Unit 21THE SHIPWRECKfrom Kidnapped

Unit 21THE SHIPWRECKfrom Kidnapped by R. L. StevensonDavid Bal four, a sixteen-year-old boy, is on board a brig bound for America. The brig meets with a violent storm off the coast of Scotland. During the shipwreck that follows David is cast overboard. He cannot swim and is being carried along by the waves and choked until, fortunately, he manages to get hold of a floating board. After a desperate struggle he is flung upon the shore.He spends the first night walking to and fro upon the beach for fear he might be frozen. At dawn he finds to his horror that he has been cast on a rocky island, cut off from the mainland by a strait. All his attempts to get across the strait end in failure. Completely exhausted, David gives himself up for lost.In all the books I have read of people cast away on a desert island, they had either their pockets full of tools or a chest of things would be thrown upon the beach as if on purpose. My case was very different. What with the cold and hunger, I felt more miserable than words can tell. I stood shivering in the rain, wet and bare foot, and wondered what to do till it occurred to me that shellfish, of which there were plenty on the island, might be good to eat. I ate them cold and raw; and they seemed to me delicious. They must have poisoned me, for I had no sooner eaten my first meal, than felt miserably sick and lay for a long time no better than dead.In fact as long as I was on the island I never could distinguish what particular shellfish it was that hurt me: sometimes the shellfish restored my strength, and sometimes I felt sick for hours.The second day I explored the entire island and chose a place on a hillside to be my home. I had a good reason for my choice: from there I could distinguish the top of a great ancient church and the roofs of houses on the mainland. Morning and evening I saw smoke go up. I used to watch this smoke when I was wet and cold and lonely. It kept hope alive and saved me from the sense of horror I had when I was alone with the dead rocks and the rain, and the sea.It seemed impossible that I should die on the shores of my own country and within view of men's houses.But the second day passed; and though I kept a look out for boats or men, no help came. It had been raining for more than twenty-four hours. My clothes were beginning to rot; my throat was so sore that I could hardly swallow; the very sight of shellfish sickened me. I f elt completely exhausted.It did not clear until the afternoon of the third day; this was the day of incidents. As soon as the sun came up, I lay down on the top of the rock to dry myself. My mood changed, I was hopeful and searched the sea with a fresh interest. All of a sudden a boat with a pair of fishers came flying round the corner of the isle. I shouted out and ran along the shore from rock to rock.There was no doubt they had observed me, for they cried out something and laughed. But the boat never turned aside and flew on. It was unbelievable that they should have seen me and left me to die! I could not believe in such wickedness! Even after they were out of reach of my voice, I still cried and waved to them; I thought my heart would burst. But all was in vain. If a wish could kill men, those fishers would have died.On the fourth day of this horrible life of mine I observed a boat heading for my island. Unable to hold myself back, with my heart beating wildly and my legs shaking under me, I ran to the seaside. It was the same boat with the same men as yesterday. But now there was a third man with them. As soon as they were within hearing, they let down their sail and lay quiet. They drew no nearer and, what increased my fear, the new man roared with laughter as he looked at me. Then he addressed me, speaking fast and waving his hand towards the mainland. Was he suggesting that I should try and make my way across the strait? I picked out the word "tide." I had a flash of hope! "Do you mean when the tide is out..." I cried and could not finish."Yes, yes," said he. "Tide."At that I set off running as I had never run in my life. Before long I came out on the shore of the strait; and sure enough, it had become a little stream of water, through which I dashed, splashing, not above my knees, and landed with a shout on the mainland.A sea-bred boy would not have stayed a day on the isle which is only a tidal islet, and can be entered and left twice in every twenty-four hours.Even I, if I had sat down to think, might have guessed the secret. But for the fishers, I might have left my bones there.I have seen wicked men and fools; and I believe they both get paid in the end; but the fools first.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Unit 21
THE Shipwreck
from Kidnapped by the RL Stevenson
by David of Bal four, a sixteen-year-old boy, is on board a brig bound for America. The brig meets with a violent storm off the coast of Scotland. During the shipwreck that follows David is cast overboard. He can not swim and is being carried along by the waves and choked until, fortunately, he manages to get hold of a floating board. After a desperate struggle he is flung upon the shore.
He spends the first night walking to and fro upon the beach for fear he might be frozen. At dawn he finds to his horror that he has been cast on a rocky island, cut off from the mainland by a strait. All his attempts to get across the strait end in failure. Completely exhausted, David gives himself up for lost.
In all the books I have read of people cast away on a desert island, they had either their pockets full of tools or a chest of things would be thrown upon the beach as if on purpose. My case was very different. What with the cold and hunger, I felt more miserable than words can tell. I stood shivering in the rain, wet and bare foot, and wondered what to do till it occurred to me that shellfish, of which there were plenty on the island, might be good to eat. I ate them cold and raw; and they seemed to me delicious. They must have poisoned me, for I had no sooner eaten my first meal, than felt miserably sick and lay for a long time no better than dead.
