Приключения Тома Сойера: адаптированный текст + задания. Уровень B1

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‘TOM!’

No answer. ‘TOM!’

No answer.

‘What happened with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!’

No answer.

Aunt Polly looked everywhere, she even bent down, poked under the bed with the broom, and found nothing but the cat.

‘Y-o-u-u TOM!’

There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to catch a small boy.

‘There! What have you been doing in the pantry?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What IS it?’

‘I don’t know, aunt.’

‘Well, I know. It’s jam – that’s what it is. I’ve told you forty times not to touch it. Where’s my switch?–’

‘Wow! Look behind you, aunt!’

The old woman turned round, and Tom managed to run away from her – he climbed up the high fence, and disappeared over it.

His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then laughed.

‘I can never learn anything! He’s played the same trick enough for me to remember it! You can’t learn an old dog new tricks I’m sure he won’t go to school this afternoon, and I’ll just have to make him work tomorrow, to punish him. It’s hard to make him work on Saturdays, when all the boys are having holiday. But he hates work more than he hates anything else, so I’ve GOT to find some job for him.’

Tom didn’t go to school, and he had a very good time.

While the boy was eating his dinner, and stealing sugar when he had a chance Aunt Polly asked him difficult questions about his classes – she wanted to make him tell her the truth.

Tom was clever enough in his answers.

She wouldn’t know that Tom was lying if it hadn’t been for Sid, his younger brother.

To make the long story short Aunt Polly discovered the truth: Tom hadn’t been to school and he had been swimming instead.

As soon as it became clear Tom went out at the door saying:

‘Siddy, I’ll beat you for that.’

Tom was not the model boy of the village. He knew the model boy – Sid – and hated him sometimes.

Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles because he found a new interesting activity – whistling. He had learned to whistle a couple of days ago and now he decided to practise it.

The summer evenings were long so he had a lot of time ahead.

Then he saw a stranger boy a little larger than himself. Meeting a