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Tom! Tom! Where are you?
No answer .
Where is that boy?When I find him, I´m going to...´
Aunt Polly looked under the bed. Then she opened the Tom!
She heard something behind her. A small boy ran past, but Aunt Polly put out her hand and stopped him.
Ah, there you are! And what´s that in your pocket?
Nothing,aunt polly
Nothing! It´s an apple! I can see it. Now listen, Tom.
Those applesare not for you, and I
Oh, aunt Polly!Quick- look behind your!
So aunt Polly looked, and Tom was out of the house ina second.She laughed quietly. I never learn. I love that Tom, my dear sister´s child, but he isn´t an easy boy for an old lady. Well,it´s Saturday tomorrow and there´s no school, but it isn´t going to be a holiday for Tom. Oh no!
He´s going to work tomorrow!
Saturday wasabeautiful day. It was a summer and the sun was hot and there were flowers in all the gardens. It was a day for everybody to happy.
Tom came out of this house with a brush and a big pot of white paint in his hand. He looked at the fence; it was three metres high and thirty metres long. He put his is brush in the paint and painted some of fence. He did it again. Then he stopped and looked at the fence,put down his brush and sat down. There were hours of work in front of him and he was the happiest boy in the village. After ten minutes TOom had an idea, a wonderful idea.
He took up the brush again and began work. He saw his friend Joe Harper in the street, but he didn´t look at him.
Joe had an apple in his hand. He came up to Tom and looked at the fence.
`I am sorry, Tom´
Tonm said nothing.The paint brush moved up and down.
Working for your aunt? said joe. I´m going down to the river. I´m going down to the river.I´m sorry you can´t come with me.
Tom put down his brush.`You call this work?´ he said
`Painting a fence?´ said joe.`Of course it´s work!´
`Perhaps it is and perhaps it isn´t. But I like it.´ said Tom.
`I can go to the river any day. I can´t paint a fence veryoften.´
Joe watched Tom for about five minutes. Tom painted very slowly and carefully. He often stopped, moved back from the fence and looked at his waork with a smile. Joe began to get very interested, and said:
`Tom, can I paint a little?´
Tom thought for a second. I´m sorry, Joe. You see, my aunt wants me to do it because I,m good at painting.
My brother Sis wanted to paint, too, but she saidno.´Oh please,Tom, just a little.I´m good at painting, too.Hey, do you want some of my apple? No, Joe, I can´t Ok, you can have all my apple! Tom gave Joe the brush. He did not smile, but for the first time that day he was a very happy boy. He sat down and ate Joe apple.
More friends came to laugh at Tom, but soon they all wanted to paint, too. By the alternoon Tom had three balls, an old knife, acat with one eye, an old blue bottle, and a lot of othen exciting things.
He was the richest boy in St Petersburg, and the fence - all thirty metres of it - was a beautiful white .
He went black to the house. Aunt Polly! can I go and play now? aunt Polly came out of the house to look. When she saw the beautiful white fence, she was very pleased. She took Tom into the house and gave him anapple. Well, you can go and play. But dont´t come home late. Tom quickly took a second apple and ran off.
On monday morning Tom didn´t want to go to school, but Aunt Polly got him out of bed, and then out of the house. In the street near the school he met his friends huckleberry Finn. Huck had no mother, and his father drank whiskey all the time, so Huck lived in the streets.
He didn´t go toschool, he was always dirty, and he never had a new shirt. But he was happy. The mothers of St Petersburg didn´t like Huck, but Tom and his friends did.
Hello, Huck!said Tom. What have you got there?
A dead cat.
What´re you going to do with it ? Asked Tom
I´m going to take it to the graveyard tonight, Huck said. At midinight. A dead cat call ghosts out of their graves.
I never heard that,...