In fact as long as I was on the island I never could distinguish what particular shellfish it was that hurt me: sometimes the shellfish restored my strength, and sometimes I felt sick for hours.
The second day I explored the entire island and chose a place on a hillside to be my home. I had a good reason for my choice : from there I could distinguish the top of a great ancient church and the roofs of houses on the mainland. Morning and evening I saw smoke go up . I used to watch this smoke when I was wet and cold and lonely. It kept hope alive and saved me from the sense of horror I had when I was alone with the dead rocks and the rain, and the sea.
It seemed impossible that I should die on the shores of my own country and within view of men's houses.
But the second day passed; and though I kept a look out for boats or men, no help came. It had been raining for more than twenty -four hours. My clothes were beginning to rot; my throat was so sore that I could hardly swallow; the very sight of shellfish sickened me. I f elt completely exhausted.
It did not clear until the afternoon of the third day; this was the day of incidents. As soon as the sun came up, I lay down on the top of the rock to dry myself. My mood changed, I was hopeful and searched the sea with a fresh interest. All of a sudden a boat with a pair of fishers came flying round the corner of the isle. I shouted out and ran along the shore from rock to rock.
There was no doubt they had observed me, for they cried out something and laughed. But the boat never turned aside and flew on. It was unbelievable that they should have seen me and left me to die! I could not believe in such wickedness! Even after they were out of reach of my voice, I still cried and waved to them; I thought my heart would burst. But all was in vain. If a wish could kill men, those fishers would have died.
On the fourth day of this horrible life of mine I observed a boat heading for my island. Unable to hold myself back, with my heart beating wildly and my legs shaking under me, I ran to the seaside. It was the same boat with the same men as yesterday. But now there was a third man with them. As soon as they were within hearing, they let down their sail and lay quiet. They drew no nearer and, what increased my fear, the new man roared with laughter as he looked at me. Then he addressed me, speaking fast and waving his hand towards the mainland. Was he suggesting that I should try and make my way across the strait? I picked out the word "tide. " I had a flash of hope! "Do you mean when the tide is out ..." I cried and could not finish.
"Yes, yes," said he . "Tide."
At that I set off running as I had never run in my life. Before long I came out on the shore of the strait; and sure enough, it had become a little stream of water, through which I dashed, splashing, not above my knees, and landed with a shout on the mainland.
A sea-bred boy would not have stayed a day on the isle which is only a tidal islet, and can be entered and left twice in every twenty-four hours.
Even I, if I had sat down to think, might have guessed the secret. But for the fishers, I might have left my bones there.
I have seen wicked men and fools; and I believe they both get paid in the end; but the fools first.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Unit 21
THE SHIPWRECK
from Kidnapped by R. L. Stevenson
David Bal four, a sixteen-year-old boy, is on board a brig bound for America. The brig meets with a violent storm off the coast of Scotland. During the shipwreck that follows David is cast overboard. He cannot swim and is carried along by the waves and choked until, fortunately, he manages to get hold of a floating board. After a desperate struggle he is flung upon the shore.
He spends the first night walking to and fro on the beach for fear he might be frozen. At dawn he finds to his horror that he has been cast on a rocky island, cut off from the mainland by a strait. All his attempts to get across the strait end in failure. Completely exhausted, David gives himself up for lost.
In all the books I have read of people cast away on a desert island, they had either their pockets full of tools or a chest of things would be thrown upon the beach as if on purpose. My case was very different. What with the cold and hunger, I felt more miserable than the words can tell. I stood shivering in the rain, wet and bare foot, and wondered what to do till it occurred to me that shellfish, of which there were plenty on the island, might be good to eat. I ate them cold and raw; and they seemed to me delicious. They must have poisoned me, for I had no sooner eaten my first meal, than felt miserably sick and laid for a long time no better than dead.
In fact as long as I was on the island I could never distinguish what particular shellfish it was that hurt me: sometimes the shellfish restored my strength, and sometimes I felt sick for hours.
The second day I explored the entire island and chose a place on a hillside to be my home. I had a good reason for my choice: from there I could distinguish the top of a great ancient church and the roofs of houses on the mainland. Morning and evening I saw smoke go up. I used to watch this smoke when I was wet and cold and lonely. It kept hope alive and saved me from the sense of horror I had when I was alone with the dead rocks and the rain, and the sea.
It seemed impossible that I should die on the shores of my own country and within view of men's houses.
But the second day passed; and though I kept a look out for boats or men, no help came. It has been raining for more than twenty-four hours. My clothes were beginning to rot; my throat was so sore that I could hardly swallow; the very sight of shellfish sickened me. I f elt completely exhausted.
It did not clear until the afternoon of the third day; this was the day of the incidents. As soon as the sun came up, I lay down on the top of the rock to dry myself. My mood changed, I was hopeful and searched the sea with a fresh interest. All of a sudden a boat with a pair of fishers came flying around the corner of the isle. I shouted out and ran along the shore from rock to rock.
