Старик и море

           Thesunandhissteadymovementofhisfingershaduncrampedhislefthandnowcompletely andhebegantoshiftmoreofthestraintoitandheshruggedthemusclesofhisbacktoshiftthehurtofthecordalittle. 

           "Ifyou’renottired,fish,"hesaidaloud,"youmustbeverystrange." 

           Hefeltverytirednowandheknewthenightwouldcomesoonandhetriedtothinkofotherthings. HethoughtoftheBigLeagues,tohimtheyweretheGranLigas, andheknewthattheYankeesofNewYorkwereplayingtheTigresofDetroit. 

           ThisistheseconddaynowthatIdonotknowtheresultofthejuegos,hethought. ButImusthaveconfidenceandImustbeworthyofthegreatDiMaggio whodoesallthingsperfectlyevenwiththepainofthebonespurinhisheel. Whatisabonespur?heaskedhimself. Unespueladehueso. Wedonothavethem. Canitbeaspainfulasthespurofafightingcockinone’sheel? IdonotthinkIcouldendurethatorthelossoftheeyeandofbotheyes andcontinuetofightasthefightingcocksdo. Manisnotmuchbesidethegreatbirdsandbeasts. StillIwouldratherbethatbeastdownthereinthedarknessofthesea. 

           "Unlesssharkscome,"hesaidaloud. "Ifsharkscome,Godpityhimandme." 

           DoyoubelievethegreatDiMaggiowouldstaywithafishaslongasIwillstaywiththisone?hethought. Iamsurehewouldandmoresinceheisyoungandstrong. Alsohisfatherwasafisherman. Butwouldthebonespurhurthimtoomuch? 

           "Idonotknow,"hesaidaloud."Ineverhadabonespur."