The life and extraordinary adventures of Robinson Crusoe. “The Life and Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe. "The Life and Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe"

05.12.2019

Daniel Defoe

"The Life and Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe"

The life, extraordinary and amazing adventures of Robinson Crusoe, a sailor from York, who lived for 28 years completely alone on an uninhabited island off the coast of America near the mouth of the Orinoco River, where he was thrown by a shipwreck, during which the entire crew of the ship except him died, with an account of his unexpected liberation by pirates; written by himself.

Robinson was the third son in the family, a spoiled child, he was not prepared for any craft, and from childhood his head was filled with “all sorts of nonsense” - mainly dreams of sea voyages. His eldest brother died in Flanders fighting the Spaniards, his middle brother went missing, and therefore at home they don’t want to hear about letting the last son go to sea. The father, “a sedate and intelligent man,” tearfully begs him to strive for a modest existence, extolling in every way the “average state” that protects a sane person from the evil vicissitudes of fate. The father's admonitions only temporarily reason with the 18-year-old teenager. The intractable son’s attempt to enlist his mother’s support was also unsuccessful, and for almost a year he tore at his parents’ hearts, until on September 1, 1651, he sailed from Hull to London, tempted by free travel (the captain was the father of his friend).

Already the first day at sea became a harbinger of future trials. The raging storm awakens repentance in the disobedient soul, which, however, subsided with the bad weather and was finally dispelled by drinking (“as usual among sailors”). A week later, in the Yarmouth roadstead, a new, much more ferocious storm hits. The experience of the crew, selflessly saving the ship, does not help: the ship is sinking, the sailors are picked up by a boat from a neighboring boat. On the shore, Robinson again experiences a fleeting temptation to heed a harsh lesson and return to his parents’ home, but “evil fate” keeps him on his chosen disastrous path. In London, he meets the captain of a ship preparing to sail to Guinea, and decides to sail with them - fortunately, it will not cost him anything, he will be the captain’s “companion and friend.” How the late, experienced Robinson will reproach himself for this calculated carelessness of his! If he had hired himself as a simple sailor, he would have learned the duties and work of a sailor, but as it is, he is just a merchant making a successful return on his forty pounds. But he acquires some kind of nautical knowledge: the captain willingly works with him, passing the time. Upon returning to England, the captain soon dies, and Robinson sets off on his own to Guinea.

It was an unsuccessful expedition: their ship is captured by a Turkish corsair, and young Robinson, as if in fulfillment of his father’s gloomy prophecies, goes through a difficult period of trials, turning from a merchant into a “pathetic slave” of the captain of a robber ship. He uses him for housework, does not take him to sea, and for two years Robinson has no hope of breaking free. Meanwhile, the owner relaxes his supervision, sends the prisoner with the Moor and the boy Xuri to fish for the table, and one day, having sailed far from the shore, Robinson throws the Moor overboard and persuades Xuri to escape. He is well prepared: in the boat there is a supply of crackers and fresh water, tools, guns and gunpowder. On the way, the fugitives shoot animals on the shore, even kill a lion and a leopard; the peace-loving natives supply them with water and food. Finally they are picked up by an oncoming Portuguese ship. Condescending to the plight of the rescued man, the captain undertakes to take Robinson to Brazil for free (they are sailing there); Moreover, he buys his longboat and “faithful Xuri,” promising in ten years (“if he accepts Christianity”) to return the boy’s freedom. “It changed things,” Robinson concludes complacently, having put an end to his remorse.

In Brazil, he settles down thoroughly and, it seems, for a long time: he receives Brazilian citizenship, buys land for tobacco and sugar cane plantations, works hard on it, belatedly regretting that Xuri is not nearby (how an extra pair of hands would have helped!). Paradoxically, he comes precisely to that “golden mean” with which his father seduced him - so why, he now laments, leave his parents’ home and climb to the ends of the world? The planter neighbors are friendly to him and willingly help him; he manages to get the necessary goods, agricultural tools and household utensils from England, where he left money with the widow of his first captain. Here he should calm down and continue his profitable business, but the “passion for wandering” and, most importantly, the “desire to get rich sooner than circumstances allowed” prompt Robinson to sharply break his established way of life.

It all started with the fact that the plantations required workers, and slave labor was expensive, since the delivery of blacks from Africa was fraught with the dangers of a sea crossing and was also complicated by legal obstacles (for example, the English parliament would allow the trade in slaves to private individuals only in 1698) . Having heard Robinson's stories about his trips to the shores of Guinea, the plantation neighbors decide to equip a ship and secretly bring slaves to Brazil, dividing them here among themselves. Robinson is invited to participate as a ship's clerk, responsible for the purchase of blacks in Guinea, and he himself will not invest any money in the expedition, but will receive slaves on an equal basis with everyone else, and even in his absence, his companions will oversee his plantations and look after his interests. Of course, he is seduced by favorable conditions, habitually (and not very convincingly) cursing his “vagrant inclinations.” What “inclinations” if he thoroughly and sensibly, observing all the formalities, disposes of the property he leaves behind! Never before had fate warned him so clearly: he set sail on the first of September 1659, that is, to the day eight years after escaping from parents' house. In the second week of the voyage, a fierce squall hit, and for twelve days they were torn by the “fury of the elements.” The ship sprang a leak, needed repairs, the crew lost three sailors (seventeen people in total on the ship), and there was no longer a way to Africa - they would rather get to land. A second storm breaks out, they are carried far from the trade routes, and then, in sight of land, the ship runs aground, and on the only remaining boat the crew “surrenders to the will of the raging waves.” Even if they do not drown while rowing to the shore, the surf near land will tear their boat to pieces, and the approaching land seems to them “more terrible than the sea itself.” A huge shaft “the size of a mountain” capsizes the boat, and Robinson, exhausted and miraculously not killed by the overtaking waves, gets out onto land.

