The main idea of \u200b\u200bthe story on the shores of Sacramento. Jack London

March 29, 2015.

Works by D. London are familiar to every lover of adventure literature. His heroes are bold, volitional, decisive people who can find a way out of any situation. It is this person that a person can be called a fourteen-year-old boy from the story "On the shores of Sacramento". Reviews readers indicate that his act perfectly deserves the name "feat."

Acquaintance with Jerry - Son and Father

The epigraph of the story was the passage from the song of the sailors. She often sowed the main character - A boy with red hair, blue eyes and white leather covered with freckles. He never saw the sea, but it heard a lot about him from her father, Old Man Jerry. Sometime decided to leave the ship to look at the Sacramento River, and the donkey here. He married, entered the mine "Yellow Dream", where he continued to work to this day. His caretaker's work was to cross the trolley with ore to another bank.

After death, Margenet himself began to raise his son, Jerry younger, giving him all his love. So the story "on the shores of Sacramento" begins.

Stayed for the owner

Meeting Kid Jerry with Hall, the cable calender "Yellow Dragon", makes it clear that his father went on the day before in San Francisco. The boy remained alone than he was very proud. He tries to behave in a conversation as an adult and even learning that the Hall goes to the gorge to hunt, notes: "It seems that the rain is going."

The weather really spoiled, and Jerry went to the house, from where she was not going to go today.

Summary "On the shores of Sacramento": Tie

A knock on the door rang out at noon, and spousers spouses broke into the room. They were looking for a hall, since they needed to urgently move to the other side. These services in the residents provided only "Yellow Dragon". Having learned that the caretaker went to the gorge, they were very upset. The river occurred an explosion at the mine, and Mrs. Spilelen suffered seriously. Now the spouses remained one way out - to cross the cable, followed by an old man Jerry.

In the hard situation puts his young hero Jack London. On the shores of Sacramento, the crisis came, and the "yellow dream" had been inactive for quite a long time. In addition, the cable was not intended for the transport of people. The boy is not solved to take up the crossing, as he never did this himself, without supervision of his father. Finally, Mr. Spiellen managed to convince him that there was simply no other way to get onto the shore.

Jerry knew how to run a cable, but now he had to do it alone. Moreover, people were in the trolley instead of ore, and the shower and the wind became incredibly intensified.

People in danger

Jerry's task was to adjust the speed of the trolley. To do this, it was necessary to follow the twisting drum. Now the crossing complicated a strong gusty wind and lack of visibility. It seemed that the spouses who went to the journey immediately absorbed the baur.

Simultaneously with a loaded trolley from another shore, an empty cabin was moving, helped save balance. At first everything went well. However, at some point, the cable stopped and did not respond to the actions of the boy, this meant one thing - a long time that did not work the mechanism spoiled, and people hung out somewhere in the MGL over the raging river. While the boy examined the drum in the hope of finding a malfunction, the clouds were dissipated, and at some point he saw a raging Sacramento, and Mr. and Mrs. Spillen hanging over her. What to do: leave everything as it is or try to extract people from this captivity - in front of this choice puts his hero Jack London.

"On the shores of Sacramento": Culmination

Jerry, who understood that the reason for the malfunction should be sought on another bank, rushed to the "yellow dragon" ... But in the second drum, the kid did not find problems. Mr. Spillen examined his trolley. Her wheels were also working. So, it's all about an empty trolley.

The boy did not have time to think. Summary "On the banks of Sacramento" does not include the details preceding the dangerous "journey". Taking the necessary tools, building a loop playing for him the role of the cabin, Jerry went on a cable in the opposite direction. His knees were shaking off the fear, inside everything was silent, but he, rushing her palms, was stubbornly moving towards his goal. About one and a half hours it took him to put the jumped wheel in place. It was not easy. Sometimes it seemed that everything was hopeless, and he would never cope with the rusty mechanism. But the boy again and again took a new attempt, until the decision came to his head. Eliminate the breakdown helped the old nail, somehow miraculously sworn in his pocket.

Walking in the trolley, tired and exhausted psychologically Jerry went to the shore.

