Treasure Island
Autor Robert Louis Stevenson, Robert Louis Stevensonen Limba Engleză Paperback
Vezi toate premiile Carte premiată
Audies (2008), Odyssey Award for Excellence in Audiobook Production (2008)
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| Bloomsbury Publishing – 14 dec 2006 | 74.10 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 124.31 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Evertype – 19 ian 2014 | 124.31 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 101.08 lei 18-23 zile | |
| LIGHTNING SOURCE INC – 8 sep 2018 | 101.08 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 122.72 lei 18-23 zile | |
| LIGHTNING SOURCE INC – 16 mai 2018 | 122.72 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 65.17 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Digireads.com – 24 sep 2018 | 65.17 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 86.56 lei 39-44 zile | |
| SC Active Business Development SRL – 12 oct 2016 | 86.56 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 109.05 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Speaking Tiger Books – 10 iun 2018 | 109.05 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 91.54 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 116.77 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Bottom of the Hill Publishing – 31 dec 2014 | 116.77 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 274.24 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Vero Verlag – 10 noi 2019 | 274.24 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 94.74 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Stonewell Press – 19 oct 2013 | 94.74 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 98.30 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Bibliotech Press – 23 oct 2013 | 98.30 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 101.08 lei 18-23 zile | |
| LIGHTNING SOURCE INC – 9 sep 2018 | 101.08 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 68.84 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 99.84 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 73.63 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 69.79 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| FREDERICK SINGER & SONS – 21 aug 2013 | 69.79 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 105.06 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 52.65 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 59.78 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 79.82 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 94.01 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 70.43 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 97.44 lei 18-23 zile | |
| LIGHTNING SOURCE INC – 8 sep 2018 | 97.44 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 78.33 lei 18-23 zile | |
| LIGHTNING SOURCE INC – 9 oct 2018 | 78.33 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 69.20 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 47.91 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Stone Arch Books – 30 iun 2014 | 47.91 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 42.74 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| ALADDIN PAPERBACKS – feb 2000 | 42.74 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 27.99 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Wordsworth Editions – 31 dec 1992 | 27.99 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 32.23 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Bantam Books – 30 apr 1982 | 32.23 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 49.23 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Arcturus Publishing – sep 2021 | 49.23 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 51.87 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Usborne Publishing – sep 2017 | 51.87 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 74.21 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Bloomsbury Publishing – 20 sep 2024 | 74.21 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 120.92 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Start Classics – 26 mar 2024 | 120.92 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 57.52 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| North Parade Publishing – 25 noi 2022 | 57.52 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 55.49 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Arcturus Publishing – noi 2024 | 55.49 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 46.96 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Dover Publications – 31 mar 1993 | 46.96 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 85.38 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| KUPERARD (BRAVO LTD) – 5 oct 2001 | 85.38 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 62.35 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Penguin Books – 3 oct 2024 | 62.35 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 68.38 lei 22-34 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| CANTERBURY CLASSICS – 10 apr 2025 | 68.38 lei 22-34 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 95.58 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Baker & Taylor Publisher Services – 10 dec 2024 | 95.58 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 27.45 lei 22-33 zile | |
| Penguin Random House Group – 5 mai 2016 | 27.45 lei 22-33 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 63.75 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Playdead Press – 30 noi 2015 | 63.75 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 91.52 lei 18-23 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Klett Sprachen GmbH – 21 mar 2023 | 91.52 lei 18-23 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 146.45 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Lulu.Com – 18 iun 2017 | 146.45 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 89.32 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Les prairies numériques – 21 iul 2020 | 89.32 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 144.42 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Simon & Brown – 26 sep 2018 | 144.42 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 100.55 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| General Press – 2017 | 100.55 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 43.71 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Penguin Books – 25 mai 2000 | 43.71 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 43.37 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| UNION SQUARE & CO – 5 sep 2023 | 43.37 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 127.86 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| G&D MEDIA – 30 mai 2023 | 127.86 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 187.85 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Study Pubs LLC – 28 feb 2011 | 187.85 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 50.76 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| UNION SQUARE & CO – 12 sep 2023 | 50.76 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 28.25 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| WORDSWORTH EDITIONS LTD – 15 ian 2018 | 28.25 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 116.08 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 14 dec 2015 | 116.08 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 59.21 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Tribeca Books – 31 aug 2011 | 59.21 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 62.65 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 31 mar 2009 | 62.65 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 66.77 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 30 sep 2008 | 66.77 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 57.39 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 147.70 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 57.39 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 102.73 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 102.73 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 24.60 lei 2 zile | |
