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- Autorius: Jack London
- Leidėjas: ALAN RODGERS BOOKS
- Metai: 2005
- Puslapiai: 425
- ISBN-10: 1598184318
- ISBN-13: 9781598184310
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
The Sea Wolf by Jack London, Fiction, Classics, Sea Stories (el. knyga) (skaityta knyga) | knygos.lt
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I glanced up. The captain had thrust his head and shoulders out of the pilot-house, and was staring intently into the fog as though by sheer force of will he could penetrate it. His face was anxious, as was the face of my companion, who had stumped over to the rail and was gazing with a like intentness in the direction of the invisible danger. Then everything happened, and with inconceivable rapidity. The fog seemed to break away as though split by a wedge and the bow of a steamboat emerged, trailing fog-wreaths on either side like seaweed on the snout of Leviathan. I could see the pilot-house and a white-bearded man leaning partly out of it, on his elbows. He was clad in a blue uniform, and I remember noting how trim and quiet he was. His quietness, under the circumstances, was terrible. He accepted Destiny, marched hand in hand with it, and coolly measured the stroke. As he leaned there, he ran a calm and speculative eye over us, as though to determine the precise point of the collision, and took no notice whatever when our pilot, white with rage, shouted, "Now you've done it!"
- Autorius: Jack London
- Leidėjas: ALAN RODGERS BOOKS
- Metai: 2005
- Puslapiai: 425
- ISBN-10: 1598184318
- ISBN-13: 9781598184310
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
I glanced up. The captain had thrust his head and shoulders out of the pilot-house, and was staring intently into the fog as though by sheer force of will he could penetrate it. His face was anxious, as was the face of my companion, who had stumped over to the rail and was gazing with a like intentness in the direction of the invisible danger. Then everything happened, and with inconceivable rapidity. The fog seemed to break away as though split by a wedge and the bow of a steamboat emerged, trailing fog-wreaths on either side like seaweed on the snout of Leviathan. I could see the pilot-house and a white-bearded man leaning partly out of it, on his elbows. He was clad in a blue uniform, and I remember noting how trim and quiet he was. His quietness, under the circumstances, was terrible. He accepted Destiny, marched hand in hand with it, and coolly measured the stroke. As he leaned there, he ran a calm and speculative eye over us, as though to determine the precise point of the collision, and took no notice whatever when our pilot, white with rage, shouted, "Now you've done it!"
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