Alas, he alone escaped, as evidenced by three hats, a cap and two unpaired shoes thrown ashore. The ecstatic joy is replaced by grief for dead comrades, the pangs of hunger and cold, and fear of wild animals. He spends the first night on a tree. By morning, the tide has driven their ship close to the shore, and Robinson swims to it. He builds a raft from spare masts and loads it with “everything necessary for life”: food supplies, clothing, carpentry tools, guns and pistols, shot and gunpowder, sabers, saws, an ax and a hammer. With incredible difficulty, at the risk of capsizing every minute, he brings the raft into a calm bay and sets off to find a place to live. From the top of the hill, Robinson becomes aware of his “bitter fate”: this is an island, and, by all indications, uninhabited. Protected on all sides by chests and boxes, he spends the second night on the island, and in the morning he swims to the ship again, hurrying to take what he can before the first storm breaks him into pieces. On this trip, Robinson took many useful things from the ship - again guns and gunpowder, clothes, a sail, mattresses and pillows, iron crowbars, nails, a screwdriver and a sharpener. On the shore, he builds a tent, transfers food supplies and gunpowder into it from the sun and rain, and makes a bed for himself. In total, he visited the ship twelve times, always getting hold of something valuable - canvas, tackle, crackers, rum, flour, “iron parts” (to his great chagrin, he drowned them almost entirely). On his last trip, he came across a wardrobe with money (this is one of the famous episodes of the novel) and philosophically reasoned that in his situation, all this “pile of gold” was not worth any of the knives lying in the next drawer, however, after reflection, “he decided to take them with you." That same night a storm broke out, and the next morning there was nothing left of the ship.

Robinson's first concern is the arrangement of reliable, safe housing - and most importantly, in view of the sea, from where only salvation can be expected. On the slope of a hill, he finds a flat clearing and on it, against a small depression in the rock, he decides to pitch a tent, enclosing it with a palisade of strong trunks driven into the ground. It was possible to enter the “fortress” only by a ladder. He expanded the hole in the rock - it turned out to be a cave, he uses it as a cellar. This work took many days. He is quickly gaining experience. In the midst of construction work, rain poured down, lightning flashed, and Robinson’s first thought: gunpowder! It was not the fear of death that frightened him, but the possibility of losing gunpowder at once, and for two weeks he poured it into bags and boxes and hid it in different places (at least a hundred). At the same time, he now knows how much gunpowder he has: two hundred and forty pounds. Without numbers (money, goods, cargo) Robinson is no longer Robinson.

Involved in historical memory, growing from the experience of generations and hoping for the future, Robinson, although alone, is not lost in time, which is why the primary concern of this life-builder becomes the construction of a calendar - this is a large pillar on which he makes a notch every day. The first date there is the thirtieth of September 1659. From now on, each of its days is named and taken into account, and for the reader, especially the one of that time, the reflection of a great story falls on the works and days of Robinson. During his absence, the monarchy was restored in England, and Robinson’s return “set the stage” for the “Glorious Revolution” of 1688, which brought William of Orange, Defoe’s benevolent patron, to the throne; in the same years, the “Great Fire” (1666) would occur in London, and the revived urban planning would change the appearance of the capital beyond recognition; during this time Milton and Spinoza will die; Charles II will issue a "Habeas Corpus Act" - a law on the inviolability of the person. And in Russia, which, as it turns out, will also be not indifferent to the fate of Robinson, at this time Avvakum is burned, Razin is executed, Sophia becomes regent under Ivan V and Peter I. These distant lightning flickers over a man firing a clay pot.

Among the “not particularly valuable” things taken from the ship (remember “a bunch of gold”) were ink, feathers, paper, “three very good Bibles,” astronomical instruments, telescopes. Now that his life is getting better (by the way, three cats and a dog live with him, also from the ship, and then a moderately talkative parrot will be added), it’s time to comprehend what is happening, and, until the ink and paper run out, Robinson keeps a diary so that “at least relieve your soul somehow.” This is a kind of ledger of “evil” and “good”: in the left column - he is thrown onto a desert island without hope of deliverance; on the right - he is alive, and all his comrades drowned. In his diary, he describes in detail his activities, makes observations - both remarkable (regarding barley and rice sprouts) and everyday ones (“It rained.” “It rained again all day”).

An earthquake forces Robinson to think about a new place to live - it is not safe under the mountain. Meanwhile, a shipwrecked ship washes up on the island, and Robinson takes building materials and tools from it. During these same days, he is overcome by a fever, and in a feverish dream a man “engulfed in flames” appears to him, threatening him with death because he “has not repented.” Lamenting his fatal delusions, Robinson for the first time “in many years” says a prayer of repentance, reads the Bible - and receives treatment to the best of his ability. Rum infused with tobacco will wake him up, after which he sleeps for two nights. Accordingly, one day fell out of his calendar. Having recovered, Robinson finally explores the island where he has lived for more than ten months. In its flat part, among unknown plants, he meets acquaintances - melon and grapes; The latter makes him especially happy; he will dry it in the sun, and in the off-season the raisins will strengthen his strength. And the island is rich in wildlife - hares (very tasteless), foxes, turtles (these, on the contrary, pleasantly diversify its table) and even penguins, which cause bewilderment in these latitudes. He looks at these heavenly beauties with a master's eye - he has no one to share them with. He decides to build a hut here, fortify it well and live for several days at a “dacha” (that’s his word), spending most of his time “on the old ashes” near the sea, from where liberation can come.

