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20 000 Leagues Under the Sea Jules Verne / Dvacet tisíc mil pod mořem - Level 2 + film

 

Chapter one: The Monster from the Deep

I am Professor Aronnax. My job is to study everything dead or alive under the sea. 
I see beautiful and ugly things down there. Bur there is one strange experience that stays in my mind like a nightmare.

It was 1867. Some sailors said that they saw a dangerous giant monster living in the cold waters of the ocean. Some ships tried to find it and kill it, but they never returned.

People said it looked like a whale.
"It was 300 feet long!"
"Water came out of its back. It was like a big, underwater explosion!"

The largest whale was only 180 feet long and if these men were right, this was even larger. I was famous because I was the writer of a book called The Mysteries of the Great Ocean Depths. When the captain of the American ship the Abraham Lincoln decided to leave and look for the monster, he asked me to go with them as an expert.

The idea was very exciting. I invited my faithful assistant and good friend Conseil to go with me. He always helps me to organise the names and places of the wonderful strange sea creatures that we find in the oceans of the world. He accepted the invitation and we got ready to go.

The Abraham Lincoln left New York harbour on the 3rd of July, 1867. Five hundred thousand people were there to say goodbye. Ned Land, the famous whale killer, was also on the ship. Farragut, the captain of the ship, was a strong and brave man. When we first met, he shook my hand and smiled at me.

"Don't worry! The ocean isn't big enough for both the sea monster and me. 
I'll kill it or it will kill me... I know is that one of us will die."
I didn't like this idea, but I didn't say anything at the time.
We sailed for three months and we never saw the creature once.

The men wanted to find and kill the sea monster, but after all this time everyone on the ship started to believe that there was no monster. And then, it happened...
It was night-time and we were 200 miles on the coast of Japan when suddenly Ned Land, the harpooner, cried out.

"There it is!"
"Don't lose it. I want it, dead or alive!"
The men on the ship began to run and shout.
"Get the ropes! Prepare the cannons!"

The creature looked as if it was asleep. We could see it because there was a strange light under the water. Then, a cannon fired at the monster. A cannonball hit it, but it didn't move. Captain Farragut didn't know what to do.

"My God! If a cannon can't kill this monster, what can?"
Just then, I saw Ned Land, with his harpoon in his hands, climbing to the front of the ship.

Everyone watched him silently. I saw the harpoon leave his hand and hit the giant creature right in its back. Water shot out of the wound. Its force knocked me right out of the ship into the dark cold ocean.

Chapter two: Saved from the Ocean

          I found myself underwater. It was very cold and I tried hard to get to the top and breathe. When my head was finally above the waves, I saw that the Abraham Lincoln was more than one hundred feet away.

"Help! Help!"
No one could hear me. My clothes felt heavy in the water. I felt something touch me on the leg. I was terrified. I thought it was a shark, or even the monster!
"Sir, are you all right, sir?" Thank God, it was my faithful assistant Conseil.

"Conseil, my boy, what are you doing here?"
"When I saw you fall into the water, sir, I felt it was my duty to follow you."
"But why did you risk your life to save mine?"
"Your life, sir, is more important than mine."
"Oh, thank you. You are a true friend. But what happened to the ship?"
"I'm afraid the whale hit the ship, sir. It can't turn around."
It was true. The Abraham Lincoln moved away from us. It couldn't turn back.

It was dark and we knew that we had to stay in the water for the night. We hoped dial in the morning someone from the ship could see us if we were still alive.
We were tired. We tried to help each other swim. The moon came out from behind the clouds and we saw that Abraham Lincoln was too far away. Just then, we felt we couldn't swim any longer. At that moment, I touched something hard. I thought it was a rock, but then I realised it was metal. Conseil and I held onto it. And then, we heard a voice:

"Hey, hey, over here!"
It was Ned Land's voice, but we couldn't see him. We tried to move onto this strange metal object to get close to him.
"It's me. Ned. Ned Land."
"Did you fall into the water too?"
"I sure did and it was a good thing I landed on this. I landed on the monster,"
"Monster? You mean we're on the monster?"
"Yes. And it's moving. Only, it's no monster. It's a ship."

He was right. What all of us thought was a large whale was a three-hundred foot long underwater ship. Ned sat on a platform which was on top of the ship. We knocked on the ship's sides, but they were too thick and no one heard us.

We heard the noise of the ship's engine.
"I only hope it doesn't go under the water."
The mysterious ship began to sink before Ned finished his sentence.

"Help! Help! Help!"
Suddenly the ship stopped sinking. A short man in strange black clothes opened a secret door on the top of the ship. When he saw us, he ran back inside, frightened. Two minutes later, six large men with black masks came out, took us by the arms and took us down inside the ship.

Chapter three: Inside the Nautilus

            They took us through a long dark tunnel. We could see nothing around us. They put us into a dark room, then closed the door behind us. A light came on.

 The room was empty. It only had a table and five chairs in the middle. Ned Land got very angry.
"They mustn't treat me like this. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm getting out of here. Do you hear me? I want out!"
Ned screamed at the locked door, but no one answered his call.
"Don't use all your energy, Mr Land. We may need it later."
"Quite right, Conseil. As usual, you speak with your mind and not your heart."

The door opened again after some minutes. Two men stood there in front of us. One was tall with dark serious eyes. The other was short. He looked at us without any interest. The two men wore black hats and shoes made from seal skin. Their clothes looked thin and comfortable.

They spoke a language which I did not understand. I spoke to them in French, German and English. I told them our story, but they did not seem to understand.
Mr Land got angry again.

"You listen to me! You let us off this ship or..."
"There's no reason to be angry, Mr Land. It is I who should be angry with you."
The tall man was calm and he spoke perfect English. He surprised all of us, and we didn't say a word.

"You are on the Nautilus. I am its captain, and my name is Captain Nemo. This ship, and my own life, is a secret to the outside world. I do not want to see that world again. I live here, under the sea. You will stay here with me, but you will have the same freedom everyone else on the ship has."

"What does that mean, Captain?"

"That means that you are free to sec all the wonderful things under the sea. No man in your world can ever see these things. I am saying, gentlemen, that you are very lucky!"

"You mean well never go home again? That's impossible!"
"Mr Land, you gave me no choice. I do not want anybody to know my secret. You attacked my ship. You found me. Now, you must do what I say."

Ned Land was not happy at all. I can only say that I was very interested in this strange man. Where did he come from? Why did he leave "our" world?
Captain Nemo spoke to the short man in their strange language, then the short man left us. Then he tried to be friendly.

"You will not find life on the Nautilus so bad. We have wonderful food, and your rooms are very comfortable."
The Captain showed Ned and Conseil to their rooms, but he stopped me for a moment.

"Professor, may I show you something?"
"Why, of course."
Captain Nemo took me down to the bottom of the Nautilus, where there was a room like a large museum. It had pictures by famous painters on the walls and glass cases with beautiful shells from the sea.
"I read your book, Professor. You know a lot about sea life. You see. I enjoy sea life."

"You have things here that most people only read about, Captain."
"Well, I enjoy this room, but what I really prefer is looking out there."
The Captain pressed a button and two of the walls opened up. Behind them, there were large glass windows looking out onto the sea. A white light coming from the ship made everything easy to see. I stood in front of the window like a small boy at the zoo, and, believe me, I didn't feel at all like Captain Nemo's prisoner.

Chapter four: Outside the Nautilus

          The Nautilus travelled underwater watching the mysteries of the ocean.
The Captain and his crew were excellent hosts. They gave us wonderful sea food and we were free to visit any place we liked on the ship.

We travelled near the coasts of Australia and Papua New Guinea. I enjoyed seeing all the strange sea life of these waters. I had enough information to write a new book. But Ned Land was not happy on the Nautilus. He was a whale hunter and his life was above the water, hunting whales.

One morning, he asked Conseil and me to go to his room to talk.
"I want to talk about our escape."
"Our escape? We are underwater! How can we escape?" "Not now. This ship goes above water every two days to fill it with clean air. When we re near land, we have to try to escape."

"The waters we are in now are full of sharks, Mr Land."
"I know that, Professor. We'll wait. When we get close to a country we know, we'll try to escape."
"But how will we leave the Nautilus?"
Ned Land had no time to answer this question. There was a loud crash, and we all fell to the floor. The lights went on and off, and the engine stopped.

