THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAIOM MARK TOWIN/A tiny warrior/blogspot.com

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A tiny warrior

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

No answer.

No answer. ‘Wonder, where did the boy go? Hey, Tom! ' Silent. The old woman pulled down the spectacles. He looked through the gap above

Around the house. He looked stunned for a moment. Then the lips moved. The words were loud enough to reach the ears of the furniture of the house without shouting. He said to himself, 'If I can catch you, I won't show such fun. He bowed down without finishing. He started running flat on the floor of the bed

Broom. There was no benefit in bothering the cat. "I have never seen such a boy." He shouted and regretted.

This time he went towards the open door. He looked at the tomato field in the garden.

No Tom.

Guessing a direction in the distance, he raised his voice.

'Hey, hey, Tom!'

Ti

The lady hurriedly turned around with a soft sound behind her. He grabbed the jacket and grabbed the boy. Her escape route is closed. ‘I have been there for so long. I should have thought of Cabouta. That

Were you there ?? "Nothing."

Nothing! Look at the hand. And look at the face. What are you wearing?

"I don't know, aunt."

‘But I know. The thing is jam. I have told you forty times, have you touched the jam, will I take your skin? Give me my cane.

The cane dangled in the air at the tip of the nose.

‘Hey! Look back aunt! '

She turned around and pulled her skirt to avoid danger. At this opportunity, he fled and climbed the wooden fence and disappeared.

Aunt Polly stood there in amazement for a moment, then smiled softly

In words.

‘Will I never have an education? He has cheated on me many times before. But there are always new tricks. Who will understand when a Chalita running? And Chhorata knows how long I can be annoyed before I get angry. Then with such a laugh, I can no longer shake. He will run away this afternoon, but I will catch him tomorrow. With him to act as punishment. It's hard to work with him on Saturday. The boys then take a vacation. But he hates to work more than anything else in the world. But I have to do my duty to him, otherwise, the boy will perish.

Tom had a lot of fun running away from home all day. Returned home on time just to help Jim. Jim housemaid. He was cutting yesterday's woods before dinner. The little boy cut most of the wood. Tom actually came to say what he did all day. Tom's younger brother (rather than a stepbrother) Sid is already busy with his work. He is picking up the pieces of wood. Sid is silent. Anyone with him

There is no risk or trouble. Tom was stealing sugar at dinner. Polly's aunt traps him

He started asking questions tactfully to get rid of it. He said, 'Hot at school, brother nare Tom? "

"Yes, aunt."

‘Very hot, isn’t it ??

‘Didn’t want to swim, Tom ?? Tom was startled a little — an uncomfortable suspicion touched him. Polly

He searched his aunt's face, but could not understand anything. He said to his aunt, 'No,

Aunt, it's not too hot. Aunty reached out and touched Tom's shirt and said, "Of course your heat doesn't seem to be too much right now."

It's an aunt's hall. Tactically checked Tom's shirt to see if it was dry

He. Tom was happy to think he didn't understand his strategy.

Meanwhile, Tom understood the purpose of the aunt. Busy, he said,

How many of us have poured water on our heads today - mine is still wet.

Look! ” Polly was upset that she had missed out on some of her nephew's mischief

Aunt. This time he came up with a new trick.

‘Tom, you must not have taken off your shirt collar, I sew there

I did. Did you open it while wetting your head? Take off your jacket! ” The shadow of fear disappeared from Tom's face. He took off his jacket. The stitching is right on the collar of the shirt.

‘Brother!’ Said Sid. ‘I don’t believe you. You must have run away from school and swam. Now I understand, you look fresher than before.

Auntie got a little angry that the trick had failed, but again she was a little happy for a while but Tom listened. The stitches did not open.

But Sid said to his aunt, “You are stuck with the white thread on the collar of his shirt

Given, now you can see the black thread. "Hey, I sewed it with white thread, Tom."

But Tom didn't wait for the rest. He ran out of the door. He whispered to his brother, 'CD, I'll make fun of you.

Tom came to a safe place and saw two large needles in the collar of his jacket. Both needles have yarn threads. One is white, the other is black. He said to himself, 'If you hadn't told me the CD, my aunt would never have noticed it. Aunt sometimes sews with white, sometimes with black yarn. I want to sew any. But I will show fun to Sid. I will teach him. 

Tom is not the ideal boy in the village. Lakshmi from the village knows the boy very well and doesn't like him at all.

Tom returned home late that night. He collided with his aunt while entering the house through the window. He was lying in wait to catch her. After seeing her cunning with clothes, her aunt decided to put her to work on Saturday. He has never been under such pressure.

Saturday morning. Summer is a bright and fresh day. Abundance of life

Full life Like the silence of music in every heart, the twinkle of joy in every face,

Every step is like a fountain of joy.

Tom came out with a white paint in a bucket and a long-handled brush. He looked at the fence and fell silent. Thirty yards long wooden fence several feet high.

Tom sighed and dipped the brush into the paint. Then he moved the brush towards the top of the fence. Repeatedly started running like this. He matched the colorless part of the fence with the painted white part. There is a lot of space left. He sat down in a daze.