Working continuously, Robinson, for the second and third year, does not give himself any relief. Here is his day: “Religious duties and reading of the Holy Scriptures are in the foreground<…>The second of the daily tasks was hunting<…>The third was the sorting, drying and cooking of killed or caught game." Add to this the care of the crops, and then the harvest; add livestock care; add housework (making a shovel, hanging a shelf in the cellar), which takes a lot of time and effort due to a lack of tools and inexperience. Robinson has the right to be proud of himself: “With patience and labor, I completed all the work that I was forced to do by circumstances.” Just kidding, he will bake bread without salt, yeast or a suitable oven!

His cherished dream remains to build a boat and get to the mainland. He doesn’t even think about who or what he will meet there; the main thing is to escape from captivity. Driven by impatience, without thinking about how to get the boat from the forest to the water, Robinson cuts down a huge tree and spends several months carving a pirogue out of it. When she is finally ready, he never manages to launch her. He endures failure stoically: Robinson has become wiser and more self-possessed, he has learned to balance “evil” and “good.” He prudently uses the resulting leisure time to update his worn-out wardrobe: he “builds” himself a fur suit (pants and jacket), sews a hat and even makes an umbrella. Another five years pass in his daily work, marked by the fact that he finally built a boat, launched it into the water and equipped it with a sail. You can't get to a distant land on it, but you can go around the island. The current carries him out to the open sea, and with great difficulty he returns to the shore not far from the “dacha”. Having suffered through fear, he will lose the desire for sea walks for a long time. This year, Robinson improves in pottery and basket weaving (stocks are growing), and most importantly, gives himself a royal gift - a pipe! There is an abyss of tobacco on the island.

His measured existence, filled with work and useful leisure, suddenly bursts like a soap bubble. During one of his walks, Robinson sees a bare foot print in the sand. Scared to death, he returns to the “fortress” and sits there for three days, puzzling over an incomprehensible riddle: whose trace? Most likely these are savages from the mainland. Fear settles in his soul: what if he is discovered? The savages could eat him (he had heard of such a thing), they could destroy the crops and disperse the herd. Having started to go out little by little, he takes safety measures: he strengthens the “fortress” and arranges a new (distant) pen for the goats. Among these troubles, he again comes across human traces, and then sees the remains of a cannibal feast. It looks like guests have visited the island again. Horror possesses him for the entire two years that he remains on his part of the island (where the “fortress” and “dacha” are), living “always on the alert.” But gradually life returns to its “previous calm channel,” although he continues to make bloodthirsty plans to drive the savages away from the island. His ardor is cooled by two considerations: 1) these are tribal feuds, the savages personally did nothing wrong to him; 2) why are they worse than the Spaniards, who flooded South America with blood? These conciliatory thoughts are not allowed to strengthen by a new visit to the savages (it is the twenty-third anniversary of his stay on the island), who landed this time on “his” side of the island. Having celebrated their terrible funeral feast, the savages sail away, and Robinson is still afraid to look towards the sea for a long time.

And the same sea beckons him with the hope of liberation. On a stormy night, he hears a cannon shot - some ship is giving a distress signal. All night he burns a huge fire, and in the morning he sees in the distance the skeleton of a ship crashed on the reefs. Longing for loneliness, Robinson prays to heaven that “at least one” of the crew will be saved, but “evil fate,” as if in mockery, throws the cabin boy’s corpse ashore. And he won’t find a single living soul on the ship. It is noteworthy that the meager “boot” from the ship does not upset him very much: he stands firmly on his feet, fully provides for himself, and only gunpowder, shirts, linen - and, according to old memory, money - make him happy. He is haunted by the thought of escaping to the mainland, and since this is impossible to do alone, Robinson dreams of saving a savage destined “for slaughter” for help, reasoning in the usual categories: “to acquire a servant, or perhaps a comrade or assistant.” For a year and a half he has been making the most ingenious plans, but in life, as usual, everything turns out simply: cannibals arrive, the prisoner escapes, Robinson knocks down one pursuer with the butt of a gun, and shoots another to death.

Robinson's life is filled with new - and pleasant - concerns. Friday, as he called the rescued man, turned out to be a capable student, a faithful and kind comrade. Robinson bases his education on three words: “Mr.” (meaning himself), “yes” and “no.” He eradicates bad savage habits, teaching Friday to eat broth and wear clothes, as well as “to know the true God” (before this, Friday worshiped “an old man named Bunamuki who lives high”). Mastering English language. Friday says that his fellow tribesmen live on the mainland with seventeen Spaniards who escaped from the lost ship. Robinson decides to build a new pirogue and, together with Friday, rescue the prisoners. The new arrival of savages disrupts their plans. This time the cannibals bring a Spaniard and an old man, who turns out to be Friday's father. Robinson and Friday, who are no worse at handling a gun than their master, free them. The idea of everyone gathering on the island, building a reliable ship and trying their luck at sea appeals to the Spaniard. In the meantime, a new plot is being sown, goats are being caught - a considerable replenishment is expected. Having taken an oath from the Spaniard not to surrender him to the Inquisition, Robinson sends him with Friday's father to the mainland. And on the eighth day new guests arrive on the island. A mutinous crew from an English ship brings the captain, mate and passenger to massacre. Robinson can't miss this chance. Taking advantage of the fact that he knows every path here, he frees the captain and his fellow sufferers, and the five of them deal with the villains. The only condition that Robinson sets is to deliver him and Friday to England. The riot is pacified, two notorious scoundrels hang on the yardarm, three more are left on the island, humanely provided with everything necessary; but more valuable than provisions, tools and weapons is the experience of survival itself, which Robinson shares with the new settlers, there will be five of them in total - two more will escape from the ship, not really trusting the captain’s forgiveness.

