to the "Clover Sheet" mine.

Jerry, perepping, walked to the house. The white handle of the door was painted with blood when he took up her, but he did not even notice it.

The boy was proud and satisfied with himself, because he firmly knew what he did right; And since he has not yet been able to sick, he was not afraid to admit to himself, which made a good thing. One small regret was kept in his heart: ah, if the father had been here and saw him!