The top of the Nautilus was just above the surface of the water. I saw Captain Nemo on the platform outside the ship. The ship was between two large rocks, unable to move. We had to wait six days for the water to rise before the ship could leave. The Captain didn't seem at all worried.

"The sea brought us here, the sea will take us away."
We were very close to Papua. I could see it from the ship. Ned Land asked the Captain if we could go on land and hunt some animals because he didn't want to eat fish. Captain Nemo let the three of us go. This didn't surprise me at all. There were only cannibals on Papua. We couldn't escape because they would kill us.

There was a small boat on the Nautilus which we used to get to land. Captain Nemo gave us gnus, and we were all excited to return to land and feel free again.

The beach of Papua was beautiful. It had soft white sand and 200-foot-tall palm trees. We found bananas and coconuts, and we made a small camping area for the day. Some wild animals came out of the forest and ran away. Conseil was at first frightened.

"I thought they were the cannibals."
"Don't worry, Conseil. It's not yet lunchtime."
We all laughed, then continued looking for fruit and vegetables. We walked through the tropical forest. We were so excited by this new adventure that we forgot where we were walking. We were far from the beach. I felt something small hit my head.

"I think I was hit by a rock."
"A rock?"
"There's another!"
Suddenly, we saw others moving through the forest.
"Professor, sir, we're not alone."

There were cannibals everywhere. We ran back to the beach. They followed us. They carried spears and shouted in a strange language. We jumped into the boat, leaving all our food and guns behind. They got into the water after us. Some of them came in their own boats. They threw spears at us, but they all missed.
We jumped back on the Nautilus and went below.

I found Captain Nemo in a small room next to the museum.
He was playing the piano.
"Captain, there are cannibals outside the Nautilus."
"The sea, Professor, and music make me feel very peaceful."
"Captain, did you hear me?"

"I did, and there is no reason to worry. The Nautilus is perfectly safe from those outside it."
The Captain left the piano and went out of the room. He and some of his men went up and opened the outside door of the Nautilus. Several cannibals looked down inside. One tried to get in, but when his hand touched the ship, he screamed. Another tried the same thing, and he also screamed. Soon, all of them swam away.

'You see, Professor. There is electricity around that door. Anyone who touches it feels great pain."
I felt terrified. The Captain had everything he needed lo protect himself and his men. He also had everything he needed to keep us prisoners.

 Chapter five: An Underwater Cemetery

            The Nautilus was finally free of the rocks near Papua. We now travelled east, past Australia and into the Indian Ocean. Life on the ship was normal again.

We sometimes stopped on the ocean floor and walked outside the ship. We wore special suits. They had large glass heads with special tanks filled with air, so we could breathe.

Ned Land still wanted to escape, and he thought about it every day. But now that we were in the Indian Ocean, there was nowhere to escape to.

One afternoon, while the Nautilus was on the surface of the water, I went upstairs to have a look outside. I saw Captain Nemo looking through a telescope at something far away. He said something to one of his men, and the man went downstairs quickly. The Captain looked very serious. I had a small telescope with me, so I put it up to my eye to see what he was looking at. At that moment, I felt a strong hand knock the telescope away from my eye.

"Professor, I want you to go below. You, Mr Land, and Mr Conseil will stay in your rooms until I say you can leave."
"May I ask why?"
"No."

There was nothing more to say. Captain Nemo was upset about something, and he had the power to tell us what to do. I went to my room quietly. They served our dinner in our rooms. I fell asleep quickly. When I woke up, I thought that they put something in our food to make us sleep.

The next afternoon, Captain Nemo suddenly opened my door.
He came in with one of his men. He looked very worried.
"Professor, do you know anything about medicine?"

"Do you mean, am I a doctor?"
"Yes."
"I know some things. Why?"
"I have a man who needs help. Could you have a look at him?"
"Of course."

Captain Nemo took me to a room where there was a man lying on a bed. He had white bandages on his head. There was blood on the bandages, and the man looked very sick. He was cold and white. I told Captain Nemo that he would not live. The Captain's face changed. He looked very sad and there were tears in his eyes.

"May I ask what happened?"
The Captain turned away from me.
"What does it matter? A man will die. Isn't that enough?"

Captain Nemo surprised me. At times he could be cold and serious. Then he could cry for a member of his crew'.
"You can go, Professor."

The next day, I saw the Captain on the platform. It was a bright sunny day. I did not want to say anything about the sick man, but I was curious. I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk on the ocean floor. He said yes, so we put our suits on and off we went.

The Indian Ocean had the most beautiful rocks, plants and fish in the world. All of us enjoyed it very much.

It was like a colourful picture show. But Captain Nemo had another reason for our walk. I saw that his men carried something long and flat in a bag. They also had tools to dig with. Then we arrived at a safe area, with large plants around it. They put the bag down and began digging. At that moment, I understood everything. They were going to bury the dead man.

When we returned to the Nautilus, I told Captain Nemo that his man was safe where he was.
"Not even the sharks can go there, Captain."
"Or men, Professor."

Chapter six: The Giant Pearl and the Shark

        We travelled in the Indian Ocean for ten days. The Nautilus did not seem to have any particular direction. I did not see Captain Nemo for some days after the man's death. He stayed locked in his room. The ship was quiet.

One day Conseil, Ned Land, and I were in the museum room. We were looking through the underwater windows at the beautiful fish. I wanted to know what the others thought of Captain Nemo. Conseil said:

"I think he's a scientist who never had any success. That's why he's here, under the sea. He's not famous and he's angry about that."
"I think he's crazy and we will die here unless we escape."

"I think you're both wrong. He's angry about something. He is not free here. He loves the sea, yes, but here is something missing from his life. Maybe he blames someone for that, and I think he wants to hurt that person."

As I said this, the walls closed over the side windows and Captain Nemo walked in.
"Would you like to go pearl fishing? This is the richest part of the world to fish for pearls."

We all looked at each other and agreed. We were prisoners, but it was exciting to see all of the mysteries under the sea.
The ocean near India has thousands of oysters. The pearls inside them can cost hundreds of dollars. There are many sharks in these waters, and it's very dangerous to go looking for pearls there.

I didn't like the idea of sharks. We only had small knives to fight them with. Ned Land had his harpoon with him, but he was very busy trying to collect as many oysters as he could.

Captain Nemo took us to a small cave. Inside it, I saw an oyster over six feet wide. It had a pearl inside it as big as a coconut. I wanted to take it back to the ship with us. It was the only one of its kind in the world. But Captain Nemo said no. He wanted the pearl to grow, alone there in the cave, until it was truly the most fantastic pearl in the world.

On the way back to the ship, we saw an Indian boy swimming for pearls. We hid behind some rocks so he couldn't see us. Suddenly, a large shark swam nearby. The boy saw it, but it was too late.

Captain Nemo swam away from the rocks, with his knife in his hand, and began fighting with the animal. The boy looked terrified.

Captain Nemo fought with the shark, and there was blood in the water. The Captain looked in trouble. Immediately, Ned Land attacked and killed the shark with his harpoon. The Captain was safe and I was so surprised that I couldn't move.

When we got back to the Nautilus, the Captain thanked Ned Land.
"You saved my life, Mr Land. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I kill sharks and whales because it's my job. I didn't do it for you."
"Come, Mr Land. That's a horrible thing to say."
"It's alright, Conseil. I understand Mr Land."

I saw in his face that he did understand Ned Land. We were prisoners. Ned Land's only thought was to escape. Captain Nemo understood that thought. He would feel the same way if he were in Ned Land's position.

Chapter sevenThe Lost City

          Captain Nemo took us north, through the Indian Ocean, to the Red Sea. But the Red Sea had no exit. As we got closer to Egypt, I went upstairs to the glass room at the top of the ship. It was dark outside. We were a long way under the sea. Captain Nemo turned on the outside lights.

"I don't understand, Captain. There is no exit here. We cannot go through the land."
'But we can go under it. Watch!"
We moved down below the country of Egypt. Suddenly, I saw a large hole in the rock.

"A tunnel!"
"That's right, Professor. And we are going through."
The Nautilus shook as we went through the small tunnel. It looked like an old cave. Then, water surrounded the ship and there was no more land.
When Conseil and Ned woke up, I told them that we were in the Mediterranean Sea.
"But how?"

"Who cares how? Now's our chance. When we go up again, we're going to escape. We're close to Europe, and we can take the small boat to get to land. Do you agree?"

