Адаптация текста, составление комментариев и словаря С. А. Матвеева
Иллюстрации И. В. Кульбицкой, М. М. Салтыкова
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My father’s family name was Pirrip,[1] and my Christian name was Philip.[2] So, I called myself Pip.[3]
My sister – Mrs. Joe Gargery,[4] who married the blacksmith. I never saw my father or my mother. The shape of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a stout, dark man, with curly black hair.
That day I was at the churchyard. I was very sad and began to cry.
“Keep still,[5] you little devil!” cried a terrible voice, and a man stood up among the graves, “or I’ll cut your throat!”
A fearful man with a great chain on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head.
“Oh! Don’t cut my throat, sir,” I pleaded in terror. “Pray don’t do it, sir.”
“Tell me your name!” said the man. “Quick!”
“Pip. Pip, sir.”
“Show me where you live,” said the man.