Junction

Rotating to the place, the boy slowly got out. Then strengthened the trolley. And only after that fell to the ground and buried. Unbearable pain in the instended palms, experienced fear, incredible nervous tensionFinally, the joy for saved people - all this was the cause of tears, whom he was not at all intended.

Jack London

On the shores of Sacramento

The wind rushes-ho-ho-haugh!

Right to California.

Sacramento - the edge is rich:

Gold row shovel!

Slim boy has a thin piercing voice that sowed this seaside song, which sailors are minted in all parts of the world, choosing anchor to move to the port of Frisco. It was an ordinary boy, he never seen the sea in her eyes, but only two hundred feet from him - just descend from the rock - Burlila Sacramento River. Kid Jerry - so called him because there was still old Jerry, his father; From him, the baby heard this song and he inherited brightly red swirls, fierce blue eyes and very white, covered with freckles the skin.

The old "Jerry was a sailor, he walked around the seas to be a good half of his life, and the song Satrosh itself asks for the language. But once in some Asian port, when he sang together with twenty other sailors, knocking out of his strength over the damned anchor, the words of this song for the first time forced him to think seriously. Updated in San Francisco, he spread with his vessel and with the sea and went to look at his own eyes of Ja Beach Sacramento.

He was then he saw gold. He hired to work at the mine "Golden Gres" and found himself in high degree Useful person with a suspension road at a height of two hundred feet above the river.

Then this road remained under its supervision. He followed the cables, kept them in good condition, loved them and soon became an indispensable worker at the mine "Golden Glaza". And then he loved the pretty Margaret Kelly, but she very soon left him and Baby Jerry, who just started walking, and fell asleep in a small cemetery among large, harsh pines.

Old Jerry never returned to the maritime service. He lived near his suspension road and all the love, which was capable of his soul, was given to a thick steel rushes and the baby Jerry. For the mine "Golden Glaza" came black days, but then the old man stayed in the company's service to watch an abandoned enterprise.

However, this morning it was not visible. Only the baby Jerry was sitting on the porch and sowed an old sailor song. He himself prepared his breakfast and has already managed to manage him, and now it came out to look at the white light. Nearby, steps are twenty from him (a huge steel drum rummaged, an endless metal cable was wounded. Next to the drum was a thoroughly attached trolley for ore. Having traced the dizzying flight of steel cables, twisted high above the river, Kid Jerry distinguished far on the bank Another drum and another trolley.

The construction was performed simply by force: the trolley moved, drought by its own weight, and at this time the empty trolley was moving from the opposite shore. When the loaded trolley was emptied, and the empty loaded ore, everything was repeated again, repeated many, many hundred and thousands of times, since the old Jerry became a soulful road.

Kid Jerry stopped singing, having heard the approaching steps. A tall man In a blue shirt, with a rifle on his shoulder came out of a pine forest. It was a hall, the watchman at the Yellow Dragon mine, located about a mile from here upstream Sacramento, where the road was thrown into the coast.

Great, baby! He was doing. - What are you doing here one-odinee?

And here I am now for the owner, I found the baby Jerry as you can not be more careless tone, as if he was not the first to stay alone. - Father, you know, left. - Where did you go? - asked the hall. - in San Francisco. He left last night. My brother died, somewhere in the old world. So he went with a lawyer to cake. Tomorrow evening will come back.

All this Jerry laid out with the proud consciousness that a big responsibility was entrusted to him - the Golden Glazing mine is written. It was visible at the same time that he was afraid of a wonderful adventure - the opportunity to live quite one on this rock over the river and preparing myself breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Well, see be careful, "the Hall advised him," do not try to indulge with cables. " And I go to see if it would be possible to shoot a deer in the Canyon Corn Canyon.

No matter how rain is, he slowly said Jerry.

I am what! Wrinkle, what is scary? - laughed Hall and, turning, disappeared between the trees.

Jerry's prediction about rain came true. The clock to ten pines squeezed, burned, moaned, glass 1B stained windows, the rain was overwhelmed with long oblique jets. In half the twelfth Jerry spread the fire in the hearth and. barely pierced twelve, sat down to dine.