| HarperCollins Publishers – apr 2010 | 24.60 lei 2 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 49.87 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Penguin Books – 5 mar 2008 | 49.87 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 40.29 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 40.29 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 72.62 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 72.62 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 69.03 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 81.74 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 76.12 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 52.63 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 61.52 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 79.08 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 75.49 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 75.49 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 65.48 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 77.82 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Serenity Publishers, LLC – 28 feb 2009 | 77.82 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 71.20 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 71.20 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 80.38 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Theatre Communications Group – apr 2008 | 80.38 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 70.57 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Denton & White – | 70.57 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 38.73 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Vintage Books USA – 5 noi 2008 | 38.73 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 135.32 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Lulu – 11 noi 2015 | 135.32 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 96.83 lei 39-44 zile | |
| ImTheStory – 19 oct 2015 | 96.83 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 81.70 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Oxford University Press – 28 feb 2007 | 81.70 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 49.40 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Alma Books COMMIS – 15 noi 2015 | 49.40 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 63.58 lei 22-34 zile | |
| CANTERBURY CLASSICS – 10 oct 2014 | 63.58 lei 22-34 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 101.82 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Large Print Press – 30 iun 2009 | 101.82 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 62.70 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 28 feb 2009 | 62.70 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 39.16 lei 22-27 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Oxford University Press – 13 ian 2011 | 39.16 lei 22-27 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 137.44 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Simon & Brown – 31 mai 2011 | 137.44 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 344.71 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Cambridge University Press – 2 ian 2013 | 344.71 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 128.95 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Broadview Press – 31 oct 2011 | 128.95 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Paperback (1) | 189.40 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Echo Library – 30 noi 2005 | 189.40 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 40.46 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 40.46 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 71.85 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 70.26 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 70.73 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 70.73 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 77.27 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 54.82 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 89.14 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 74.34 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 74.34 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 111.24 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Norilana Books – 31 oct 2006 | 111.24 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 74.53 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 74.53 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 234.10 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 137.50 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 137.50 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 43.36 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CREATESPACE – | 43.36 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 86.34 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 86.34 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 59.55 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 53.91 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| Paperback (1) | 55.04 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
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| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 55.04 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 137.44 lei 39-44 zile | |
| SKYE RYAN – 31 mar 2011 | 137.44 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 50.18 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 50.18 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 114.07 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 114.07 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 48.56 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 48.56 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Paperback (1) | 100.88 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Jaico Publishing House – 30 noi 2005 | 100.88 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Paperback (1) | 53.81 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – | 53.81 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 228.96 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Start Classics – 26 mar 2024 | 228.96 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Hardback (1) | 82.72 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Faros Books Limited – 30 apr 2022 | 82.72 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 197.60 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Echo Library – 31 dec 2006 | 197.60 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Hardback (1) | 180.35 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| FOUR CORNERS BOOKS – 12 mai 2022 | 180.35 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 48.06 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Pan Macmillan – 25 iul 2017 | 48.06 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 165.18 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Evertype – 26 noi 2010 | 165.18 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 92.41 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Penguin Books – oct 2009 | 92.41 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 196.66 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Simon & Brown – 26 sep 2018 | 196.66 lei 39-44 zile | |