Robinson's twenty-eight-year odyssey ended: on June 11, 1686, he returned to England. His parents died long ago, but a good friend, the widow of his first captain, is still alive. In Lisbon, he learns that all these years his Brazilian plantation was managed by an official from the treasury, and since it now turns out that he is alive, all the income for this period is returned to him. A wealthy man, he takes two nephews into his care, and trains the second to become a sailor. Finally, Robinson marries (he is sixty-one years old) “not without profit and quite successfully in all respects.” He has two sons and a daughter.

Robinson is the third son in the family. He dreamed of sea voyages, but his parents did not want to listen to this. But still, he sailed from Gul to London on the ship of his friend’s father on September 1, 1651. But on the very first day, repentance appeared, caused by the storm, and which calmed down along with the bad weather. In the next storm, the ship sinks, and the sailors are brought ashore on the boat of a passing ship. Robinson, frightened, wanted to return to his parents' house, but again ends up on board a ship sailing to Guinea.

As a result of the next expedition, Robinson became a “pathetic slave” of the captain of a robber ship. He runs away from him and ends up on a Portuguese ship. In Brazil, he receives citizenship and cultivates the acquired piece of land for sugar cane and tobacco. But again Robinson finds himself on board the ship - secretly traveling to Brazil with his slave plantation neighbors to work on their plantations. On the way, storms strike one after another, the ship, having strayed far from the trade routes, runs aground at the sight of land. The team boarded the boat on the raging waves, but a huge shaft capsized it. Robinson miraculously made it to land. The only one from the crew.

Shrouded in hunger, fear and grief for his dead comrades, Robinson spent his first night in a tree. In the morning, not far from the shore, there was a ship, driven by the tide. Having reached it, Robinson made a raft from masts, on which he transported everything necessary to the shore: tools, clothes, an axe, a hammer and guns. Having gone in search of housing, Robinson realizes that this is an uninhabited island. The next morning he again went to the ship, trying to bring as much as he could from there before another storm began, which that same night completely destroyed the ship.

Robinson arranged a safe home near the sea, where rescue could be expected. I pitched my tent on a flat clearing on the slope of a hill opposite a depression in the rock. He fences it with a palisade, driving strong trunks into the ground. Entrance to the fortress is only via a ladder. The expanded recess in the rock is used as a cellar. Having lived like this for quite a few days, you quickly gain experience. For two weeks he poured gunpowder into many small bags and hid them in different places from the rain. Getting used to his new life, Robinson changed a lot. Now his goal is to survive. In the process of one work, he notices something else that is beneficial. He has to master new professions, the laws of the world around him, and learn to interact with it. He mastered the skills of hunting goats, at the same time managed to tame several of them, adding meat and milk to his diet, and learned to make cheese. He managed to establish farming from barley and rice grains that were shaken out of the bag and sprouted.

In order not to get lost in time, Robinson built a wooden calendar on which he marked the days with a knife, making a notch. A dog and three cats (from the ship) live with him, and he has tamed a talking parrot. He keeps a diary - paper and ink also from the ship. Reads the Bible. After exploring the island, he finds grapes that are drying in the sun. Raisins provide strength. Feels like the owner of these heavenly beauties.

Years pass in daily work. He built a boat, but could not launch it - it was far from the shore. During his next walk, seeing a footprint in the sand, Robinson, frightened, begins to “strengthen himself.”

In his 23rd year on the island, he saw savages visiting his island to eat their prey. Robinson is scared. He dreams of escaping to the mainland, and to help with this he decided to free a captive savage, who will be brought to be eaten. Robinson accomplished this a year and a half later and named the rescued man Friday. He teaches him the craft, how to speak, how to wear clothes. Friday considers Robinson "God".

Together they will pacify the rebellious crew of the English ship, which will deliver the captain, assistant and passenger to their island. As a condition for the release of the ship, Robinson asks him and Friday to be taken to England, and the rebels to be left on the island for correction. And so it was done.

After 28 years, Robinson returned home. His parents died. All these years, his plantation was managed by an official from the treasury and Robinson received the income for the entire period. Being wealthy, he takes care of two nephews and marries “quite successfully” at the age of 62. He has two sons and a daughter.

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Daniel Defoe

THE LIFE AND AMAZING ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE

a sailor from York, who lived twenty-eight years completely alone on an uninhabited island off the coast of America near the mouth of the Orinoco River, where he was thrown by a shipwreck, during which the entire crew of the ship died except him; with an account of his unexpected release by pirates, written by himself

I had two older brothers. One served in Flanders, in an English infantry regiment, the same one that was once commanded by the famous Colonel Lockhart; he rose to the rank of lieutenant colonel and was killed in the battle with the Spaniards near Dunkirchen. I don’t know what happened to my second brother, just as my father and mother did not know what happened to me.

Since I was the third in the family, I was not prepared for any craft, and my head from a young age was filled with all sorts of nonsense. My father, who was already very old, gave me a fairly tolerable education to the extent that one can get it by being raised at home and attending a city school. He intended me to become a lawyer, but I dreamed of sea voyages and did not want to hear about anything else. This passion of mine for the sea took me so far that I went against my will - moreover: against the direct prohibition of my father and neglected the pleas of my mother and the advice of friends; it seemed that there was something fatal in the natural attraction that pushed me towards the woeful life that was my lot.

My father, a sedate and intelligent man, guessed about my idea and warned me seriously and thoroughly. One morning he called me into his room, to which he was confined by gout, and began to rebuke me hotly. He asked what other reasons, besides vagabond inclinations, could I have for leaving my father's house and my native country, where it is easy for me to go out into people, where I can increase my fortune through diligence and labor and live in contentment and pleasure. They leave their homeland in pursuit of adventure, he said. or those who have nothing to lose, or ambitious people eager to create a higher position for themselves; by embarking on enterprises that go beyond the framework of everyday life, they strive to improve matters and cover their name with glory; but such things are either beyond my power or humiliating for me; my place is the middle, that is, what can be called the highest level of modest existence, which, as he was convinced from many years of experience, is for us the best in the world, the most suitable for human happiness, freed from both need and deprivation, physical labor and suffering , falling to the lot of the lower classes, and from luxury, ambition, arrogance and envy of the upper classes. How pleasant such a life is, he said, I can judge by the fact that everyone placed in different conditions envy him: even kings often complain about the bitter fate of people born for great deeds, and regret that fate did not place them between two extremes - insignificance and greatness, and the sage speaks out in favor of the middle, as the measure of true happiness, when he prays to heaven not to send him either poverty or wealth.