There was no doubt they had observed me, for they cried out something and laughed. But the boat never turned away and flew on. It was incredible that they should have seen me and left me to die! I could not believe in such wickedness! Even after they were out of reach of my voice, I still cried and waved to them; I thought my heart would burst. But all was in vain. If a wish could kill the men, those fishers would have died.
On the fourth day of this horrible life of mine I observed a boat heading for my island. Unable to hold myself back, with my heart beating wildly and my legs shaking under me, I ran to the seaside. It was the same boat with the same men as yesterday. But now there was a third man with them. As soon as they were in hearing, they let down their sail and lay quiet. They drew no nearer and, what increased my fear, the new man roared with laughter as he looked at me. Then he addressed me, speaking fast and waving his hand towards the mainland. Was he suggesting that I should try and make my way across the strait? I picked out the word "tide." ""Do you mean when the tide is out..." I cried and could not finish.
""Yes, yes,"" he said. ""Tide."
At that I set off running as I had never run in my life. Before long I came out on the shore of the strait; and sure enough, it had become a little stream of water, through which I dashed, splashing, not above my knees, and landed with a shout on the mainland.
A sea-bred boy would not have stayed a day on the isle which is only a tidal islet, and can be entered and left twice in every twenty-four hours.
Even I, if I had sat down to think, might have guessed the secret. But for the fishers, I might have left my bones there.
I have seen wicked men and fools; and I believe they both get paid in the end; But the fools first.

Результаты (английский) 3:

Unit 21
THE SHIPWRECK
from Kidnapped by R.L.Stevenson
David Bal four，a sixteen-year-old boy，is on board a brig bound for America. A violent storm is far away from brig meets on the coast of Scotland. During the shipwreck that follows David is cast overboard. He can't swim. This is a carried along by the waves and chosen until, fortunately, he manages to get hold of a floating board In a perfect struct he is shooting.
He spent his first night sleeping with his friends, and he might be afraid. At dawn, he found his horror, he had been on the island of a rock and roll, and he had adopted a strategy from Miami. All his attempts to make up for the failed strategy. Completely exhausted，David gives himself up for lost.
In all the books I've read about people's cast away on desert island, they have their pockets full of tools or a check of things that would damage the beach if they were on purple. My case is very different. What is cold and hunger? I think it's harder to say than words. I stop shifting in the rain, we and bare foot, and imagined what to do till it happened to me that shellfish, of which there were plenty on the island, might be good to eat I think they're cold and rough; they think I'm a criminal. They had to convince me that I didn't eat my first meeting, but felt uncomfortable with a cake and a long time no better than dead.
In fact, as long as I'm on the island, I've never been able to talk about any particular shellfish that hurts me: sometimes shellfish restores my power, sometimes I feel like my clock.
The next day, I explored a place on the island. A hell of a place is my home. I have a good reason for my choice: from there I can separate the roots of a big anchor church and a big apartment building. Morning and evening I saw the smile go. I have been looking at this smile, I am cold, cold. It puts hope alive and saves me from the horror of feeling when I am alone with the dead rocks and rain, and the sea.
It seems inconceivable that I should have died in shores in my own country and men's families.
But the experience of the next day; and thought I looked at the sea or people, no help. It has over 20-four hours of training. My clothes are beginning to rock; my throat is like this, I can hardly swallow; she's the biggest light on my fish. I totally forgot.
It was not clear until after the third day; it was the day of the event. As the sun rises, I sleep on the rocks. My mood changed, I am looking for a sea with an interesting mind. All of a sudden a hole, a stinging fisherman flywheel on the coral reef. I hit out and ran out of the rock to shoot.
There is no doubt that they have observed me for their criminal things and laugh. But the ship never had a spinning aside or floating. This is unbelievable, they should see me, leave me! I don't believe in such wickedness! Even when they left my voice, I was still crying, I think my heart would break. But all of them are in vain. If someone kills people, these fishermen will die.
On this day of my life, I observed a boat heading for my fourth day on the island. I can't stand my back, my heart beating wildly and my legs shaping under. I'm going to the seaside. This is the same boat for the same person in yesterday. But now there's a trio with them. As they listen, they let their voices and their voices. They didn't have a hairdresser, what was my fear, and the new man began to look at me with the laghter when he did. Then he said to me, too fast, put his hand in mainland. He made me think, I should try, let my way to strengthen the strategy? "I have a hope of fire!" You mean when time comes out. "" I'm not sure.
Yes, yes, love to talk about him. " Tide. "
At this point, I put my life without running. For a long time, I came to the strategy exhibition; and there must be enough, it is a small water area, through what I do, spit out, not in my knows, and land has a shoot on the mainland.
A sea-bred boy would not have stayed a day on the isle which is only a timal islet，and can be entered and left twice in every twenty-four hours.
Even if I, if I say it down to think, maybe I guess the secret. But for fishermen, I might leave my bones there.
I see a man and a hair; I believe their children are paid at the end; but first of all, fouls.