| Hardback (1) | 258.30 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Study Pubs LLC – 5 mar 2011 | 258.30 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 177.01 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| General Press – 20 sep 2019 | 177.01 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 178.28 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Norilana Books – 30 oct 2006 | 178.28 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 198.28 lei 39-44 zile | |
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| Hardback (1) | 201.92 lei 39-44 zile | |
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| Hardback (1) | 56.59 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Penguin Random House Children's UK – 5 iul 2018 | 56.59 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 70.42 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| WORDSWORTH EDITIONS LTD – 7 sep 2018 | 70.42 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 82.99 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Penguin Books – 5 sep 2019 | 82.99 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 121.80 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Angels' Portion Books – 28 ian 2020 | 121.80 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 61.38 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Flame Tree Publishing – 31 ian 2022 | 61.38 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 153.49 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Atheneum Books for Young Readers – 22 oct 2012 | 153.49 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 186.36 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Lulu – 11 noi 2015 | 186.36 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 110.05 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Welbeck Publishing Group Limited – 15 aug 2023 | 110.05 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 101.44 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Parragon Book Service Ltd – 25 dec 2014 | 101.44 lei 18-23 zile | |
| Hardback (1) | 110.50 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Mint Editions – 28 iul 2020 | 110.50 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 126.94 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Atheneum Books for Young Readers – iul 2003 | 126.94 lei 3-5 săpt. | |
| Hardback (1) | 70.24 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hachette Children's Group – 27 mai 2021 | 70.24 lei 3-5 săpt. | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hardback (1) | 529.47 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| Cambridge University Press – 8 mai 2013 | 529.47 lei 6-8 săpt. | |
| CD-Audio (1) | 48.35 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Random House – 6 aug 2006 | 48.35 lei 22-33 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Mixed media product (1) | 79.48 lei 18-23 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
| Hueber Verlag GmbH – 11 iun 2025 | 79.48 lei 18-23 zile | +0.00 lei 7-13 zile |
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781511695855
ISBN-10: 1511695854
Pagini: 92
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 6 mm
Greutate: 0.15 kg
Editura: CREATESPACE
ISBN-10: 1511695854
Pagini: 92
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 6 mm
Greutate: 0.15 kg
Editura: CREATESPACE
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'there were only seven out of the twenty-six on whom we knew we could rely; and out of those seven one was a boy ...'When a mysterious seafarer puts up at the Admiral Benbow, young Jim Hawkins is haunted by his frightening tales; the sailor's sudden death is the beginning of one of the most exciting adventure stories in literature. The discovery of a treasure map sets Jim and his companions in search of buried gold, and they are soon on board the Hispaniola with a crew of buccaneers recruited by the one-legged sea cook known as Long John Silver. As they near their destination, and the lure of Captain Flint's treasure grows ever stronger, Jim's courage and wits are tested to the full.Stevenson reinvented the genre with Treasure Island, a boys' story that appeals as much to adults as to children, and whose moral ambiguities turned the Victorian universe on its head. This edition celebrates the ultimate book of pirates and high adventure, and also examines how its tale of greed, murder, treachery, and evil has acquired its classic status. ABOUT THE SERIES: For over 100 years Oxford World's Classics has made available the widest range of literature from around the globe. Each affordable volume reflects Oxford's commitment to scholarship, providing the most accurate text plus a wealth of other valuable features, including expert introductions by leading authorities, helpful notes to clarify the text, up-to-date bibliographies for further study, and much more.
'there were only seven out of the twenty-six on whom we knew we could rely; and out of those seven one was a boy ...'When a mysterious seafarer puts up at the Admiral Benbow, young Jim Hawkins is haunted by his frightening tales; the sailor's sudden death is the beginning of one of the most exciting adventure stories in literature. The discovery of a treasure map sets Jim and his companions in search of buried gold, and they are soon on board the Hispaniola with a crew of buccaneers recruited by the one-legged sea cook known as Long John Silver. As they near their destination, and the lure of Captain Flint's treasure grows ever stronger, Jim's courage and wits are tested to the full.Stevenson reinvented the genre with Treasure Island, a boys' story that appeals as much to adults as to children, and whose moral ambiguities turned the Victorian universe on its head. This edition celebrates the ultimate book of pirates and high adventure, and also examines how its tale of greed, murder, treachery, and evil has acquired its classic status. ABOUT THE SERIES: For over 100 years Oxford World's Classics has made available the widest range of literature from around the globe. Each affordable volume reflects Oxford's commitment to scholarship, providing the most accurate text plus a wealth of other valuable features, including expert introductions by leading authorities, helpful notes to clarify the text, up-to-date bibliographies for further study, and much more.
Notă biografică
1850-1894
Novelist and essayist, was born at Edinburgh, the son of Thomas Stevenson, a distinguished civil engineer. His health was extremely delicate. He was destined for the engineering profession, in which his family had for two generations been eminent, but having neither inclination nor physical strength for it, he, in 1871, exchanged it for law, and was called to the Bar in 1875, but never practised.
From childhood his interests had been literary, and in 1871, he began to contribute to the Edinburgh University Magazine and the Portfolio. A tour in a canoe in 1876 led to the publication in 1878 of his first book, An Inland Voyage. In the same year, The New Arabian Nights, afterwards separately published appeared in magazines, and in 1879, he brought out Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes. In that year, he went to California and married Mrs. Osbourne. Returning to Europe in 1880, he entered upon a period of productiveness which, in view of his wretched health, was, both as regards quantity and worth, highly remarkable.