I just have to observe, said my father, and I will see that all the hardships of life are distributed between the higher and lower classes and that least of all of them fall to the lot of people of average wealth, who are not subject to as many vicissitudes of fate as the nobility and the common people; even from illnesses, physical and mental, they are more insured than those whose illnesses are caused by vices, luxury and all kinds of excesses, on the one hand, hard work, need, poor and insufficient nutrition, on the other, being thus natural consequence of lifestyle. The middle state is the most favorable for the flourishing of all virtues, for all the joys of life; abundance and peace are his servants; he is accompanied and blessed by his moderation, temperance, health, peace of mind, sociability, all kinds of pleasant entertainment, all kinds of pleasures. A person of average wealth goes through his life's path quietly and smoothly, without burdening himself with either physical or mental backbreaking labor, without being sold into slavery for a piece of bread, without tormenting himself in search of a way out of complicated situations that deprive his body of sleep and his soul of peace, and is not consumed by envy. without secretly burning with the fire of ambition. Surrounded by contentment, he easily and imperceptibly glides towards the grave, judiciously tasting the sweets of life without an admixture of bitterness, feeling happy and learning through everyday experience to understand this more clearly and deeply.

Then my father persistently and very benevolently began to beg me not to be childish, not to rush headlong into the whirlpool of need and suffering, from which the position I occupied in the world by birth, it seemed, should have protected me. He said that I was not forced to work for a piece of bread, that he would take care of me, try to lead me along the path that he had just advised me to take, and that if I turned out to be a failure or unhappy, I would only have to blame bad luck or your own mistake. By warning me against a step that will bring me nothing but harm, he thus fulfills his duty and abdicates all responsibility; in a word, if I stay at home and arrange my life according to his instructions, he will be a good father to me, but he will not have a hand in my death, encouraging me to leave. In conclusion, he gave me the example of my older brother, whom he also persistently convinced not to take part in the Dutch war, but all his persuasion was in vain: carried away by dreams, the young man fled to the army and was killed. And although (this is how my father ended his speech) he will never stop praying for me, he tells me directly that if I do not give up my crazy idea, I will not have God’s blessing. The time will come when I will regret that I neglected his advice, but then, perhaps, there will be no one to help me correct the wrong I have done.

I saw how during the last part of this speech (which was truly prophetic, although, I think, my father himself did not suspect it) copious tears streamed down the old man’s face, especially when he spoke about my murdered brother; and when the priest said that the time for repentance would come for me, but there would be no one to help me, he cut off his speech out of excitement, declaring that his heart was full and he could not utter a word anymore.

A sailor from York, who lived twenty-eight years completely alone on an uninhabited island off the coast of America near the mouth of the Orinoco River, where he was thrown by a shipwreck, during which the entire crew of the ship died except him; with an account of his unexpected release by pirates, written by himself

I was born in 1632 in the city of York into a wealthy family of foreign origin. My father was from Bremen and settled first in Hull. Having made a good fortune through trade, he left his business and moved to York. Here he married my mother, whose relatives were called Robinsons - an old surname in those places. After them they called me Robinson. My father's last name was Kreutzner, but, according to the English custom of distorting foreign words, they began to call us Crusoe. Now we ourselves pronounce and write our surname this way; That's what my friends always called me too.
I had two older brothers. One served in Flanders, in the English infantry regiment, the same one that was once commanded by the famous Colonel Lockhart; he rose to the rank of lieutenant colonel and was killed in the battle with the Spaniards near Dunkirchen. I don’t know what happened to my second brother, just as my father and mother did not know what happened to me.
Since I was the third in the family, I was not prepared for any craft, and my head from a young age was filled with all sorts of nonsense. My father, who was already very old, gave me a fairly tolerable education to the extent that one can get it by being raised at home and attending a city school. He intended me to become a lawyer, but I dreamed of sea voyages and did not want to hear about anything else. This passion of mine for the sea took me so far that I went against my will - moreover: against the direct prohibition of my father and neglected the pleas of my mother and the advice of friends; it seemed that there was something fatal in the natural attraction that pushed me towards the woeful life that was my lot.
My father, a sedate and intelligent man, guessed about my idea and warned me seriously and thoroughly. One morning he called me into his room, to which he was confined by gout, and began to rebuke me hotly. He asked what other reasons, besides vagabond inclinations, could I have for leaving my father’s house and my native country, where it is easy for me to go out into people, where I can increase my fortune through diligence and labor and live in contentment and prosperity? pleasantness. They leave their homeland in pursuit of adventure, he said. or those who have nothing to lose, or ambitious people eager to create a higher position for themselves; by embarking on enterprises that go beyond the framework of everyday life, they strive to improve matters and cover their name with glory; but such things are either beyond my power or humiliating for me; my place is the middle, that is, what can be called the highest level of modest existence, which, as he was convinced from many years of experience, is for us the best in the world, the most suitable for human happiness, freed from both need and deprivation, physical labor and suffering , falling to the lot of the lower classes, and from luxury, ambition, arrogance and envy of the upper classes. How pleasant such a life is, he said, I can judge by the fact that everyone placed in different conditions envy him: even kings often complain about the bitter fate of people born for great deeds, and regret that fate did not place them between two extremes - insignificance and greatness, and the sage speaks out in favor of the middle, as the measure of true happiness, when he prays to heaven not to send him either poverty or wealth.
I just have to observe, said my father, and I will see that all the hardships of life are distributed between the upper and lower classes and that least of all of them fall to the lot of people of average wealth, who are not subject to as many vicissitudes of fate as the nobility and the common people; even from illnesses, physical and mental, they are more insured than those whose illnesses are caused by vices, luxury and all kinds of excesses, on the one hand, hard work, need, poor and insufficient nutrition, on the other, being thus natural consequence of lifestyle.