I could not think only of myself. Conseil loved the sea, but I did not think he wanted to live his life there. Ned Land could not escape without our help.
"I agree. Only tell me when you are ready."

But the Nautilus did not go near the surface of the water again for some time. In fact, we went further down. Ned Land stayed in his room. I felt sorry for him, but I loved the sea. For many hours, I stood in front of the window in the museum.

We sailed through the Mediterranean Sea and entered the deep mysterious Atlantic Ocean. The ocean became dark, and we continued to go further and further down. Captain Nemo came into the museum as I studied the ocean floor.
"I have a little surprise for you, Professor."
As he said this, a bright light appeared from behind the mountain of rocks in front of us.

"What is it?"
"Just watch!"
We came closer to the light, and I could see trees on the ocean floor.
"That's not possible!"

The Nautilus moved up over the mountain, and I saw that the light came from an old underwater volcano. There was no fire, but the hot lava still produced light.
The light showed us part of the ocean floor. There were stone houses and ancient temples on it. I did not understand how such things could be there.

"It looks like a city from thousands of years ago."
"It is. It's the lost city of Atlantis!"

I looked up at Captain Nemo. He never took his eyes off the window. I looked down again. So it was true, I thought. Atlantis did exist, but only Captain Nemo knew for sure.

Chapter eight: The Giant Squid

           We travelled through the Atlantic Ocean down to the South Pole. We went under the ice and came out on the other side. Imagine what we saw - penguins, whales, polar bears, dolphins, icebergs! It was like a dream and we saw it from the inside of the Nautilus.

We continued up the coast of South America. Finally, we came to the warm waters near the Bahamas. Who could be unhappy? Only one person - Ned Land.
Conseil, Ned and I were in the museum, looking out at old stone walls, 5,000 feet under the sea.

"There are giant squid in the holes of those walls."
"Come Professor, you don't believe that, do you?"
"What giant squid, sir?"

"Well, the giant squid is really just a story. Many people like to tell stories about giant squid, but no one knows if they are true. But I know one man who said he saw one."

"How long was it?"
"Twenty feet."
"Did it have eight tentacles like snakes coming out of a big round head?"
"Yes."
"And did it have a mouth and nose like a bird's?"
"Yes, why, Conseil?"
"Because I think I see it right there."

I looked out of the window, and there was a 25-foot giant squid! It moved close to the Nautilus and it hit the window with its long tentacles. The Nautilus was too strong for it, but it was a very frightening creature!

Soon, other smaller squid came near the window. They all wanted to attack the ship. They did not know what it was. Suddenly, the Nautilus stopped. Captain Nemo came into the museum.

"Is something wrong, Captain?"
"Yes. One of those ugly creatures is caught in our propeller."
"What can we do?"
"We can take the ship up, then try to free the monster."
Captain Nemo never thought of danger. He thought nothing could stop him, his men or his ship.

We all went upstairs. Captain Nemo gave us all axes to cut the squid's tentacles if they attacked.
One man went to open the door to the platform. As he opened it, a long thick tentacle of the giant squid came inside like a snake and pulled the man outside. We all ran up the stairs.

Outside, six or seven small squid moved along the top of the Nautilus, throwing all their tentacles at the ship and its men. We fought them with our axes, but the large one, the one with Captain Nemo's man in his tentacle, stood holding the man in the air. The man cried for help.

"Help! Help!"
I was surprised he spoke English. Captain Nemo attacked the giant squid with his axe. He cut off some of its tentacles. I thought Captain Nemo would save his man. Then I saw Ned Land with his harpoon in his hand. I thought he was going to kill the Captain.

"Ned, don't!"
But I didn't need to stop him. One of the smaller squid knocked the harpoon out of his hand and threw Ned down. The squid was about to pull him into the sea. Captain Nemo saw this, cut off the squid's tentacle and saved Ned Land.

"You saved my life!"
"Didn't you do the same for me?"
"Yes, but..."
Captain Nemo did not wait for the answer. He turned to help his own man, but it was too late. The giant squid shot black ink out of its body, and none of us could see anything. When we cleaned our faces and our eyes, the squid was gone, taking the man with it.

Chapter eight: The Giant Squid

           We travelled through the Atlantic Ocean down to the South Pole. We went under the ice and came out on the other side. Imagine what we saw - penguins, whales, polar bears, dolphins, icebergs! It was like a dream and we saw it from the inside of the Nautilus.

We continued up the coast of South America. Finally, we came to the warm waters near the Bahamas. Who could be unhappy? Only one person - Ned Land.
Conseil, Ned and I were in the museum, looking out at old stone walls, 5,000 feet under the sea.

"There are giant squid in the holes of those walls."
"Come Professor, you don't believe that, do you?"
"What giant squid, sir?"

"Well, the giant squid is really just a story. Many people like to tell stories about giant squid, but no one knows if they are true. But I know one man who said he saw one."

"How long was it?"
"Twenty feet."
"Did it have eight tentacles like snakes coming out of a big round head?"
"Yes."
"And did it have a mouth and nose like a bird's?"
"Yes, why, Conseil?"
"Because I think I see it right there."

I looked out of the window, and there was a 25-foot giant squid! It moved close to the Nautilus and it hit the window with its long tentacles. The Nautilus was too strong for it, but it was a very frightening creature!

Soon, other smaller squid came near the window. They all wanted to attack the ship. They did not know what it was. Suddenly, the Nautilus stopped. Captain Nemo came into the museum.

"Is something wrong, Captain?"
"Yes. One of those ugly creatures is caught in our propeller."
"What can we do?"
"We can take the ship up, then try to free the monster."

Captain Nemo never thought of danger. He thought nothing could stop him, his men or his ship.
We all went upstairs. Captain Nemo gave us all axes to cut the squid's tentacles if they attacked.

One man went to open the door to the platform. As he opened it, a long thick tentacle of the giant squid came inside like a snake and pulled the man outside. We all ran up the stairs.

Outside, six or seven small squid moved along the top of the Nautilus, throwing all their tentacles at the ship and its men. We fought them with our axes, but the large one, the one with Captain Nemo's man in his tentacle, stood holding the man in the air. The man cried for help.

"Help! Help!"

I was surprised he spoke English. Captain Nemo attacked the giant squid with his axe. He cut off some of its tentacles. I thought Captain Nemo would save his man. Then I saw Ned Land with his harpoon in his hand. I thought he was going to kill the Captain.
"Ned, don't!"
But I didn't need to stop him. One of the smaller squid knocked the harpoon out of his hand and threw Ned down. The squid was about to pull him into the sea. Captain Nemo saw this, cut off the squid's tentacle and saved Ned Land.

"You saved my life!"
"Didn't you do the same for me?"
"Yes, but..."

Captain Nemo did not wait for the answer. He turned to help his own man, but it was too late. The giant squid shot black ink out of its body, and none of us could see anything. When we cleaned our faces and our eyes, the squid was gone, taking the man with it.

Chapter ten:  The Whirlpool

           Captain Nemo was not the man I thought he was. I had respect for him as a scientist, but he murdered those men on the other ship!

After the terrible battle with the enemy ship, everything on the Nautilus was quiet.
I did not see Captain Nemo or any of his men. We travelled underwater, never coming up except for air. Ned and Conseil stayed in their rooms. We all felt the same, now, the adventure of the Nautilus was not exciting or interesting. It was ugly and deadly. The only thing we wanted was to escape.

Ned Land came into my room one night and woke me up. We were in the North Sea, near the coast of Norway. "Professor, wake up! The boat's ready. Now is the time!"

"Can you see land?"
"Yes, about twenty miles away. We have to try!"
"I agree."

"I'll go up first, Conseil is there. Wait for two minutes, then come up after me.
If anyone stops you, kill them." Ned Land put a fishing knife in my hand and left the room, I looked around one more time. This was my home for nine months. For most of that time I enjoyed it, but now I had to leave.

As I walked through the museum to the stairs, I heard music coming from Captain Nemo's library. I listened to him playing the piano, and I thought I heard him say.

"Enough. Oh, God, enough!"
Those were Captain Nemo's last words.
I found Ned Land and Conseil in the small boat on the platform. Ned worked quickly to set if free. The Nautilus suddenly began to turn round in circles. The men below began to shout.

"What's happening, sir?"
"I don't know."
"Get ready. I'm almost finished."

Suddenly, I thought I understood what the men below said in their strange language. The Nautilus was in a whirlpool. The waters off the coast of Norway were famous for this. Boats which sailed into these whirlpools never escaped. "What shall we do, Professor?"
"Don't free the boat. We'll never make it."
"I can't hold it. We're going to..."