The year 1881 was marked by his unsuccessful candidature for the Chair of Constitutional Law and History at Edinburgh, and by the publication of Virginibus Puerisque. Other works followed in rapid succession. Treasure Island (1882), Prince Otto and The Child's Garden of Verse (1885), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Kidnapped (1886), Underwoods (poetry), Memories and Portraits (essays), and The Merry Men, a collection of short stories (1887), and in 1888, The Black Arrow.
In 1887, he went to America, and in the following year visited the South Sea Islands where, in Samoa, he settled in 1890, and where he died and is buried. In 1889, The Master of Ballantrae appeared, in 1892, Across the Plains and The Wrecker, in 189, Island Nights Entertainments and Catriona, and in 1894, The Ebb Tide in collaboration with his step-son, Mr. Lloyd Osbourne.
By this time his health was completely broken, but to the last he continued the struggle, and left the fragments St. Ives and Weir of Hermiston, the latter containing some of his best work. They were published in 1897.
Though the originality and power of Stevenson's writings was recognised from the first by a select few, it was only slowly that he caught the ear of the general public. The tide may be said to have turned with the publication of Treasure Island in 1882, which at once gave him an assured place among the foremost imaginative writers of the day. His greatest power is, however, shown in those works which deal with Scotland in the 18th century, such as Kidnapped, Catriona, and Weir of Hermiston, and in those, e.g., The Child's Garden of Verse, which exhibit his extraordinary insight into the psychology of child-life; Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a marvellously powerful and subtle psychological story, and some of his short tales also are masterpieces. Of these Thrawn Janet and Will of the Mill may be mentioned as examples in widely different kinds. His excursions into the drama in collaboration with W.E. Henley - Deacon Brodie, Macaire, Admiral Guinea, Beau Austin, - added nothing to his reputation. His style is singularly fascinating, graceful, various, subtle, and with a charm all its own.
John W. Cousin, 1910
A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature
Novelist and essayist, was born at Edinburgh, the son of Thomas Stevenson, a distinguished civil engineer. His health was extremely delicate. He was destined for the engineering profession, in which his family had for two generations been eminent, but having neither inclination nor physical strength for it, he, in 1871, exchanged it for law, and was called to the Bar in 1875, but never practised.
From childhood his interests had been literary, and in 1871, he began to contribute to the Edinburgh University Magazine and the Portfolio. A tour in a canoe in 1876 led to the publication in 1878 of his first book, An Inland Voyage. In the same year, The New Arabian Nights, afterwards separately published appeared in magazines, and in 1879, he brought out Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes. In that year, he went to California and married Mrs. Osbourne. Returning to Europe in 1880, he entered upon a period of productiveness which, in view of his wretched health, was, both as regards quantity and worth, highly remarkable.
The year 1881 was marked by his unsuccessful candidature for the Chair of Constitutional Law and History at Edinburgh, and by the publication of Virginibus Puerisque. Other works followed in rapid succession. Treasure Island (1882), Prince Otto and The Child's Garden of Verse (1885), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Kidnapped (1886), Underwoods (poetry), Memories and Portraits (essays), and The Merry Men, a collection of short stories (1887), and in 1888, The Black Arrow.
In 1887, he went to America, and in the following year visited the South Sea Islands where, in Samoa, he settled in 1890, and where he died and is buried. In 1889, The Master of Ballantrae appeared, in 1892, Across the Plains and The Wrecker, in 189, Island Nights Entertainments and Catriona, and in 1894, The Ebb Tide in collaboration with his step-son, Mr. Lloyd Osbourne.
By this time his health was completely broken, but to the last he continued the struggle, and left the fragments St. Ives and Weir of Hermiston, the latter containing some of his best work. They were published in 1897.
Though the originality and power of Stevenson's writings was recognised from the first by a select few, it was only slowly that he caught the ear of the general public. The tide may be said to have turned with the publication of Treasure Island in 1882, which at once gave him an assured place among the foremost imaginative writers of the day. His greatest power is, however, shown in those works which deal with Scotland in the 18th century, such as Kidnapped, Catriona, and Weir of Hermiston, and in those, e.g., The Child's Garden of Verse, which exhibit his extraordinary insight into the psychology of child-life; Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a marvellously powerful and subtle psychological story, and some of his short tales also are masterpieces. Of these Thrawn Janet and Will of the Mill may be mentioned as examples in widely different kinds. His excursions into the drama in collaboration with W.E. Henley - Deacon Brodie, Macaire, Admiral Guinea, Beau Austin, - added nothing to his reputation. His style is singularly fascinating, graceful, various, subtle, and with a charm all its own.
