M. Gorky Central Film Studio
for Youth and Children
Robert Louis Stevenson’s
TREASURE ISLAND
I was just past my fifteenth
birthday.
My mother kept a seaside inn,
“The Admiral Benbow”,
a fair distance from
the nearest town.
In those autumn days
a brown old seaman,
with a sabre cut on his cheek,
took up his lodging under our roof.
He would spend whole days
wandering around the cove
with a brass telescope.
All evening he sat in a corner of
the parlor next to the fire.
It was one of those quiet evenings
when the events
that still sear my memory began.
I can call it to mind what an icy
wind blew through the door
when the blind man entered,
and how fast I had to run
to look for help!
If I hadn’t met the Squire
on the road,
and Doctor Livesey,
I would never have heard
of Treasure Island.
Can any one inform a blind man
who gave up his sight
in the defense of England,
and may God bless King George,
is this the inn?
- The Admiral Benbow?
- Yes! Can we help you?
And where can I find my mate,
seaman Billy?
Who’s that moving there?
That you, Billy?
Stay where you are!
Don’t you even call to mind
your former shipmate?
- Is it you, Pew?
- Himself.
When Flint cast off, and you had
disappeared, the boys were angry!
It’s not good, a man deserting
his old friends.
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