I heard a loud "snap". Something hit me on the head and that's the last thing I remember.

I am writing this now some months later: I am safe now. The whirlpool threw our boat away from the Nautilus. Some fishermen found us and took us to the shore.

I do not know what happened to Captain Nemo and the Nautilus. Maybe he is still alive, living under the sea. All I know is that we travelled 20,000 leagues under the sea, from the Pacific to the Indian Ocean, through the Reel Sea and the Mediterranean, across the Atlantic and to the North and South Poles. I saw things that no man from my world will ever see. It was a strange and wonderful adventure; one I will never forget.

Je rok 1867 a slavný mořský biolog profesor Aronnax je vyzván válečným námořnictvem, aby prozkoumal tajemnou mořskou nestvůru, která v Atlantském oceánu poškodila a potopila zaoceánský parník Scotia. Aronnax souhlasí s expedicí, ale už ne s tím, aby se jí zúčastnila jeho Sophie, také výborný mořský biolog. Dívka se proto převlékne za muže a vetře se na loď jako otcův asistent. A protože jde o současnou hollywoodskou verzi, nemůže chybět láska. To znamená, že se Sophie zamiluje, a to samozřejmě do statného Neda Landa. Když Aronnax vypátrá netvora a Ned se ho pokusí harpunovat, obluda narazí do lodi a náraz vymrští Aronnaxe, Sophii a Neda přes palubu. Ke svému úžasu trojice zjistí, že netvor je podmořský člun, kterému velí kapitán Nemo. Pozve je na palubu, ale současně je varuje, že pokud vstoupí, nebudou moci odejít. A pak už se před Aronnaxem a jeho dcerou otevře pohádkový svět mořských hlubin.



   The year 1866 was marked by a bizarre development, an unexplained and downright inexplicable phenomenon that surely no one has forgotten. Without getting into those rumors that upset civilians in the seaports and deranged the public mind even far inland, it must be said that professional seamen were especially alarmed. 

Traders, shipowners, captains of vessels, skippers, and master mariners from Europe and America, naval officers from every country, and at their heels the various national governments on these two continents, were all extremely disturbed by the business. In essence, over a period of time several ships had encountered "an enormous thing" at sea, 
a long spindle-shaped object, sometimes giving off a phosphorescent glow, infinitely bigger and faster than any whale. 

The relevant data on this apparition, as recorded in various logbooks, agreed pretty closely as to the structure of the object or creature in question, its unprecedented speed of movement, its startling locomotive power, and the unique vitality with which it seemed to be gifted. If it was a cetacean, it exceeded in bulk any whale previously classified by science. 

No naturalist, neither Cuvier nor Lacépède, neither Professor Dumeril nor Professor de Quatrefages, would have accepted the existence of such a monster sight unseen-- specifically, unseen by their own scientific eyes. Striking an average of observations taken at different times-- rejecting those timid estimates that gave the object a length of 200 feet, and ignoring those exaggerated views that saw it as a mile wide and three long--you could still assert that this phenomenal creature greatly exceeded the dimensions of anything then known to ichthyologists, if it existed at all. 

Now then, it did exist, this was an undeniable fact; and since the human mind dotes on objects of wonder, you can understand the worldwide excitement caused by this unearthly apparition. As for relegating it to the realm of fiction, that charge had to be dropped. In essence, on July 20, 1866, the steamer Governor Higginson, from the Calcutta & Burnach Steam Navigation Co., encountered this moving mass five miles off the eastern shores of Australia. 

Captain Baker at first thought he was in the presence of an unknown reef; he was even about to fix its exact position when two waterspouts shot out of this inexplicable object and sprang hissing into the air some 150 feet. So, unless this reef was subject to the intermittent eruptions of a geyser, the Governor Higginson had fair and honest dealings with some aquatic mammal, until then unknown, that could spurt from its blowholes waterspouts mixed with air and steam. 

Similar events were likewise observed in Pacific seas, on July 23 of the same year, by the Christopher Columbus from the West India & Pacific Steam Navigation Co. Consequently, this extraordinary cetacean could transfer itself from one locality to another with startling swiftness, since within an interval of just three days, the Governor Higginson and the Christopher Columbus had observed it at two positions on the charts separated by a distance of more than 700 nautical leagues. 

Fifteen days later and 2,000 leagues farther, the Helvetia from the Compagnie Nationale and the Shannon from the Royal Mail line, running on opposite tacks in that part of the Atlantic lying between the United States and Europe, respectively signaled each other that the monster had been sighted in latitude 42 degrees 15' north and longitude 60 degrees 35' west of the meridian of Greenwich. From their simultaneous observations, they were able to estimate the mammal's minimum length at more than 350 English feet; this was because both the Shannon and the Helvetia were of smaller dimensions, although each measured 100 meters stem to stern.
 
Now then, the biggest whales, those rorqual whales that frequent the waterways of the Aleutian Islands, have never exceeded a length of 56 meters--if they reach even that. One after another, reports arrived that would profoundly affect public opinion: new observations taken by the transatlantic liner Pereire, the Inman line's Etna running afoul of the monster, 
an official report drawn up by officers on the French frigate Normandy, dead-earnest reckonings obtained by the general staff of Commodore Fitz-James aboard the Lord Clyde.
 
In lighthearted countries, people joked about this phenomenon, but such serious, practical countries as England, America, and Germany were deeply concerned. In every big city the monster was the latest rage; they sang about it in the coffee houses, they ridiculed it in the newspapers, they dramatized it in the theaters. The tabloids found it a fine opportunity for hatching all sorts of hoaxes. In those newspapers short of copy, you saw the reappearance of every gigantic imaginary creature, from "Moby Dick," that dreadful white whale from the High Arctic regions, to the stupendous kraken whose tentacles could entwine a 500-ton craft and drag it into the ocean depths. 

They even reprinted reports from ancient times: the views of Aristotle and Pliny accepting the existence of such monsters, then the Norwegian stories of Bishop Pontoppidan, the narratives of Paul Egede, and finally the reports of Captain Harrington-- whose good faith is above suspicion--in which he claims he saw, while aboard the Castilian in 1857, one of those enormous serpents that, until then, had frequented only the seas of France's old extremist newspaper, The Constitutionalist.

 An interminable debate then broke out between believers and skeptics in the scholarly societies and scientific journals. The "monster question" inflamed all minds. During this memorable campaign, journalists making a profession of science battled with those making 
a profession of wit, spilling waves of ink and some of them even two or three drops of blood, since they went from sea serpents to the most offensive personal remarks. 

For six months the war seesawed. With inexhaustible zest, the popular press took potshots
 at feature articles from the Geographic Institute of Brazil, the Royal Academy of Science in Berlin, the British Association, the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C., at discussions in The Indian Archipelago, in Cosmos published by Father Moigno, in Petermann's Mittheilungen,* and at scientific chronicles in the great French and foreign newspapers. 

When the monster's detractors cited a saying by the botanist Linnaeus that "nature doesn't make leaps," witty writers in the popular periodicals parodied it, maintaining in essence that "nature doesn't make lunatics," and ordering their contemporaries never to give the lie to nature by believing in krakens, sea serpents, "Moby Dicks," and other all-out efforts from drunken seamen. Finally, in a much-feared satirical journal, an article by its most popular columnist finished off the monster for good, spurning it in the style of Hippolytus repulsing 
the amorous advances of his stepmother Phaedra, and giving the creature its quietus amid 
a universal burst of laughter. Wit had defeated science. 

During the first months of the year 1867, the question seemed to be buried, and it didn't seem due for resurrection, when new facts were brought to the public's attention. But now it was no longer an issue of a scientific problem to be solved, but a quite real and serious danger to be avoided. The question took an entirely new turn. The monster again became an islet, rock, or reef, but a runaway reef, unfixed and elusive. On March 5, 1867, the Moravian from the Montreal Ocean Co., lying during the night in latitude 27 degrees 30' and longitude 72 degrees 15', ran its starboard quarter afoul of a rock marked on no charts of these waterways. 

Under the combined efforts of wind and 400-horsepower steam, it was traveling at a speed of thirteen knots. Without the high quality of its hull, the Moravian would surely have split open from this collision and gone down together with those 237 passengers it was bringing back from Canada. This accident happened around five o'clock in the morning, just as day was beginning to break. The officers on watch rushed to the craft's stern. They examined the ocean with the most scrupulous care. They saw nothing except a strong eddy breaking three cable lengths out, as if those sheets of water had been violently churned. 

