Старик и море

           "BringanyofthepapersofthetimethatIwasgone,"theoldmansaid. 

           "YoumustgetwellfastforthereismuchthatIcanlearnandyoucanteachmeeverything. Howmuchdidyousuffer?" 

           "Plenty,"theoldmansaid. 

           "I’llbringthefoodandthepapers,"theboysaid."Restwell,oldman. Iwillbringstufffromthedrug-storeforyourhands." 

           "Don’tforgettotellPedricotheheadishis." 

           "No.Iwillremember." 

           Astheboywentoutthedooranddowntheworncoralrockroadhewascryingagain. 

           ThatafternoontherewasapartyoftouristsattheTerrace andlookingdowninthewateramongtheemptybeercansanddeadbarracudasawomansawagreatlongwhitespinewithahugetailattheendthatliftedandswungwiththetidewhiletheeastwindblewaheavysteadyseaoutsidetheentrancetotheharbour. 

           "What’sthat?"sheaskedawaiter andpointedtothelongbackboneofthegreatfishthatwasnowjustgarbagewaitingtogooutwiththetide. 

           "Tiburon,"thewaitersaid,"Eshark."Hewasmeaningtoexplainwhathadhappened. 

           "Ididn’tknowsharkshadsuchhandsome,beautifullyformedtails." 

           "Ididn’teither,"hermalecompanionsaid. 

           Uptheroad,inhisshack,theoldmanwassleepingagain. Hewasstillsleepingonhisfaceandtheboywassittingbyhimwatchinghim. Theoldmanwasdreamingaboutthelions.