Старик и море

           "Keepwarmoldman,"theboysaid. "RememberweareinSeptember." 

           "Themonthwhenthegreatfishcome,"theoldmansaid. "AnyonecanbeafishermaninMay." 

           "Igonowforthesardines,"theboysaid. 

           Whentheboycamebacktheoldmanwasasleepinthechairandthesunwasdown. Theboytooktheoldarmyblanketoffthebedandspreaditoverthebackofthechairandovertheoldman’sshoulders. Theywerestrangeshoulders,stillpowerfulalthoughveryold,andtheneckwasstillstrongtooandthecreasesdidnotshowsomuchwhentheoldmanwasasleepandhisheadfallenforward. Hisshirthadbeenpatchedsomanytimesthatitwaslikethesailandthepatcheswerefadedtomanydifferentshadesbythesun. Theoldman’sheadwasveryoldthoughandwithhiseyesclosedtherewasnolifeinhisface. Thenewspaperlayacrosshiskneesandtheweightofhisarmhelditthereintheeveningbreeze. Hewasbarefooted. 

           Theboylefthimthereandwhenhecamebacktheoldmanwasstillasleep. 

           "Wakeupoldman,"theboysaidandputhishandononeoftheoldman’sknees. 

           Theoldmanopenedhiseyesandforamomenthewascomingbackfromalongwayaway. Thenhesmiled. 

           "Whathaveyougot?"heasked. 

           "Supper,"saidtheboy. "We’regoingtohavesupper." 

           "I’mnotveryhungry." 

           "Comeonandeat. Youcan’tfishandnoteat." 

           "Ihave,"theoldmansaidgettingupandtakingthenewspaperandfoldingit. Thenhestartedtofoldtheblanket. 

           "Keeptheblanketaroundyou,"theboysaid.