It all started with the fact that the plantations required workers, and slave labor was expensive, since the delivery of blacks from Africa was fraught with the dangers of a sea crossing and was also complicated by legal obstacles (for example, the English parliament would allow the trade in slaves to private individuals only in 1698) . Having heard Robinson's stories about his trips to the shores of Guinea, the plantation neighbors decide to equip a ship and secretly bring slaves to Brazil, dividing them here among themselves. Robinson is invited to participate as a ship's clerk, responsible for the purchase of blacks in Guinea, and he himself will not invest any money in the expedition, but will receive slaves on an equal basis with everyone else, and even in his absence, his companions will oversee his plantations and look after his interests. Of course, he is seduced by favorable conditions, habitually (and not very convincingly) cursing his “vagrant inclinations.” What “inclinations” if he thoroughly and sensibly, observing all the formalities, disposes of the property he leaves behind! Never before had fate warned him so clearly: he set sail on the first of September 1659, that is, to the day eight years after escaping from his parental home. In the second week of the voyage, a fierce squall hit, and for twelve days they were torn by the “fury of the elements.” The ship sprang a leak, needed repairs, the crew lost three sailors (seventeen people in total on the ship), and there was no longer a way to Africa - they would rather get to land. A second storm breaks out, they are carried far from the trade routes, and then, in sight of land, the ship runs aground, and on the only remaining boat the crew “surrenders to the will of the raging waves.” Even if they do not drown while rowing to the shore, the surf near land will tear their boat to pieces, and the approaching land seems to them “more terrible than the sea itself.” A huge shaft “the size of a mountain” capsizes the boat, and Robinson, exhausted and miraculously not killed by the overtaking waves, gets out onto land.

Alas, he alone escaped, as evidenced by three hats, a cap and two unpaired shoes thrown ashore. The ecstatic joy is replaced by grief for dead comrades, the pangs of hunger and cold, and fear of wild animals. He spends the first night on a tree. By morning, the tide has driven their ship close to the shore, and Robinson swims to it. He builds a raft from spare masts and loads it with “everything necessary for life”: food supplies, clothing, carpentry tools, guns and pistols, shot and gunpowder, sabers, saws, an ax and a hammer. With incredible difficulty, at the risk of capsizing every minute, he brings the raft into a calm bay and sets off to find a place to live. From the top of the hill, Robinson understands his “bitter fate”: this is an island, and, by all indications, uninhabited. Protected on all sides by chests and boxes, he spends the second night on the island, and in the morning he swims to the ship again, hurrying to take what he can before the first storm breaks him into pieces. On this trip, Robinson took many useful things from the ship - again guns and gunpowder, clothes, a sail, mattresses and pillows, iron crowbars, nails, a screwdriver and a sharpener. On the shore, he builds a tent, transfers food supplies and gunpowder into it from the sun and rain, and makes a bed for himself. In total, he visited the ship twelve times, always getting hold of something valuable - canvas, tackle, crackers, rum, flour, “iron parts” (to his great chagrin, he drowned them almost entirely). On his last trip, he came across a wardrobe with money (this is one of the famous episodes of the novel) and philosophically reasoned that in his situation, all this “pile of gold” was not worth any of the knives lying in the next drawer, however, after reflection, “he decided to take them with you." That same night a storm broke out, and the next morning there was nothing left of the ship.

Robinson's first concern is the construction of reliable, safe housing - and most importantly, in view of the sea, from where only salvation can be expected. On the slope of a hill, he finds a flat clearing and on it, against a small depression in the rock, he decides to pitch a tent, enclosing it with a palisade of strong trunks driven into the ground. It was possible to enter the “fortress” only by a ladder. He expanded the hole in the rock - it turned out to be a cave, he uses it as a cellar. This work took many days. He is quickly gaining experience. In the midst of construction work, rain poured down, lightning flashed, and Robinson’s first thought: gunpowder! It was not the fear of death that frightened him, but the possibility of losing gunpowder at once, and for two weeks he poured it into bags and boxes and hid it in different places (at least a hundred). At the same time, he now knows how much gunpowder he has: two hundred and forty pounds. Without numbers (money, goods, cargo) Robinson is no longer Robinson.

Involved in historical memory, growing from the experience of generations and hoping for the future, Robinson, although alone, is not lost in time, which is why the primary concern of this life-builder becomes the construction of a calendar - this is a large pillar on which he makes a notch every day. The first date there is the thirtieth of September 1659. From now on, each of his days is named and taken into account, and for the reader, especially the one of that time, the reflection of a great story falls on the works and days of Robinson. During his absence, the monarchy was restored in England, and Robinson’s return “set the stage” for the “Glorious Revolution” of 1688, which brought William of Orange, Defoe’s benevolent patron, to the throne; in the same years, the “Great Fire” (1666) would occur in London, and the revived urban planning would change the appearance of the capital beyond recognition; during this time Milton and Spinoza will die; Charles II will issue a "Habeas Corpus Act" - a law on the inviolability of the person. And in Russia, which, as it turns out, will also be not indifferent to the fate of Robinson, at this time Avvakum is burned, Razin is executed, Sophia becomes regent under Ivan V and Peter I. These distant lightning flickers over a man firing a clay pot.

