Английский язык с Робинзоном Крузо (в пересказе для детей),

"Then why do you send Friday away (тогда почему ты отправляешь Пятницу прочь)?" he said "Better kill than send away (лучше убить, чем отправлять)."

The tears stood in his eyes as he spoke (слезы стояли в его глазах, когда он говорил). I saw that he loved me and would always stand by me (я увидел, что он любит меня и всегда будет помогать мне; to stand by — присутствовать; защищать, помогать, поддерживать: «стоять при/возле»).

So I told him that I would never, never send him away, and that he should always stay with me (поэтому я сказал ему, что я никогда, никогда не отошлю его, и что он навсегда останется со мной).

You should have seen his eyes brighten (вам следовало бы увидеть, как прояснились его глаза; to brighten — прояснять/ся/; наполнять/ся/ радостью; bright — яркий; блестящий; светящийся; радостный, сияющий от счастья).

pity [ˈpɪtɪ], amazed [ǝˈmeɪzd], language [ˈlæŋɡwɪʤ], pleasure [ˈpleʒǝ], history [ˈhɪst(ǝ)rɪ], South [ˈsauƟ], Spaniard [ˈspænjǝd], dull [dʌl]

I TEACH FRIDAY MANY THINGS

WHEN my man Friday had been with me three days I took him out hunting.

As we were going through some woods, I saw a wild goat lying under a tree with two young kids sitting by her. I caught hold of Friday. "Stop," I said. "Stand still."

Then I took aim at one of the kids, shot and killed it.

The noise of the gun so frightened the poor savage that he did not know what to do. He shook like a leaf. He thought that I was going to kill him.

He did not see the kid I had shot. He threw himself at my feet. Although I could not understand a word he said, yet I knew that he was begging me to have pity on him.

And indeed I did pity him — he was so frightened.

I took him by the hand and lifted him up. I laughed at him and pointed to the kid that I had killed. When he saw it and understood me, he ran to fetch it.

Going on through the woods, I saw a big bird sitting on a tree. I thought it was a hawk.

"See there, Friday!" I said, as I pointed to it.

Bang! went my gun. The bird fell to the ground. It was not a hawk, but a parrot.

Friday was amazed. He looked at the gun and trembled.

For a long time he would not touch a gun. He would look at it and talk to it. He would say, in his own language: "O wonderful thing! Do not kill me! Do not kill me!"

We found nothing more in the woods that day. Friday carried the kid home, and I took off its skin and dressed it. Then I stewed some of the best pieces and made some good broth.

At dinner I gave some of the broth to my man. He liked it very well, but he could not bear salt in it.

I tried to show him that food was best with a little salt. But he did not think so, and he would never eat meat that was salted.