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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 1, Página 7
Within
two
minutes,
or
even
less,
he
had
forgotten
all
his
troubles.
Not
because
his
troubles
were
any
less
serious
and
bitter
to
him
than
a
man’s
are
to
a
man,
but
because
a
new
and
powerful
interest
pushed
them
away
and
out
of
his
mind
for
the
time—just
as
men’s
problems
are
forgotten
in
the
excitement
of
new
adventures.
This
new
interest
was
a
special
way
of
whistling,
which
he
had
just
learned
from
a
black
man,
and
he
was
eager
to
practice
it
undisturbed.
It
had
a
special
bird-like
sound,
a
kind
of
liquid
warble,
made
by
touching
the
tongue
to
the
roof
of
the
mouth
at
short
intervals
during
the
music—the
reader
probably
remembers
how
to
do
it
if
he’s
ever
been
a
boy.
With
practice
and
focus,
he
soon
got
the
hang
of
it,
and
he
walked
down
the
street
with
his
mouth
full
of
music
and
his
heart
full
of
joy.
He
felt
much
like
an
astronomer
who
has
discovered
a
new
planet—no
doubt,
as
far
as
strong,
deep,
pure
pleasure
is
concerned,
the
advantage
was
with
the
boy,
not
the
astronomer.
The
summer
evenings
were
long.
It
wasn't
dark
yet.
Tom
noticed
a
stranger
in
front
of
him—a
boy
a
little
bigger
than
him.
A
new
person
in
the
small,
worn-out
village
of
St.
Petersburg
was
always
interesting.
This
boy
was
well-dressed,
even
on
a
weekday.
This
was
surprising.
His
cap
looked
nice,
and
his
new
blue
jacket
and
pants
were
neat.
He
wore
shoes,
and
it
was
only
Friday.
He
even
had
a
bright
necktie.
He
looked
like
he
came
from
a
city,
which
made
Tom
feel
uneasy.
The
more
Tom
looked
at
him,
the
more
he
disliked
the
boy's
fancy
clothes
and
felt
shabby
in
his
own.
Neither
boy
spoke.
If
one
moved,
the
other
moved
too,
but
only
sideways.
They
kept
looking
at
each
other.
Finally,
Tom
said:
"I
can
beat
you
up!"
"I'd
like
to
see
you
try."
"Well,
I
can
do
it."
"No,
you
can't."
"Yes,
I
can."
"No,
you
can't."
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