"Today, of course, you don't have to walk," he decided, worn thoroughly and removing the dishes after her eating. And I thought: "How should the loss of the Hall! And whether he managed to shoot a deer? "

Near the hour of the day knocked on the door, and when Jerry discovered, a man and woman broke into the room, as if by the wind, the wind stained. It was Mr. and Mrs. Spilllen, farmers who lived in a secluded valley, miles in twelve from the river.

Where is the hall? - Failling, rubbed demands spilllene.

Jerry noticed that the farmer was excited and rushing somewhere, and Mrs. Spillen, apparently, very upset.

It was thin, completely fading a woman who had worked a lot on her cent; Sad, hopelessly laid a heavy seal on her face. The same grave life bent the back of her husband, cherished his arms and covered her hair with a dry ashes of the early seedy.

He went to the hunt, in the canyon "Krichnoy Cow". And what do you need, on the other side, what do you need?

The woman began to sneak softly, and the spillment had an exclamation, expressing extreme annoyance. He walked over to the window. Jerry became with him next to him and also glanced in the window, toward the suspension road; The cables were almost no visible behind the thick roasting rain.

Usually, residents of the surrounding villages were transferred through Sacramento along the "yellow dragon" cable car. For the crossing, a small fee was relying, from which the company "Yellow Dragon" paid a salary hall.

We need to shore, Jerry, "said Spiellen. "Father she has," he poked her finger towards the crying wife, "crushed at the mine, in the" Clover Sheet "mine. There was an explosion. They say it will not survive. And we just gave to know.

Jerry felt the heart eacked him. He realized that Spiellen wants to cross the cables of the Golden Dreams, but without Old Jerry, he could not decide on such a step, because they didn't take passengers on their road, and she had long been inaction.

May be. Hall will come soon, "the boy said. Spilen shook his head. - And father where? - he asked.

In San Francisco, "Korotko replied Jerry. With a hoarse moan, the spillment was furiously slammed with a fist on the palm. His wife sobbed everything louder, and Jerry heard, as she was due: "Ah, do not help, do not help, die ..."

The boy felt that he was about to pay; He stood in indecision, not knowing what to do. But Spiellen decided for him.

Listen, baby, "he told the tone that did not allow any objections," we need to cross my wife with your wife by anything on your road. Can you help us in this matter - run this thing?

Jerry involuntarily backed up, for sure he was suggested to touch something unauthorized.

I'd rather go see if the hall was returned, - he said timidly. - And if not? Jerry jammed again.

If it happens that I am responsible for everything. You see, the baby, we need to be cut to the top. - Jerry nodded hesitantly. "And there is no point in waiting for the hall," said Spillen, "he himself understand that he will not return from the Canyon of the Kratschi Cow. So go, run the drum.

"It's not surprising that Mrs. Sverlen had such a frightened look when we helped her climbing the trolley," Jerry thought unwittingly, looking down, in the abyss, which now seemed completely bottomless. The far shore, which was located at a distance of seven feet, was not visible through the shower, cushioning in the whirlwind of clouds, fierce foam and splashes. And the cliff, on which they stood, left the steep wall right in the rabbit MGLU, and it seemed that from steel cables there, down, not two hundred feet, but at least mile. ..

Subject.Life I. creative way D. London. Story "Thirst Life"

Objective: To familiarize yourself with the facts of the biography of D. London, learn about the history of the creation of northern stories, familiarize yourself with the concept of "story", to work on the expressive reading of the work.

Equipment: Portrait of D. London, the exhibition of his books, the texts of the story "Thirst of Life".

Not any resistance of trouble is awarded to get rid of death,

and death always begins with the loss of will.

Reading epigraph

How do you understand these words?

What are the strong, courageous people, show the power of will in the fight against destiny, do you know? (Prometheus, Hercules, Cruzo, D. Send, M. Weldon, Hercules, O.Measure)

Today at the lesson we will get acquainted with the life of strong and courageous people: one of them is a person that really existed, the famous writer Jack London, the other - the nameless hero of his famous story.

II. Studying a new material

1. Teacher's story

Meet D. London

Famous American Writer Jack London (real name - John Griffith) grew up in the father's father, Irish Farmer John London.