The site's exact bearings were taken, and the Moravian continued on course apparently undamaged. Had it run afoul of an underwater rock or the wreckage of some enormous derelict ship? They were unable to say. But when they examined its undersides in the service yard, they discovered that part of its keel had been smashed. This occurrence, extremely serious in itself, might perhaps have been forgotten like so many others, if three weeks later it hadn't been reenacted under identical conditions. 

Only, thanks to the nationality of the ship victimized by this new ramming, and thanks to the reputation of the company to which this ship belonged, the event caused an immense uproar. No one is unaware of the name of that famous English shipowner, Cunard. In 1840 this shrewd industrialist founded a postal service between Liverpool and Halifax, featuring three wooden ships with 400-horsepower paddle wheels and a burden of 1,162 metric tons. 

Eight years later, the company's assets were increased by four 650-horsepower ships at 1,820 metric tons, and in two more years, by two other vessels of still greater power and tonnage. In 1853 the Cunard Co., whose mail-carrying charter had just been renewed, successively added to its assets the Arabia, the Persia, the China, the Scotia, the Java, and the Russia, all ships of top speed and, after the Great Eastern, the biggest ever to plow the seas. So in 1867 this company owned twelve ships, eight with paddle wheels and four with propellers. 

If I give these highly condensed details, it is so everyone can fully understand the importance of this maritime transportation company, known the world over for its shrewd management. 
No transoceanic navigational undertaking has been conducted with more ability, no business dealings have been crowned with greater success. In twenty-six years Cunard ships have made 2,000 Atlantic crossings without so much as a voyage canceled, a delay recorded, 
a man, a craft, or even a letter lost.

 Accordingly, despite strong competition from France, passengers still choose the Cunard line in preference to all others, as can be seen in a recent survey of official documents. Given this, no one will be astonished at the uproar provoked by this accident involving one of its finest steamers. On April 13, 1867, with a smooth sea and a moderate breeze, the Scotia lay in longitude 15 degrees 12' and latitude 45 degrees 37'. It was traveling at a speed of 13.43 knots under the thrust of its 1,000-horsepower engines. Its paddle wheels were churning the sea with perfect steadiness. It was then drawing 6.7 meters of water and displacing 6,624 cubic meters. 

At 4:17 in the afternoon, during a high tea for passengers gathered in the main lounge, 
a collision occurred, scarcely noticeable on the whole, affecting the Scotia's hull in that quarter a little astern of its port paddle wheel. The Scotia hadn't run afoul of something, it had been fouled, and by a cutting or perforating instrument rather than a blunt one. This encounter seemed so minor that nobody on board would have been disturbed by it, had it not been for the shouts of crewmen in the hold, who climbed on deck yelling: "We're sinking! We're sinking!" At first the passengers were quite frightened, but Captain Anderson hastened to reassure them. In fact, there could be no immediate danger. 

Divided into seven compartments by watertight bulkheads, the Scotia could brave any leak with impunity. Captain Anderson immediately made his way into the hold. He discovered that the fifth compartment had been invaded by the sea, and the speed of this invasion proved that the leak was considerable. Fortunately this compartment didn't contain the boilers, because their furnaces would have been abruptly extinguished. Captain Anderson called an immediate halt, and one of his sailors dived down to assess the damage.

 Within moments they had located a hole two meters in width on the steamer's underside. Such a leak could not be patched, and with its paddle wheels half swamped, the Scotia had no choice but to continue its voyage. By then it lay 300 miles from Cape Clear, and after three days of delay that filled Liverpool with acute anxiety, it entered the company docks. 
The engineers then proceeded to inspect the Scotia, which had been put in dry dock. 
They couldn't believe their eyes. 

Two and a half meters below its waterline, there gaped a symmetrical gash in the shape of an isosceles triangle. This breach in the sheet iron was so perfectly formed, no punch could have done a cleaner job of it. Consequently, it must have been produced by a perforating tool of uncommon toughness-- plus, after being launched with prodigious power and then piercing four centimeters of sheet iron, this tool had needed to withdraw itself by a backward motion truly inexplicable. 

This was the last straw, and it resulted in arousing public passions all over again. Indeed, from this moment on, any maritime casualty without an established cause was charged to the monster's account. This outrageous animal had to shoulder responsibility for all derelict vessels, whose numbers are unfortunately considerable, since out of those 3,000 ships whose losses are recorded annually at the marine insurance bureau, the figure for steam or sailing ships supposedly lost with all hands, in the absence of any news, amounts to at least 200!

 Now then, justly or unjustly, it was the "monster" who stood accused of their disappearance; and since, thanks to it, travel between the various continents had become more and more dangerous, the public spoke up and demanded straight out that, at all cost, the seas be purged of this fearsome cetacean.





neděle 26. března 2023

Funny Short Stories / Level O - A story about an old the dog (Příběh o starém psovi)

 The old Dog 

Funny English books pdf - Joke about An Old Dog

A story about an old the dog

There was once a man who had a dog. 
While the dog was young he was made much of, but when he grew old he was driven out of doors.
 
So he went and lay outside the fence, and a wolf came up to him and said,
 “Doggy, why so down in the mouth?”––“While I was young,” said the dog,
“they made much of me; but now that I am old they beat me.”

 The wolf said, “I see thy master in the field; go after him, and perchance he’ll give thee something.”––“Nay,” said the dog, “they won’t even let me walk about the fields now, they only beat me.”––“Look now,” said the wolf, “I’m sorry, and will make things better for thee. 

Thy mistress, I see, has put her child down beneath that wagon.
 I’ll seize it, and make off with it. 
Run thou after me and bark, and though thou hast no teeth left, 
touzle me as much as thou canst, so that thy mistress may see it.”

So the wolf seized the child, and ran away with it, and the dog ran after him, 
and began to touzle him.
 His mistress saw it, and made after them with a harrow, crying at the same time, “Husband, husband! the wolf has got the child! Gabriel, Gabriel! don’t you see? 
The wolf has got the child!” Then the man chased the wolf, and got back the child.

 “Brave old dog!” said he; “you are old and toothless, and yet you can give help in time of need, and will not let your master’s child be stolen.” And henceforth the woman and her husband gave the old dog a large lump of bread every day.

The Dog

Short funny stories from life-"The Dog"

Linda Robinson was very thirsty so she went into a cafe. There was an old woman in the cafe. She was sitting near the door at a table. At her feet, under the table, there was a small dog. Linda bought a glass of lemonade and some cookies. She sat down at the table next to the old woman.

The old woman sat quietly. She looked lonely. Linda decided to be kind and talk to the old woman. “It is very hot today.” she said. “Yes, but it is nice inside here.” replied the old woman.

Linda looked at the dog and asked, “Does your dog like people.” The woman answered, “Oh! Yes! She loves people.” Linda wanted to give the dog a cookie. 
So she asked, “ Does your dog like cookies?”

“They are his favourite food.” said the old lady. Linda was terribly afraid of dogs so she asked, “Does your dog bite?” The old woman smiled and said, “ NO! My dog is very tame. She is even afraid of cats!”

Linda took a cookie in her hand and reached under the table. She put it near the dog’s mouth. But the dog didn’t bite the cookie, she bit her hand! Linda jumped up, spilling her lemonade. She screamed, “I thought you said, your dog didn’t bite.”

The old woman looked at Linda and then at the dog.
Then she said, “THAT’S NOT MY DOG!”

Cookies


One day, while my friend and I were traveling through Germany, we were very hungry but we didn’t have a lot of money. We decided to stop at a village market to get a few groceries. I chose some cookies and went to the front counter to pay. Near the counter I saw some packaged cookies in a large bin. They looked good and were a lot cheaper than the ones I had in my hand, so I took them instead.

We left the store and looked for a place where we could eat. We found a quiet place under a tree and we ate our sandwiches first, and then the cookies and We thought they were great.

«Let’s get these again,» I said. «They’re cheap and they really taste good.»
My friend can read some German, but I can’t, so I gave her the package so she could look for the brand name. She looked at it and then started to laugh.