Jim jumped out of the gate. A tin bucket in hand. Going to fetch water from the pressure mill. The boy sang happily. Tom has always hated the act of fetching this water, but it doesn't seem so bad anymore. At least better than this color. Tom remembered that there were many companions. On the edge of the pressure mill. The children are there all the time. Everyone is waiting for their turn. They are resting, playing, fighting, fighting, how much more! Tom knows that the water tap is a little farther away, but he took the water an hour earlier. Jim will not return. Even then, usually one has to go and get him. Tom said, ‘I mean, Jim, if you give a little color to the fence, I will

I will bring water.

Jim shook his head and said, 'I can't, Tom. My mother sent me to fetch water. He says if Tom asks you to paint, don't do it. I will do my own thing. ' ‘Hey, leave out what Auntie said, Jim. He always says that. Give me the bucket. Aunt will not notice.

‘No, brother. Not having the courage. He will beat me. '

'Kill the aunt! He never kills anyone - he does, but he never kills. Who cares! I'll give you a marble, Jim. I'll give you white marble. '

Jim started walking towards the pot.

Desperate for a marketer

And also, if you can get your hands on it. "

For this attraction as much more alluring. Salah Merkel picked up the lamp. Then the bandage leaned towards the injured scooter.

It was seen at the last moment that Balvi was running along the road but Chi was doing well. Meanwhile, Tom is painting the market white. Polly Bala is returning from the battlefield. It is a pleasure to do one more thing in one hand.

But Tom could not stay close for long. The way he decided to have fun today, he remembered it all and his mind became more uplifted. Soon the banded boys will all be gone. They will barely meet you. And seeing him working like this, everyone started laughing and burning his thoughts like fire. Call your own editor. A few toys, Merkel and some nonsense can be used for this purpose. But it will not match. So he gave up the idea of ​​buying boys by showing greed for these things

In this hopeless dark moment, playing a rhythm, Gage Tom continued to brush silently on the fence. After a while there

Rogers came and appeared. Jim was worried about this. Now the boys are angry. Ben eating apples. He is making continuous cut sounds with his mouth in a rhythmic tone.

Occasionally he stops breathing and makes deep bells. He is doing it in a jar. At the same time the steamboat, the captain and the engine bell rang and he was standing on the deck of his own steamboat. He is giving orders, he is obeying orders.

'Stop, sir! Ting-ling-link. Read that headline and walk around the clear pole. Go and stand next to the scaffolding. Towards the engine, sir. Tinga-liva -...

Rat continued to give without looking at the steamboat. Ben glanced at Tom and said, isn't that so?

No or not. Tom tried tea for the last time.

To ignore the matter. Then he walks slowly. The work continued as before.

Nen came and stood beside the level. Seeing Ben's apple, Tom's water came out, but he stuck to his job. Ben said, 'Ki go, old friend, it's too much work, isn't it?' Tom signed and turned around. He said, "Hey, Ben, I didn't notice."

'I'm going to swim. You don't want to? But whatever you do! "Tom stared at Ben for a moment and said," Whose work are you talking about? Why, isn't that work? "

Tom began to paint the fence white again. In a tone of contempt, he said, "I know, whether it's a job or not, I just know it suits Tom Sawyer." ‘You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?

Running a brush over the fence, Tom said, 'Do you feel better? I don't see anything that doesn't feel good. Does any boy get a chance to paint like this on the fence every day? '

With these words the matter came to light. Little by little Ben stopped eating apples. Tom is brushing nicely from side to side and coming back and saying how to paint! Ben watched Tom's every move and became more and more interested in the matter. This time he said, ‘Don’t let me paint a little, Tom.

Tom considered Ben's offer, almost agreeing, but in the end it was like Pantal. No, no. I thought it would be wrong to let you do this, Ben. You know, Polly Auntie is very picky about this fence — especially on this side of the road. If it was at the back of the fence, I wouldn't have thought, my aunt wouldn't have said anything. I don't think there is a boy in a thousand who can do the job properly. Why in a thousand, a boy who will not match in two thousand. '

‘What you think will not happen. Hey, don't let me try. If I were you, I would give you a chance.

‘Ben, I want to pay, but Aunt Polly — hey, Auntie didn't let Jim paint. Sid wanted it, but he didn't. Tell me, how can I do this for you? ' ‘Ah, don’t give up, Tom. I will be careful. Let me try. This is mine.

‘Hey, here — no, Ben, I'm scared ..‘ Yeah, I'll give you the whole apple. '

Tom handed the brush to Ben. The reluctance of the state is reflected in the face but joy in the mind. While the former steamboat-clad actor is sweating profusely as he paints on the bed, the retiring artist is leaning on a peep in the shade nearby. He is joking and trying to figure out how to stop someone else from coming

Tom has no shortage of things. At first, they mocked Tom, but in the end, everyone got involved. By mid-afternoon a kite, a dead rat, twelve pieces of a harp, a piece of blue bottle glass, a piece of chalk, a piece of chalk, a tin soldier, a pair of frogs, six firecrackers, a one-eyed cat, a brass door handle, a dog's neck Tom found brackets, a knife handle, orange peel, and an old window sill. Lazy all afternoon beautiful cut her. He got a lot of company. Three layers of paint fell on the fence.

Tom discovered a great aspect of human character. If you want someone to do something, you just have to make it clear that it is difficult to succeed. I was a little anxious about the arrival of huge wealth, then I went to tell my aunt that the fence has painted a great color today.