鲁滨逊漂流记1,2

Bed time Reading

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Chapter one

I live in England. I was born in 1632 in the English city of York. I came from a good family who were from highland. My father is a merchant left when he was young. His business did very well in England. First he worked in a city of and then in York. In York he met and married my mother. Before she married my father, her name was Ms. R?. And I was named R? ? after her. Unfortunately the English people in York found it was too difficult to my ? name ?, so they began to call my family ? and so today I’m ?. I was the third son of the family. But at the time my story begins, I was the only one left. My eldest brother was a soldier and was killed fighting this ?. My other brother disappeared. We do not know what happened to him.

Although my father’s business was doing well, I feel that the life of marchers was not very interesting. I wanted to go to sea and have a life of adventure, seeing the oceans and exploring new countries.

“R?, you can’t go.” My father cried when I talked him my plans. “But, father. There is nothing for me to do here. I want to see the world.”

I said.

“How can you say ‘there is nothing for you to do here’?”my father replied. “You can going to as I did and look how well I have done.”

“Father, I’m not good at this business.” I said. I didn’t want to tell him that being a merchant is boring.

“R?.” said my father, “Wait for a year. I will do all I can to teach you how to be a good businessman. If after one year, you still want to go sea, I will let you go.”

It seemed as though he was begging me to stay. Perhaps he was afraid losing another son. At that time I was 17 years old, young and full of energy. A year seemed like a long time to me. But I agreed to stay because I did not want to upset my father. During that year I studied hard and trying to learn about business. But it was no use. Perhaps I was born with ocean water my wings stay blood. I simply had to go to sea. But after a year had passed, my father still would not let me go. Father was a quite serious man and he had many strong opinions. He told that life at sea was and only for very poor or very rich who were probably all crazy any way. “It is likely”he said, “That if you go to the sea you will be drowned or a man before money is gone. My family is in a middle position. Neither very poor nor very rich.” My father thought this is the best kind of family to belong to. I decided to ask my mother for help. She was a wonderful woman and had always understood me. “Mother,” I said, “I still want to go to sea. Please help me to convince father that I will be all right.” She looked at me straightly. “R?, you know what your father ?

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