«Why are you laughing?» I asked.
«Because they’re dog biscuits!» she said.

pondělí 20. března 2023

Funny stories in English for beginners - Stories Red Roses + White Roses +The apple tre

Seznam pohádek v Angličtině pro začátečníky  1/10  

 Stories Red Roses 


- Úroveň 1

The Journey to the Center of the Earth By Jules Verne / Cesta do středu Země LEVEL 1

Journey to the Centre of the Earth

Chapter One
A Strange Message
Otto Lidenbrock is the famous professor of geology at the University of Hamburg, in Germany. He is also my uncle. He is sixty-five years old, not very tall, with grey hair. He wears small round gold glasses that make him look very serious.

I’m Axel. I’m only nineteen and the professor’s personal assistant. I watch my uncle very carefully when he works. That’s why I know so much about our planet -Earth.

My uncle, the professor, is a hard worker. He spends most of his day in his laboratory at the University, so he never comes home before two o’clock for lunch. But yesterday, he came home very early. This surprised Martha, our cook. The poor old girl did not have the lunch ready and she was a little upset.

«Professor, you’re early!»«Never mind, Martha. I don’t want lunch today.»
«But, professor, you must eat!»
The professor looked excited.
«Martha, food is not important.»
Then he turned to me. «Axel, come with me.»

He took me into his library. It was a big room with lots of book cases against the walls and heavy velvet curtains in front of the windows. In the middle of the room, there was a desk where my uncle spent most of his evenings.

He took an old book out of his coat pocket. He looked at me.
«Axel, look at this! Look at this!»
I took it from his hand. Its cover was hard and it looked very old.
«Why, what is it professor?»
«I found it today in an old bookshop. It’s seven hundred years old.»
«What’s it about?»
«It’s about the old princes from Norway who came to live in Iceland.»
«Why is that so special?»

He smiled and said, «Because it is written in a language that no one uses anymore.»

I opened the book and saw strange letters from a strange alphabet. I did not understand any ofit. I turned its yellow pages and a piece of paper fell out of the book onto the floor. The professor jumped on it.
«What’s this?»

It was an old yellow piece of paper with the same strange letters on it. The professor knew many languages, but he could not read this old language from Iceland. He took a thick book from one of the shelves. It was a dictionary for all the old languages in the world which people do not speak today. Then, he gave me a piece of paper and a pencil.
«Axel, write down these letters as I read them to you.»

The professor read each letter to me and I wrote them down.
When we finished, this is what they said:
Go into the volcano at Sneffells Yokul. Before the first of July, the sun will show you the way to the centre of the earth. Make this journey. It is fantastic.
The name under this strange message was ‘Arne Saknussemm’.
«Arne Saknussemm! I don’t believe it!»
«Who’s she?»

«He was a famous scientist. He wrote many strange things about the earth, but no one believed him. They said he was crazy. This must be the answer to the things he said. He left this piece of paper in the old book for someone to find. Do you understand, Axel, how lucky we are?» Then, he turned to the library door. «Martha!»
I couldn’t understand any of the things my uncle said.
«What do you mean, we?»
Martha opened the door to the library.
«Did you want me, sir?»

«Yes, Martha. I want you to buy us two train tickets to Denmark. Master Axel and I are going to Iceland.»
This was the biggest surprise of my life!
«What?! Uncle, I can’t go.»
The professor looked at me calmly.
«You can and you will.»

Chapter Two
Grauben
There is a seventeen-year-old girl living in our town. I think she is the most beautiful girl in Germany. She’s got long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her name is Grauben, and we are in love. We want to get married. That’s why I didn’t want to go with my uncle on his mysterious trip. But he couldn’t understand that.
«Are you in love with Grauben?»
«Yes.»
«And you want to marry her?»
«Yes.»
The professor was silent. He was a good man, but he could not understand love because his only interest was science. He forgot what I said and began to talk about our journey.
«Today is the 26th of May. We have one month to get to Sneffells. We’re going to take the train to Denmark, and then we’ll take a boat to Iceland. The whole trip is going to take twelve days, then we have to walk to the volcano.»

I could not listen to him anymore. My heart felt heavy. The professor needed an assistant and he did not want anyone else to know about this secret. But how could I leave my Grauben?

I went for a walk through the beautiful city of Hamburg. I walked along the Elbe river thinking of Grauben. I stopped for a moment to look at a fishing boat sailing on the calm water. Then I turned and, like magic, she was there. Grauben, my Grauben, stood twenty feet away, looking at the river.

«Grauben!»
She looked like an angel.
We ran into each other’s arms and kissed.
«Oh, Axel! I’m so excited!»
She sounded very happy, but I couldn’t understand why. «Excited? Why are you excited, my love?»

«I was at your house. I heard about y our journey. Isn’t it wonderful?»
For a moment, I felt sad. So, Grauben wanted me to go away from her!
«But, Grauben, we want to get married. I don’t know when I’m coming back.»
She looked at me lovingly and held my hand.

«It doesn’t matter. I’ll still wait for you. Don’t you understand? This is the kind ofjourney all great men must make. When you come back, you’re going to be famous like your uncle. Then, our life will be perfect together.»
«Do you really mean that?»

She touched my face and smiled.
«Ofcourse I do.»

«Oh, Grauben, you are the most wonderful girl in the world!» Back at my uncle’s house, I felt excited. Then, I thought of something. Maybe this adventure was too dangerous. Maybe we wouldn’t come back. I ran into the library where my uncle was. «Uncle, is it possible that we won’t come back from this journey?» His answer didn’t make me feel any better.

«There’s only one way to find out, Axel …»
Chapter Three
Iceland
It was very early in the morning when the boat got to Iceland. We could see the round body of the Sneffells Yokul volcano going up into the sky through the clouds. It had snow near the top, and it looked like an angry monster waiting for someone to try and climb it.

The boat stopped at Reykjavik. It was a small town with small brick houses. Mr Fridriksson, a professor from the university there, met us at the boat. He looked very friendly and smiled when he saw us.
«You must be professor Lidenbrock.»
«And you must be professor Fridriksson. This is my assistant, Axel.»

We shook hands.
«You got my letter, then.»
«Oh, yes, professor, and everything is ready for you. Please, come with me.»
My uncle did not tell anyone the real reason for our journey. He wanted the two of us to be the only ones to travel to the centre of the earth. But we needed someone to go along with us as we didn’t know the area, and the ice and snow around the volcano was too dangerous. So, Mr Fridriksson found us a guide. His name was Hans and he looked perfect for the job. He was tall and very strong. He had small blue eyes and long red hair. He almost never smiled or spoke.

Mr Fridriksson introduced us.
«Professor Lidenbrock, this is Hans. Hans, professor Lidenbrock and his assistant, Axel.»
Hans moved his headjust a little to say hello.
«Hans is a very quiet man, like most Icelanders, but he is the strongest and best climber in Reykjavik.»
My uncle smiled at Mr Fridriksson’s words.
«He’s just perfect, Mr Fridriksson.»

Mr Fridriksson let us stay at his house until we were ready to leave. We needed many things for our adventure. We took four horses to travel to the mountain. The professor and I each rode one, but Hans walked. The other two horses carried our bags.

We took a lot ofthings with us: rope for climbing, tools, lights, guns, medicine and enough food for six months. The only problem was we could only carry enough water for one week. The professor believed there was water under the volcano, but what if there wasn’t?

We left Reykjavik on the 15th of June, early in the morning. We travelled along the sea and it was a wonderful journey. The land had a dark colour from the explosions of the volcano, and the beautiful blue sea next to it made it look fantastic. The journey to Sneffels took us six days, and each day we stopped in a different village for the night. The villages were small and very pretty, built at the foot of the volcano, next to the sea. The villagers were very nice, but, like Hans, they did not talk much.

When we got closer to the top of Sneffels, I thought of something.
«Uncle, what happens if the volcano explodes again?»
«No, that’s impossible. This volcano had its last explosion in 1229. I checked the ground. It’s impossible.»
«But…»
«Axel, I am a scientist. This is a fact. There is nothing more to say.»

It was now eleven o’clock at night and we were at the top. We stopped and found a small place inside the opening of the volcano where we could sleep. That night, I had a dream. I saw that I was alone inside the volcano. I was lost and very scared. Suddenly, the volcano exploded and I was shot out of its top like a rock!

Chapter Four
Inside the Volcano
The mouth of the volcano was one mile wide. We tied a rope around each other and began to climb down. Hans went first. The inside of the volcano looked like the inside of an ice-cream cone. Its opening became smaller as we went down because of the rocks left there after explosions.