Recalling childhood years, D. London wrote: "I was born in the poor family, I often thoughtfully and was often hungry. I never knew what it means to have your own toys. Poverty was our companion always. "

Study B. primary schoolJack at the same time sells newspapers. Twice a day, early in the morning before the start of classes and in the evening after school, he runs through the streets of the city, equiving and selling newspapers.

Instead of college, about who guy could not and dream, he begins to work at a canning factory, where the working day lasted 12-14 hours a day, and the fee per hour was only 10 cents.

At 15 years old for Jack begins new lifeFull adventures and dangers. He decided to engage in illegal catch of oysters in San Francisco Bay. Paradox: courage and courage that their guy showed during raids, led to what he was offered to work in a fishing patrol, where the dangers were no less, although the guards were protected by law.

Despite the fact that since childhood, the guy had a lot and hard work, he always found the time to read books and was a regular visitor to public libraries.

Londoni was not also 20 years old when he took part in the competition for best storyorganized by San Francisco newspaper "Call". The young man wrote a story "Typhoon off the coast of Japan", for which he was awarded the first prize.

At the cost of incredible efforts, Jack enters the university, dreaming about studying. "The lack of funds, and besides, the realization that the university does not give me the necessary and takes too much time from me," all this made me leave, "wrote D. London.

In 1896, J. Karmak opened large gold deposits in the area of \u200b\u200bKlondiyaka. This discovery has become a signal for the start of the Golden Fever. Thousands of people went to Alaska, wishing easy and rapid enrichment. Among the gold kits found himself D. London. However, it was not possible to get rich. Having been in Alaska about a year, he fell ill with a quantine and returned to San Francisco as the same poorly as he left.

But the one-year stay in the north was the "last university" for him. "I found myself in Klondike," he wrote, "everyone is silent there. Everyone thinks. There you have a right view of life. My worldview was formed. " It is for staying at Alaska D. London and wrote his northern stories.

The first of them is "for those in the way" - was printed in 1899. Northern stories have become the beginning of the literary glory of D. London.

Only 40 years continued life Path Writer, and his literary heritage is great: For the life of D. London, 50 books written by him. The best of these is "thirst for life", "White Cang", "Martin Eden", "on the shores of Sacramento."

2. Theory of literature

The story is an epic genre, a small prosaic work, the plot of which is built on one, sometimes several episodes from one or more characters.

3. Reading the story "Thirst for Life"

4. Identification of reader's reading experiences

What struck you in the read work?

What feelings arose while reading?

What is this narrative does not look like other works that we read? (Strict circumstances, realistic image)

III. conclusions

IV. Homework

Prepare short retelling The story of "Thirst for Life", to learn the definitions of the stories.

Acquaintance with Jerry - Son and Father

The epigraph of the story was the passage from the song of the sailors. She often sowed the main character - a boy with red hair, and covered with freckles. He never saw the sea, but it heard a lot about him from her father, Old Man Jerry. Sometime decided to leave the ship to look at the Sacramento River, and the donkey here. He married, entered the mine "Yellow Dream", where he continued to work to this day. His caretaker's work was to cross the trolley with ore to another bank.

After death, Margenet himself began to raise his son, Jerry younger, giving him all his love. So the story "on the shores of Sacramento" begins.

Stayed for the owner

The weather really spoiled, and Jerry went to the house, from where she was not going to go today.

Summary "On the shores of Sacramento": Tie

In the difficult situation puts his young hero Jack London. On the shores of Sacramento, the crisis came, and the "yellow dream" had been inactive for quite a long time. In addition, the cable was not intended for the transport of people. The boy is not solved to take up the crossing, as he never did this himself, without supervision of his father. Finally, Mr. Spiellen managed to convince him that there was simply no other way to get onto the shore.

Jerry knew how to run a cable, but now he had to do it alone. Moreover, people were in the trolley instead of ore, and the shower and the wind became incredibly intensified.