John W. Cousin, 1910
A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature
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The adventure story told in Treasure Island has become a part of popular folklore. John Sutherland discusses the novel’s place in Stevenson’s biography and oeuvre in his learned and lively critical introduction to this new edition. Exploring the novel’s genesis in Stevenson’s “plundering” of other writers, his writer’s block, and the surprisingly disturbing and complex nature of what was meant to be a children’s story, Sutherland argues for the enduring vitality and appeal of Stevenson’s first novel.
Appendices include Stevenson’s writing about the novel, contemporary reviews, and sources on which Stevenson drew (or from which he borrowed) when writing Treasure Island.
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Chapter One
The Old Sea Dog at the "Admiral Benbow"
Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go back to the time when my father kept the "Admiral Benbow" inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, first took up his lodging under our roof.
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails; and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:-
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste, and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.
"This is a handy cove," says he, at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?"
My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity.
"Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what you're at-there;" and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," says he, looking as fierce as a commander.
And, indeed, bad as his clothes were, and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast; but seemed like a mate or skipper, accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the "Royal George;" that he had inquired what inns there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest.
He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove, or upon the cliffs, with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next the fire, and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to; only look up sudden and fierce, and blow through his nose like a fog-horn; and we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be. Every day, when he came back from his stroll, he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road? At first we thought it was the want of company of his own kind that made him ask this question; but at last we began to see he was desirous to avoid them. When a seaman put up at the "Admiral Benbow" (as now and then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol), he would look in at him through the curtained door before he entered the parlour; and he was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present. For me, at least, there was no secret about the matter; for I was, in a way, a sharer in his alarms. He had taken me aside one day, and promised me a silver fourpenny on the first of every month if I would only keep my "weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one leg," and let him know the moment he appeared. Often enough, when the first of the month came round, and I applied to him for my wage, he would only blow through his nose at me, and stare me down; but before the week was out he was sure to think better of it, bring me my fourpenny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for "the seafaring man with one leg."
How that personage haunted my dreams, I need scarcely tell you. On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house, and the surf roared along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical expressions. Now the leg would be cut off at the knee, now at the hip; now he was a monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg, and that in the middle of his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of these abominable fancies.
But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, I was far less afraid of the captain himself than anybody else who knew him. There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head would carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked, old, wild sea-songs, minding nobody; but sometimes he would call for glasses round, and force all the trembling company to listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing. Often I have heard the house shaking with "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum;" all the neighbours joining in for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other, to avoid remark. For in these fits he was the most over-riding companion ever known; he would slap his hand on the table for silence all round; he would fly up in a passion of anger at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his story. Nor would he allow any one to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed.
His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were; about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main. By his own account he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea; and the language in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described. My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannised over and put down, and sent shivering to their beds; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time, but on looking back they rather liked it; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life; and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling him a "true sea-dog," and a "real old salt," and such like names, and saying there was the sort of man that made England terrible at sea.
In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us; for he kept on staying week after week, and at last month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly, that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and I am sure the annoyance and the terror he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death.
All the time he lived with us the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself up-stairs in his room, and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neighbours, and with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had ever seen open.
He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old "Benbow." I followed him in, and I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow, and his bright, black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours, sitting far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he-the captain, that is-began to pipe up his eternal song:-
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be that identical big box of his up-stairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean-silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Livesey's; he went on as before, speaking clear and kind, and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath: "Silence, there, between decks!"
"Were you addressing me, sir?" says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that this was so, "I have only one thing to say to you, sir," replies the doctor, "that if you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!"
The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp-knife, and, balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall.
The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to him, as before, over his shoulder, and in the same tone of voice; rather high, so that all the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady:-
"If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket, I promise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes."
Then followed a battle of looks between them; but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.
"And now, sir," continued the doctor, "since I now know there's such a fellow in my district, you may count I'll have an eye upon you day and night. I'm not a doctor only; I'm a magistrate; and if I catch a breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece of incivility like to-night's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice."
Soon after Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door, and he rode away; but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come.