An earthquake forces Robinson to think about a new place to live - it is not safe under the mountain. Meanwhile, a shipwrecked ship washes up on the island, and Robinson takes building materials and tools from it. During these same days, he is overcome by a fever, and in a feverish dream a man “engulfed in flames” appears to him, threatening him with death because he “has not repented.” Lamenting his fatal errors, Robinson for the first time “in many years” says a prayer of repentance, reads the Bible - and receives treatment to the best of his ability. Rum infused with tobacco will wake him up, after which he sleeps for two nights. Accordingly, one day fell out of his calendar. Having recovered, Robinson finally explores the island where he has lived for more than ten months. In its flat part, among unknown plants, he meets acquaintances - melon and grapes; The latter makes him especially happy; he will dry it in the sun, and in the off-season the raisins will strengthen his strength. And the island is rich in wildlife - hares (very tasteless), foxes, turtles (these, on the contrary, pleasantly diversify its table) and even penguins, which cause bewilderment in these latitudes. He looks at these heavenly beauties with a master's eye - he has no one to share them with. He decides to build a hut here, fortify it well and live for several days at a “dacha” (that’s his word), spending most of his time “on the old ashes” near the sea, from where liberation can come.

Working continuously, Robinson, for the second and third year, does not give himself any relief. Here is his day: “In the foreground are religious duties and the reading of the Holy Scriptures ‹…› The second of the daily tasks was hunting ‹…› The third was the sorting, drying and cooking of killed or caught game.” Add to this the care of the crops, and then the harvest; add livestock care; add housework (making a shovel, hanging a shelf in the cellar), which takes a lot of time and effort due to a lack of tools and inexperience. Robinson has the right to be proud of himself: “With patience and labor, I completed all the work that I was forced to do by circumstances.” Just kidding, he will bake bread without salt, yeast or a suitable oven!

And the same sea beckons him with the hope of liberation. On a stormy night, he hears a cannon shot - some ship is giving a distress signal. All night he burns a huge fire, and in the morning he sees in the distance the skeleton of a ship crashed on the reefs. Longing for loneliness, Robinson prays to heaven that “at least one” of the crew will be saved, but “evil fate,” as if in mockery, throws the cabin boy’s corpse ashore. And he won’t find a single living soul on the ship. It is noteworthy that the meager “boot” from the ship does not upset him very much: he stands firmly on his feet, completely provides for himself, and only gunpowder, shirts, linen - and, according to old memory, money - make him happy. He is haunted by the thought of escaping to the mainland, and since this is impossible to do alone, Robinson dreams of saving a savage destined “for slaughter” for help, reasoning in the usual categories: “to acquire a servant, or perhaps a comrade or assistant.” For a year and a half he has been making the most ingenious plans, but in life, as usual, everything turns out simply: cannibals arrive, the prisoner escapes, Robinson knocks down one pursuer with the butt of a gun, and shoots another to death.

Robinson's life is filled with new - and pleasant - concerns. Friday, as he called the rescued man, turned out to be a capable student, a faithful and kind comrade. Robinson bases his education on three words: “Mr.” (meaning himself), “yes” and “no.” He eradicates bad savage habits, teaching Friday to eat broth and wear clothes, as well as “to know the true God” (before this, Friday worshiped “an old man named Bunamuki who lives high”). Mastering the English language. Friday says that his fellow tribesmen live on the mainland with seventeen Spaniards who escaped from the lost ship. Robinson decides to build a new pirogue and, together with Friday, rescue the prisoners. The new arrival of savages disrupts their plans. This time the cannibals bring a Spaniard and an old man, who turns out to be Friday's father. Robinson and Friday, who are no worse at handling a gun than their master, free them. The idea of everyone gathering on the island, building a reliable ship and trying their luck at sea appeals to the Spaniard. In the meantime, a new plot is being sown, goats are being caught - a considerable replenishment is expected. Having taken an oath from the Spaniard not to surrender him to the Inquisition, Robinson sends him with Friday's father to the mainland. And on the eighth day new guests arrive on the island. A mutinous crew from an English ship brings the captain, mate and passenger to massacre. Robinson can't miss this chance. Taking advantage of the fact that he knows every path here, he frees the captain and his fellow sufferers, and the five of them deal with the villains. The only condition that Robinson sets is to deliver him and Friday to England. The riot is pacified, two notorious scoundrels hang on the yardarm, three more are left on the island, humanely provided with everything necessary; but more valuable than provisions, tools and weapons is the experience of survival itself, which Robinson shares with the new settlers, there will be five of them in total - two more will escape from the ship, not really trusting the captain’s forgiveness.

But Robinson is still far from being the “natural man” of Rousseau. He has no experiences other than the often practical ones caused by the demands of his position. He lives a purely practical life and has not yet created an “inner” world for himself. This reveals his naivety, the naivety of a class that has not yet fully achieved self-awareness. It finds vivid expression in the ideological contradictions of the book. Essentially Robinson is a hymn to the entrepreneurship, courage and tenacity of the bourgeois colonialist and entrepreneur. However, this idea is not only not expressed, but is not even consciously implied. Despite it, Robinson himself is still very much not free from the old guild-philistine stain. His father condemns his love of travel, and “at a difficult moment in his life,” Robinson himself begins to feel that his misfortunes are sent as punishment for the fact that he disobeyed his parents’ will and preferred adventure to virtuous vegetation at home.