People in danger

"On the shores of Sacramento": Culmination

The boy did not have time to think. The summary "on the shores of Sacramento" does not include the details preceding the dangerous "journey". Taking the necessary tools, building a loop playing for him the role of the cabin, Jerry went on a cable in the opposite direction. His knees were shaking off the fear, inside everything was silent, but he, rushing her palms, was stubbornly moving towards his goal. About one and a half hours it took him to put the jumped wheel in place. It was not easy. Sometimes it seemed that everything was hopeless, and he would never cope with the rusty mechanism. But the boy again and again took a new attempt, until the decision came to his head. Eliminate the breakdown helped the old nail, somehow miraculously sworn in his pocket.

Walking in the trolley, tired and exhausted psychologically Jerry went to the shore.

Junction

Rotating to the place, the boy slowly got out. Then strengthened the trolley. And only after that fell to the ground and buried. Unbearable pain in the wasopted palms, experienced fear, incredible nervous tension, finally, the joy for saved people - all this was the cause of tears, which he was not intended at all.

Jack London

On the shores of Sacramento

Blowing winds, oh-ho-ho!
To Kali-Fore-NI and.
A lot - heard - gold
There, on Sacramento!

He was only a boy with a saucer of a seaman song, which sailors singing globe, standing by the spire and raising anchor to sail Frisco to the port. It was only a boy who never seen the sea, but in front of him, in two hundred feet below, rushed Sacramento River. His young Jerry was called, and from his father, old Jerry, he learned this song and inherited a shop of bright red hair, blue running eyes and white skin with inevitable freckles.

The old man Jerry was a sailor and a half-life floated around the seas, always pursued by the words of this song. And once he sang it all seriously, in one Asian port, talked around the spire with twenty comrades. And in San Francisco, he spread with his ship and with the sea and went to look at his own eyes on the shores of Sacramento.

And he had a chance to see gold: he found a place at the mine "Yellow Dream" and was highly useful when conducting large cable through the river, held at a height of two hundred feet.

Then he was instructed to a care for the cables, the repair of them and the shutter of the trolleys. He loved his work and became an integral affiliation of the mine "Yellow Dream". Soon he fell in love with a pretty Margenet Kelly, but she left him and young Jerry, barely just started walking, "left to fall asleep the last long sleep among high strict pines.

Old Jerry never returned to the sea. He stayed with his cables, giving them all his love and young Jerry.

It has come for the "yellow dreams" difficult times, and he still remained in the company's service, wound up the abandoned property.

But in the morning it was not visible. Only young Jerry was sitting on the attack of a hut and sow old song. He cooked and alone ate his breakfast, and now it came out to look at the world. At a distance of twenty feet there was a steel gate, around which the endless cable was observed. At the gate sheltered the trolley attached to it for ore. Following the eyes of the dizzying of cables to the opposite shore, he could see another gate and another trolley.

The mechanism was driven by force; Due to its own severity, the loaded trolley was driving through the river, and at the same time, another trolley returned back empty. The loaded trolley was unloaded, and the empty was filled with ore, and the crossing was repeated, tens of thousands of times from the day, as an old Jerry became a calender.

Young Jerry broke his song, hearing the approaching steps.

The tall man in the blue shirt, with a gun on his shoulder, left the darkness of the pine. It was a hall, the calender's "Yellow Dragon" cable, whose cables crossed Sacramento mile above.

Great, baby! - he greeted. - What are you doing here alone?

I look after a cable, - Jerry tried to speak unclosed, as if it was the most ordinary thing. - Dad is not!

Where did he go? - asked a man.

In San Francisco. Still last night. He had a brother for the sea, and he went to swim with lawyers. Earlier than tomorrow by night, it will not return.

Jerry spoke proudly - after all, he fell responsibility to look after the property of the "yellow dreams", to live alone on the rock over the river and scaring lunch itself.

Well, so you be careful, "said Hall, - and not fooling with a cable. I go to the gorge of the chrome cow, maybe there is a deer there.

It seems that the rain is going, - Jerry noted with an adult prudence.

I'm not very afraid to get inserted, "the hall looked around, disappearing behind the trees.

Jerry's prediction relative to the rain more than justified. By ten o'clock pines, the windows of the huts were dressed and drooped, and the windows of the hut were back, and the rain was poured soaked with wild gusts of the wind. In half the twelfth, the boy spread fire and smoothly at twelve sat for lunch.

Today he does not get out of the house, he decided, washing the dishes and putting it into place; And he thought how the hall would smell and whether he could pick up a deer.