Chapter Two
Black Dog Appears and Disappears
It was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands; and were kept busy enough, without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest.
It was one January morning, very early-a pinching, frosty morning-the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual, and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I heard of him, as he turned the big rock, was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr. Livesey.
Well, mother was up-stairs with father; and I was laying the breakfast-table against the captain's return, when the parlour door opened, and a man stepped in on whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale, tallowy creature, wanting two fingers of the left hand; and, though he wore a cutlass, he did not look much like a fighter. I had always my eye open for seafaring men, with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled me. He was not sailorly, and yet he had a smack of the sea about him too.
The Old Sea Dog at the "Admiral Benbow"
Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go back to the time when my father kept the "Admiral Benbow" inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, first took up his lodging under our roof.
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails; and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:-
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste, and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.
"This is a handy cove," says he, at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?"
My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity.
"Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what you're at-there;" and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. "You can tell me when I've worked through that," says he, looking as fierce as a commander.
And, indeed, bad as his clothes were, and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast; but seemed like a mate or skipper, accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the "Royal George;" that he had inquired what inns there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest.
He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove, or upon the cliffs, with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next the fire, and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to; only look up sudden and fierce, and blow through his nose like a fog-horn; and we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be. Every day, when he came back from his stroll, he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road? At first we thought it was the want of company of his own kind that made him ask this question; but at last we began to see he was desirous to avoid them. When a seaman put up at the "Admiral Benbow" (as now and then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol), he would look in at him through the curtained door before he entered the parlour; and he was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present. For me, at least, there was no secret about the matter; for I was, in a way, a sharer in his alarms. He had taken me aside one day, and promised me a silver fourpenny on the first of every month if I would only keep my "weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one leg," and let him know the moment he appeared. Often enough, when the first of the month came round, and I applied to him for my wage, he would only blow through his nose at me, and stare me down; but before the week was out he was sure to think better of it, bring me my fourpenny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for "the seafaring man with one leg."
How that personage haunted my dreams, I need scarcely tell you. On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house, and the surf roared along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical expressions. Now the leg would be cut off at the knee, now at the hip; now he was a monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg, and that in the middle of his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of these abominable fancies.
But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, I was far less afraid of the captain himself than anybody else who knew him. There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head would carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked, old, wild sea-songs, minding nobody; but sometimes he would call for glasses round, and force all the trembling company to listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing. Often I have heard the house shaking with "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum;" all the neighbours joining in for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other, to avoid remark. For in these fits he was the most over-riding companion ever known; he would slap his hand on the table for silence all round; he would fly up in a passion of anger at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his story. Nor would he allow any one to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed.
His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were; about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main. By his own account he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea; and the language in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described. My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannised over and put down, and sent shivering to their beds; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time, but on looking back they rather liked it; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life; and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling him a "true sea-dog," and a "real old salt," and such like names, and saying there was the sort of man that made England terrible at sea.
In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us; for he kept on staying week after week, and at last month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly, that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and I am sure the annoyance and the terror he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death.
All the time he lived with us the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself up-stairs in his room, and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neighbours, and with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great sea-chest none of us had ever seen open.
He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old "Benbow." I followed him in, and I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow, and his bright, black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours, sitting far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he-the captain, that is-began to pipe up his eternal song:-
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest-
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be that identical big box of his up-stairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean-silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Livesey's; he went on as before, speaking clear and kind, and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath: "Silence, there, between decks!"
"Were you addressing me, sir?" says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that this was so, "I have only one thing to say to you, sir," replies the doctor, "that if you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!"
The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp-knife, and, balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall.
The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to him, as before, over his shoulder, and in the same tone of voice; rather high, so that all the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady:-
"If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket, I promise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes."
Then followed a battle of looks between them; but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.
"And now, sir," continued the doctor, "since I now know there's such a fellow in my district, you may count I'll have an eye upon you day and night. I'm not a doctor only; I'm a magistrate; and if I catch a breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece of incivility like to-night's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice."
Soon after Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door, and he rode away; but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come.
Chapter Two
Black Dog Appears and Disappears
It was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands; and were kept busy enough, without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest.
It was one January morning, very early-a pinching, frosty morning-the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual, and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I heard of him, as he turned the big rock, was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr. Livesey.