The bottom of the volcano was 2,000 feet down. When we got there, I looked up and saw the opening at the top. It was a perfect circle of clear blue sky.

There were three holes in the floor of the volcano. Each of them was about a hundred feet wide. The explosion of rocks and hot lava once came through these holes and then out through the top. Now, they looked like dark caves. I looked at the holes and then turned to my uncle.

«Which one do we take?»
«I don’t know. Ame Saknussemm said the sun touches one of them at the end of June. Today is June 25th. It is too late to see the sun today. We must wait until tomorrow.»
«What if it’s cloudy tomorrow?»

«Then, we will wait again. But we only have five more days. In July, the sun is too low. It cannot reach the bottom of the volcano.»
«Then, we can go home?»
«Axel, don’t say such things! Tomorrow will be sunny, and we are going to the centre of the earth.»

The next day it was cloudy. The professor could not believe it.
«Four days. We only have four days. Please, please, sun, come out, come out!»
The professor looked up at the sky with his arms open. The only thing he wanted now was to see the sun shine. I thought of Grauben and the danger waiting for my uncle and myself inside those holes. I hoped for rain.

Hans built a small house from the large rocks he found on the floor of the volcano. He never said much, but he always thought of something useful to do. I checked the rock of the volcano walls to see how old they were. Drops of water from the ice and the snow outside ran down the wall, and the sound they made inside was like music. Suddenly, the professor called out my name.

«Axel! Axel, come here.»
I ran to him curious to see what was there.
«What is it?»
«Look at this!»
There were two words on the wall of the volcano in the old Icelandic language.
«What does it say?»
«Arne Saknussemm. He was here. We’re in the right place.»
The next day, the sun came out, and at 1:13 in the afternoon, it touched the hole in the centre of the floor.

«That’s it. That’s the hole to the centre of the earth. Let’s go.»
Hans brought our bags, but there was one problem. We could not carry all of them and climb down the hole at the same time.

«What must we do now?»
The professor took off his glasses and cleaned them while he tried to think of a solution.
«Well, we’ll throw everything we don’t need down the hole and we’ll find it when we get to the bottom.»
Hans threw the bags down the hole in front of us. We listened, but we never heard them hit the bottom.

Chapter Five
Lost in the Tunnels
We put our rope through holes in the rocks on the sides of the walls, then climbed down. Hans went first, then my uncle, then me. Every two hundred feet, we found a flat rock to stop on. We pulled the rope down from above us, tied it to a new rock, then started again. We did this for almost ten hours. We travelled 2,000 feet down.

Finally, Hans said something.
«Stop!»
It was only one word, but it was nice to finally hear his voice.
«What happened?»
«We’re at the bottom.»
The professor and I looked at him.
«Of what?»
«I don’t know.»

There was a turn in the hole. There was an open area like a cave at the bottom of the hole, which continued to the right. Our bags were there. After ten hours of climbing down, we were very tired. We decided to spend the night there.
In the morning, we continued our journey down.

The hole now opened and looked more like a tunnel. We did not need to climb because we could walk down this tunnel. We used our torches, so we could see the rock on the walls clearly. It looked like glass of different colours. Some of it was red, some was brown, and some was yellow. My uncle saw me looking at it.

«That’s from the lava.»
«It’s beautiful.»

«So, you’re starting to enjoy our journey. There’s more to see. Come along.»
We walked for two more days and we found other tunnels. There were tunnels everywhere, but we did not know which was the right one. Unluckily, our water finished.

«Now, what are we going to do?»
«We’re going to find a spring. There are many, but we have to go down further.»
I could not move. I was very tired and thirsty and thinking of Grauben.
«Uncle, I can’t go on.»
«Axel, please. We are going to find water.»
«Water!»
It was Hans’ voice.
«What did you say?»
«Water!»

There was a loud sound behind the wall next to us. It sounded like the water of a river. Hans took a pickaxe and made a hole in the wall. Water came out onto the floor around us.
«I told you, Axel. Water! Ow! It’s hot. Don’t touch it. It needs air. We’re too far underground.»

The water was cold enough to drink after a few minutes and we all felt strong again. We continued our journey but I made a serious mistake. I was very excited about finding the water and I went first. I walked too far in front of the others and I got lost. I tried to go back, but I could not find them.
I shouted their names.
«Uncle! Hans!»
I could only hear my own voice in the tunnel. I was afraid. I ran. Then I fell. I fell through the air down a long tunnel. Then I hit my head and everything went black around me.

Chapter Six
An Underground Water-World
When I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of the sea. The sun was high in the sky. But this was not possible! We were under the ground! My uncle stood over me.

«He’s OK, Hans.»
I saw Hans smile. My head hurt. I touched it and I felt a bandage on it. I tried to speak, but it was difficult.
«Where are we?»

«Don’t speak, Axel. You had a terrible fall. We heard you screaming. We were in a tunnel next to yours. Luckily, the two channels came out here, on this beach.»
My uncle sat down next to me and spoke with more excitement in his voice.

«Axel, we found an underground sea. There are trees here and the bones of animals that lived thousands of years ago. When you get better, we are sailing across this sea. Oh Axel, you can’t imagine how happy I am!»

I could not move much for two days. I heard Hans building a boat for us to sail in, but I could not understand how there was light. The professor explained this to me.
«It is a mystery, like so many things, but it is something like electricity coming from the heat of these rocks. We are inside something like a giant cave. The top of it is a few miles high. There are even clouds because of the water.»
I looked up and saw the clouds. I could not see the top of this cave, but it was difficult to believe that all of this was under the earth.

When I felt strong again, I took a walk along the beach. There were shells there from a time before man walked on the earth. I saw the bones of something which looked like a huge elephant. I thought, ‘Can things live under the earth? Are there any animals alive down here?’

The boat was ready and we were ready to sail. We left the beach and a strong wind pushed us quickly out to sea. After a few hours on this strange sea, Hans tied the pickaxe to a rope and threw it into the water. The professor wanted to know how deep the sea was. It never touched the bottom. When Hans pulled it back into the boat, its metal head looked different. There were large marks on it.

«What’s that?»
Hans looked at it closely.
«Teeth.»

Teeth? Could something so big live in these waters? The professor looked at his compass.
«We are travelling south. If I am right, we left Iceland when we went under the volcano. We travelled under the Atlantic Ocean and now we are under Scotland.»

«That’s fantastic!»
«But we’re still not going down. I want to go further down!»
Suddenly, there were huge waves rocking the boat.
«What’s happening?»

Hans pointed to something dark about a mile away from us. It came closer and I thought I saw a giant dolphin. I was wrong. It was an alligator. It came closer and I saw that I was wrong again. It was something with the body of a dolphin and the head of an alligator. It was over one hundred feet long. Then, I saw a huge snake with a shell on its back like a turtle’s.

We took the guns in our hands, but the animals did not care about us. They fought each other. It was a horrible fight.

We heard the snake hissing and the dolphin screaming.
They both dove under the water. Everything was quiet. Then, the snake’s head came out of the water. It hissed one more time before it died in the water. But where was the monster dolphin?

Chapter Seven
A Terrible Storm
Now, our journey felt even more dangerous. The professor was frightened, but nothing could stop him from going to the centre of the earth. Hans continued to sail the boat, but we did not see land. We travelled for hours, but we did not hear or see anything. Then, there was a sound like fast running water. We couldn’t see it, but we could hear it.

It got louder. Then we saw it.
«Look, it’s water shooting up into the air!»
«And it’s coming from the body of a huge sea creature.»

We tried to turn the boat, but the waves pulled us near the creature. For a moment, I thought that this was the end of our journey. The water went up 500 feet high into the air. An animal that could do this, could kill us easily. Then, we saw that the long black body we thought was an animal, was an island. It was like a small volcano, shooting up water, instead of lava.

«That’s where all this water is coming from.»
«Axel, check the temperature of the water here.»
I took a thermometer out of my inside jacket pocket and I put it in the water for a few seconds.

«163 degrees Fahrenheit.»
«We’re close to the centre.»
«We can’t go on, uncle. It’s too hot.»
«We must.»

The electric light coming from the rocks over our heads began to make explosions.The clouds were now near the water. Small lines of light that looked like snakes exploded all around us. The waves were bigger now and pushed us away. I was very scared.

«What’s happening?»
The explosions were too loud for us to hear each other.
«It’s an electrical storm, Hans!»