An hour came the knock on the door, and when he opened it, in the room, customized by the squall, fell, staggering, a man and a woman. It was Mr. and Mrs. Spiell, the owners of Rancho who lived in a secluded valley, miles in twelve away from the river.

Where is the hall? - asked Spillen; He spoke abruptly and quickly.

Jerry noticed that he was nervous and moved his cutting, and Mrs. Spilllena seemed to be very concerned. It was thin, fading, exhausted woman; Life filled with infinite labor, put her rude print on her face. And the same life bent the shoulders of her husband, made his hands knotted, and the hair was dust-gray.

He went hunting for a chrome cow, "Jerry replied. - You wanted to move to the side?

The woman began to cry quietly, and Spilen dropped some kind of curse and went to the window. Jerry joined him and looked out, where the cables were not visible at frequent shower.

Residents of forests of this part of the country were usually shipped through Sacramento on the cable of the Yellow Dragon. For this service, a modest fee was charged with them, and the company "Yellow Dragon" paid a hollow complaint from this money.

We need to move to the side, Jerry, "said Spillen, pointing his finger over his shoulder on his wife. - With her father there was a trouble in Klover-bodice. Explosion of powder. Hardly surviving. We just found out about it.

Jerry felt inner trepid. He knew that the sleeves wanted to cross the cable "Yellow Dreams", and in the absence of his father he did not decrease to take over such responsibility, the cable was never used to cross passengers, and in essence, he was in general without any use.

Maybe the Hall will come back soon, "he said. Spilen shook his head and asked:

Where is your father?

In San Francisco, - Jerry replied briefly.

Spilen groaned and grieved his fist, fiercely hit the palm of the other hand. His wife cried louder, and Jerry heard her whisper:

And dad dies, dies!

Tears clouded and his eyes, and he stood in indecision, not knowing what he was taken. But Spiellen decided for him.

Listen, baby, - he said firmly, - My wife and I move on this to your cable. Will you put it for us?

Jerry slept slightly. He did it unconsciously, retreating instinctively before something undesirable.

Better look, did the hall returned? - he suggested.

And if not returned?

Jerry again hesitated.

Risk I take on myself, - added spillen. "Don't you understand the baby that we need to go to anything?"

Jerry reluctantly nodded his head.

And there is no point in waiting for the hall, "continued Spillen. - You know no worse than me that now he can not return. Well, so go!

"It is not surprising that Mrs. Spiell was completely frightened when they helped her to get into the trolley for ore," so, at least, Jerry thought, looking down into the abyss that seemed by the bottomless.

Rain and fog, fucked by ram wind blows, hid the opposite shore, which was seven hundred feet; Rock from their feet fell down, lost in a whisk of a mol. It seemed that the bottom was not two hundred feet, but a kind mile.

Ready? - he asked.

Let her! - Spillen shouted, trying to drown out the roar of the wind. He got into the trolley beside his wife and took her hand into his. Jerry looked at it disapprovingly.

You will need your hands to hold on, wind as River!

A man and a woman broke their hands and tightly grabbed the edge of the trolley, and Jerry slowly and carefully released the brake. The gate began to rotate, the endless cable came into motion, and the trolley slowly slid into the abyss; Her wheels fled on a fixed cable to which she was suspended.

I'm not the first time Jerry allowed the cable, but for the first time he had to do this in the absence of his father. Taking advantage of the brake, he regulated the speed of the trolley, and it was necessary to regulate, as sometimes, under the strengths of the wind, she fuckedly swinging back and forth, and once, before the solid rainy wall hid her, she seemed hardly threw her cargo.

After that, Jerry could define the promotion of trolleys only on a cable, and he carefully followed him as the cable slid around the gate.

Three hundred feet, he whispered, looking at the marks of the cable, - three hundred fifty, four hundred, four hundred ...

The cable stopped. Jerry lowered the brake, but the cable did not move. Jerry grabbed him with both hands and pulled his best. Something spoiled. But what? He could not guess, he was not visible. Having raised his head, he saw the vague outline of the empty trolley, which was moving from the opposite shore at a speed equal to the speed of the loaded trolley.