Well, mother was up-stairs with father; and I was laying the breakfast-table against the captain's return, when the parlour door opened, and a man stepped in on whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale, tallowy creature, wanting two fingers of the left hand; and, though he wore a cutlass, he did not look much like a fighter. I had always my eye open for seafaring men, with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled me. He was not sailorly, and yet he had a smack of the sea about him too.
Recenzii
• "It is a breathless journey and the closest thing to a real pirate adventure without an eye patch and a time machine... It is a unique work of genius." --Eoin Colfer, author of Artemis Fowl
• "Who can think of a pirate without conjuring up the image of Long John Silver?" --Daily Mail
"An undisputed masterpiece" Daily Telegraph "A poet, a rebel, a philosopher, a genius far ahead of his time, [Stevenson] has given us some of the most powerful characters of English literature" Daily Mail "What I didn't anticipate was the power of Stevenson's prose. His ability to bring everything vividly to life is still astonishing. It was probably the first time for me that reading became as exciting as messing about. The pirate has a dangerous glamour to him, a degenerate dandyism, something, once I was in my teens, that I would admire in people like David Bowie and Sid Vicious'" -- Jake Arnott Daily Telegraph "Reading Treasure Island at the age of seven or eight was my real awakening as a reader... it is all as frightening and exciting when read for the umpteenth time in middle age as when first discovered in childhood" -- A.N.Wilson, Daily Telegraph "I believe Treasure Island to be Robert Louis Stevenson's masterpiece. The very opening - the murder-bent Blind Pew, tapping his way towards the isolated inn - is designed to make our flesh creep. Long John Silver is a great literary creation. Re-reading the book, it gripped me as firmly now as it did under the torch-lit blankets 60 years ago" -- George Melly Sunday Telegraph
• "Who can think of a pirate without conjuring up the image of Long John Silver?" --Daily Mail
"An undisputed masterpiece" Daily Telegraph "A poet, a rebel, a philosopher, a genius far ahead of his time, [Stevenson] has given us some of the most powerful characters of English literature" Daily Mail "What I didn't anticipate was the power of Stevenson's prose. His ability to bring everything vividly to life is still astonishing. It was probably the first time for me that reading became as exciting as messing about. The pirate has a dangerous glamour to him, a degenerate dandyism, something, once I was in my teens, that I would admire in people like David Bowie and Sid Vicious'" -- Jake Arnott Daily Telegraph "Reading Treasure Island at the age of seven or eight was my real awakening as a reader... it is all as frightening and exciting when read for the umpteenth time in middle age as when first discovered in childhood" -- A.N.Wilson, Daily Telegraph "I believe Treasure Island to be Robert Louis Stevenson's masterpiece. The very opening - the murder-bent Blind Pew, tapping his way towards the isolated inn - is designed to make our flesh creep. Long John Silver is a great literary creation. Re-reading the book, it gripped me as firmly now as it did under the torch-lit blankets 60 years ago" -- George Melly Sunday Telegraph
Cuprins
To the hesitating purchaser; Part I. The Old Buccaneer: 1. The old sea-dog at the 'Admiral Benbow'; 2. Black Dog appears and disappears; 3. The black spot; 4. The sea chest; 5. The last of the blind man; 6. The captain's papers; Part II. The Sea Cook: 7. I go to Bristol; 8. At the sign of the 'Spy-Glass'; 9. Powder and arms; 10. The voyage; 11. What I heard in the apple barrel; 12. Council of war; Part III. My Shore Adventure: 13. How my shore adventure began; 14. The first blow; 15. The man of the island; Part IV. The Stockade: 16. Narrative continued by the doctor: how the ship was abandoned; 17. Narrative continued by the doctor: the jolly boat's last trip; 18. Narrative continued by the doctor: end of the first day's fighting; 19. Narrative resumed by Jim Hawkins: the garrison in the stockade; 20. Silver's embassy; 21. The attack; Part V. My Sea Adventure: 22. How my sea adventure began; 23. The ebb-tide runs; 24. The cruise of the coracle; 25. I strike the Jolly Roger; 26. Israel Hands; 27. 'Pieces of eight'; Part VI. Captain Silver: 28. In the enemy's camp; 29. The black spot again; 30. On parole; 31. The treasure hunt: Flint's pointer; 32. The treasure hunt: the voice among the trees; 33. The fall of a chieftain; 34. And last.
Premii
- Audies Winner, 2008
- Odyssey Award for Excellence in Audiobook Production Honor Book, 2008