Robinson's naive inconsistency is especially evident in his attitude towards religion. This attitude is a mixture of traditional reverence for authority and practicality. On the one hand, it is still unknown whether God punishes sins, on the other hand, he can be very useful as a consolation in misfortune, and on the third, when you are lucky, it is very possible that it is God who helps, and you should thank him for this. In one place, Robinson turns to God at the moment of greatest danger, perceived as God's punishment, with cries of repentance and a plea for mercy. In another, he says that “a peaceful mood of spirit is more conducive to prayer, when we feel gratitude, love and tenderness”; that “a person suppressed by fear is as little disposed to a truly prayerful mood as to repentance on his deathbed.” He oscillates between the medieval religion of fear and the new bourgeois religion of consolation. On his island, he learns to rely only on himself, and thanks God only when a service is rendered.

The combination of a naive, uncritical acceptance of traditional mythology with also still quite naive, but typically bourgeois rationality sometimes leads Robinson to delightful innocence: for example, when he weighs whether the devil left a human trace on his island to confuse him, and decides very seriously, that the odds are against such an assumption.

The same combination is visible in the most interesting conversations between Robinson and Friday on theological topics. Friday cannot understand why the all-powerful and all-good God needed to create the devil and start a complex story with “redemption.” Friday's naivety baffles the naive Robinson, and the only conclusion he can come to is that “natural light” is not enough to understand these “secrets” and one cannot do without “divine revelation.” The step from here to skepticism and criticism is a step from a vague consciousness to a clear one. A generation later, in Voltaire’s novels, naive savages like Friday would pose equally tricky questions, driving theologians into a dead end; and through the lips of these babies Voltaire will triumph over the failure of Christianity.

But, besides naivety, Robinson has another more valuable feature of the youth of the class - vigor and vitality. Robinson- undoubtedly the most cheerful book in all bourgeois literature. This attracted the young bourgeoisie of the 18th century to it. Robinson's main feature is vitality and vigor. In his desperate situation, Robinson does not lose heart. He immediately began to master his new environment with inexhaustible energy. Defoe emphasizes that before his collapse Robinson had no practical knowledge, no technical specialty: he is a bourgeois gentleman, and only necessity forces him to take up work. But he is able to take it on. His class is still healthy and viable. He still has a great future. Robinson has no reason to die, and he does not die.

Vigor and vitality Robinson They also attract readers of the class in which these features are not a sign of transitory youth, but an ineradicable property that he conveys to the socialist society he creates.

The vigor of man in the fight against nature is the leitmotif Robinson. It is distorted in it by the ugly nature of the possessive and exploitative class, which was still naive and fresh when it was written. Robinson, but since then he has lived to an ugly and rotten old age and has long been deprived of everything that attracts in Robinson. The only heir to what was vigorous and healthy in Robinson is the proletariat building socialism. This book should not occupy the last place in his literary legacy.

D. Mirsky

From the editor

Robinson Crusoe, which has enjoyed such wide popularity among all cultural peoples for two centuries, was born on April 25, 1719. This book was the first novel by Daniel Defoe, an English publicist, and in his youth a businessman and factory owner, despite the fact that its author was already sixty years old. When he started writing Robinson, Defoe never even thought of writing a work of world significance that would remain in European - and not only European - literature for several centuries, along with a few masterpieces. His task was much more modest. He wanted to give English, mainly London merchants, shopkeepers, apprentices and other small people entertaining reading. He managed to study the tastes of this public well during his long active life and in personal communication with it during his numerous trips around England as a businessman and political agent, and as a publicist, publisher (since 1704) of a newspaper Review(Review), who listened sensitively to the moods of his readers. This was the era of the birth of the English colonial empire, and representatives of the third estate, strengthened after the Cromwellian revolution, eagerly devoured descriptions of overseas travel, temptingly depicting unknown countries. But the young English bourgeois, who had gone through the harsh practical school of Puritanism and was looking for the use of his energy, was seduced not by fiction, not by the fantastic adventures of ideal heroes, but by the true adventures of ordinary people, which could serve as an edification for himself. That is why the type of books that could be called travel notes was in greatest demand. Defoe understood that for the success of the fictitious travels he had planned, it was necessary to deceive the public, publish them not in his own name, who was quite famous in London and did not enjoy much respect, but in the name of a person who could actually make them. The immediate impetus was probably the second edition of the famous book that appeared in 1718. Travels around the world from 1708 to 1711 Captain Woods Rogers, which, among other episodes, contained The story of how Alexander Selkirk lived alone for four years and four months on a desert island. This Selkirk, a Scot by birth, existed in reality and was at one time a sailor. After a quarrel with the captain of the ship on which Selkirk was sailing, he was landed on a deserted Pacific island, Juan Furnandez, off the coast of Chile. Four years and four months later, he was picked up by the navigator Woods Rogers in a rather pathetic state: dressed in goat skins, he looked like an animal in appearance and was so wild that he had almost forgotten how to speak. On his return to England, Selkirk aroused keen interest among Londoners; he was visited by the famous publicist, Richard Steele, who outlined his impressions in the magazine Englishman. There is a legend, however, not very reliable, that Daniel Defoe also saw him. But at that time - in 1712 - the author Robinson was absorbed in other matters and could not pay much attention to the hermit with Juan Fernandez. To avoid accusations of plagiarism, Defoe attributed Robinson's adventure to an earlier time (from 1659 to 1687, while Selkirk stayed on Juan Fernandez from 1704 to 1709) and placed an uninhabited island near the mouths of the Orinoco River, then little explored. This part of the coast South America has long attracted the attention of Defoe, who showed great interest in English colonial politics. He also advised William of Orange to drive the Spaniards out of Guiana and seize gold mines into his own hands. True, Defoe endowed Robinson's island with the flora, fauna and topography of Juan Fernandez - in fact, the islands near the mouths of the Orinoco are low-lying and swampy - but these details were then impossible to verify. Defoe's precautions are unnecessary: we have as little basis for accusing him of plagiarism as for accusing the Greek tragedians, Racine and Shakespeare, of plagiarism.

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