Hans tried to keep the boat from sinking. The wind pushed us through the water like a race car. Suddenly, a large ball of white electric light fell on the boat. None of us could move. It held our feet with its electric power. We shouted to each other, but none of us could hear anything. The boat moved by itself, and there was nothing we could do. Suddenly, the ball of electricity exploded.

We all fell down and a huge wave threw us into the water.
Hans had the professor in one arm and me in the other. I don’t know how he did it, but he got us to land safely. I began to think that all the energy he saved by not talking, made him the strongest man on earth.

The storm stopped and we saw the boat, still on the water, a hundred feet away.
Hans swam out to save our food and equipment. The professor and I tried to understand where we were.
«I think that sea is 800 miles wide.»

«That means we went under Europe. The Mediterranean sea is now over our heads!»
«Let’s wait for Hans to bring back the compass.»

When Hans brought back the compass, the professor and I could not believe what we saw. It said we were north and not south. That meant the wind took us back to the place where we started.

Chapter Eight
A Lost World
We were on the north side of the sea again, but not on the same beach as before. For this reason, we began to look around to see what we could find. The professor didn’t want us to stay there for long. He wanted to sail on the sea again.

«Professor, it’s too dangerous! You saw what happened.»
«I don’t care, Axel. I did not come all this way to turn back now. We’ve got to see what’s on the other side of that sea.»

This beach was longer than the other one. Its rocks had more holes in them, and I thought this was because of earthquakes. There were many more bones and old shells on this beach.
«Look at all ofthis, Axel! We can read the whole history of the world from these bones.»
There were skeletons of animals that are not living today. It was very exciting to see them out in the open and not in a museum.

«Axel, look! A human head!»
There, with all the other bones, was the head of a man. How did it get here? Did it fall down one of those holes like we did? Was that going to happen to us? The professor was excited.
«If other scientists could see me now! This could be the oldest skeleton ever found!»

We walked further down and the beach changed. Now, there were large trees and small plants around us. The further we went, the more life we found. Suddenly, I saw something move behind the trees. My uncle and I hid. It was a family of mammoths from thousands of years ago.

«Axel, can you believe it? There is another world under our earth!»
«But are there also people here?»
«Yes, look!»

I couldn’t believe it. Walking behind the mammoths was a giant man. He was over twelve feet tall with long hair and a beard. He had a piece of animal skin around his waist.
«Should we try to talk to him?»

«No, he looks dangerous. Hans is not with us, and we don’t have our guns. Let’s go back to the boat.»
We ran away quietly, so the prehistoric man did not see us. When we stopped running, we were back at the beach. I saw an old knife on a rock.
«Let’s clean this and keep it. It could be useful.»
«Axel, don’t you understand what this is?»

«Yes, it’s a knife.»
«But it’s made ofmetal. It is only two or three hundred years old.»
«Do you mean…»
«Yes, Arne Saknussemm!»
The professor saw a cave nearby. He ran to it.
«Axel, it’s him!»
On the rock, next to the entrance of this cave, there were two letters in old Icelandic: A.S.
The professor looked very excited.
«This must be the entrance we are looking for.»

Chapter Nine
The Last Tunnel
Hans brought the boat to the end of the beach where the cave was. We tied it to a rock in the water and took our bags to the cave.
«Are we going to use the boat again?»
«I don’t know. Maybe, if we come back this way. But, who knows where this new tunnel will take us.»

We needed the boat sooner than we thought. We walked about twelve feet inside the cave, then we saw a huge rock blocking the tunnel. We couldn’t understand it.
«How could Arne Saknussemm get around this rock?» The professor thought for a moment, and then he looked at the rock.

«Maybe it fell after hisjourney, in the last two hundred years, probably after an earthquake or a terrible storm.»
«I wish there was another earthquake to move that rock from the entrance of the cave.»
«Axel, that’s it! We can use the gun powder to move this rock again.»
«Do you think it will work?»
«There’s only one way to find out.»

We still had some extra gun powder with us for the guns. Hans made a hole in the rock with his pickaxe, then we put the gun powder inside. We used the rope to light it, but we made it very long to give us time to move back and hide.
The three of us got into the boat and moved fifty feet out to sea. We had no idea how big the explosion was going to be. Waiting for it made us very nervous.

«Maybe it won’t work.»
«Axel! Don’t say those things.»

We waited. Suddenly, the rocks on the beach opened like two curtains. The earth shook and everything fell into a huge hole. We fell back in the boat, and the final explosion made the sea rise in a huge wave which pushed us back to the beach. We were in the air, on top of the water, and the hole was below us. It looked big enough to take in all the world!

«We’re going down into the hole!»
«That’s what we want!»
«Not this way!»

We shouted because the noise of falling rocks was all around us and we couldn’t hear each other. The boat moved like a train through the tunnel, then we crashed into a new river of fresh water. The boat went under and came back up so fast that there was very little water in it. I don’t know how we stayed in it. We held onto the sides of the boat with all of our strength.

«Professor, where are we?»
«I don’t know, but the water is taking us somewhere. We have no choice but to follow it.»
«It’s getting hot!»
The temperature was high. The walls had the red colour of lava.
«Are we under another volcano?»

When I finished my sentence, we heard a loud roar from behind us. Water and air pushed us forward faster. The walls began to shake and rocks began to fall.
«Professor!»

Then it was clear. We were inside a volcano and it was going to explode. I could see the blue sky through the round hole at the top of the volcano. There was one more terrible roar and we were flying up into the air!

Chapter Ten
Back Home
The volcano threw us into the sea. Hans saved us again with his amazing strength. But where were we? It looked like the surface of the earth. There were small boats in the water and olive and fruit trees on the land. Behind us was the huge volcano. We saw a little boy. We tried to go near him, but he was afraid of us. After all our underground adventures, we looked horrible. The professor spoke to him in German, French and English, but he did not understand. Finally, the boy spoke in Italian.

«What did he say?»
«He said we’re in Stromboli, Italy.»
«You mean we went in one volcano in Iceland and came out of another in Italy?»
«Yes, and that one there is Mount Etna.»

And that was how our journey ended. The professor was not happy that he didn’t get to the centre of the earth, but when we got back to Germany, he felt better. Martha told everyone in Hamburg about our journey, and when we arrived, there was a big celebration for us. Everyone in Hamburg was at the train station when we arrived, but the only person I looked for was my Grauben. And I saw her, like a white light, moving past the others, until I could hold her.

«Oh, Axel, I’m so glad you’re back. I thought of you every day and sometimes I was afraid, but somehow I knew you were all right.»
«Well, I never felt that I was safe, but I did want to come back to you, every minute of every day.»

There was a stage set up in the station, and the journalists who were there asked the professor to talk about our journey. Uncle Otto was tired, but he agreed.
«My nephew, Axel, and I are now back from an incredible journey.»

We saw things that scientists still do not know about. There is life in the heart of this planet. There is water and beaches and trees. Arne Saknussemm, a famous scientist from the sixteenth century, was the first to travel under the earth. We are the second. I do not know if others will try this dangerous adventure in the future. If they do, they need someone like our guide Hans with them, or I’m afraid they will not survive.

For a moment, I thought I saw a smile on Hans’ face as the people clapped and cheered. But, as usual, the quiet Icelander didn’t say a word.


Chapter One: A Strange Message

Chapter Two: Grauben

Chapter Three: Iceland

Chapter Four: Inside the Volcano

Chapter Five: Lost in the Tunnels

Chapter Six: An Underground Water-World

Chapter Seven: A Terrible Storm

Chapter Eight: A Lost World

Chapter Nine: The Last Tunnel

Chapter Ten: Back Home

— THE END –

Geolog Trevor Anderson přednáší na univerzitě o tektonice zemských desek. Od nepřejícího profesora Kitzense se dozví, že laboratoř, v níž pracoval s bratrem Maxem, bude uzavřena a jako neefektivní zrušena. Doma navíc Trevor zjistí, že zapomněl na třináctiletého synovce Seana, kterého slíbil švagrové Elizabeth na několik dnů pohlídat. Ta současně Trevorovi předá krabici s věcmi po Maxovi, který před deseti lety zmizel během jedné ze svých výprav. Uvnitř Trevor objeví starý výtisk Verneovy Cesty do středu Země, plný bratrových poznámek. Později si v laboratoři všimne seizmického čidla, které Max umístil na Islandu. Pochopí, kam by se měl vydat, aby zjistil, co se s bratrem stalo.