 | Stephen Crane - 1921 - 268 стор.
...heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whisky-andwater, and this steadied the chills out of him. "If I ever...opened his eyes, the sea and the sky were each of the grey hue of the dawning. Later, carmine and gold was painted upon the waters. The morning appeared... | |
 | Stephen Crane - 1921 - 270 стор.
...heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whisky-andwater, and this steadied the chills out of him. "If I ever...Billie, will you spell me?" "Sure," said the oiler. VII morning appeared finally, in its splendor, with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the... | |
 | Stephen Crane - 1921 - 268 стор.
...heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whisky-andwater, and this steadied the chills out of him. "If I ever..." At last there was a short conversation. "Billie. . . . Biliie, will you spell me?" "Sure," said the oiler. VII WHEN the correspondent again opened his... | |
 | Dorothy Brewster - 1928 - 536 стор.
...heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whiskey-andwater, and this steadied the chills out of him. " If I ever...opened his eyes, the sea and the sky were each of the grey hue of the dawning. Later, carmine and gold was painted upon the waters. The morning appeared... | |
 | 1927 - 528 стор.
...aroused, heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whisky and water, and this steadied the chills out of him....opened his eyes, the sea and the sky were each of the grey hue of the dawning. Later, carmine and gold was painted upon the waters. The morning appeared... | |
 | Stephen Crane - 1984 - 1422 стор.
...spoke into the bottom of the boat. "Billic!" There was a slow and gradual disentanglement. "Billic, will you spell me?" "Sure," said the oiler. As soon...of an oar " At last there was a short conversation. "Billic. . . . Billic, will you spell me?" "Sure," said the oiler. VII When the correspondent again... | |
 | Charles Baxter, Peter Turchi - 2001 - 276 стор.
..."Sure, Billie. " Four paragraphs later there is, at last, an exciting promise of real conversation: At last there was a short conversation. "Billie! ....Billie, will you spell me?" "Sure, " said the oiler. Likewise, how many times in the story is some form of this conversation in section 2 replayed? "See... | |
 | Stephen Crane - 2004 - 388 стор.
...heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whiskyand-water, and this steadied the chills out of him. "If I ever...oar — " At last there was a short conversation. "Billiel— Billie, will you spell me?" "Sure," said the oiler. * vii % WHEN the correspondent again... | |
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The correspondent, aroused, heard the crash of the toppled crests. As he was rowing, the captain gave him some whiskey and water, and this steadied the chills out of him. 