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CHAPTER ONE

Spouter Inn Locanda Spouter

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago I set out to sea, having little money and nothing particularly interesting to do on shore. Hace algunos años me hice a la mar, con poco dinero y sin nada especialmente interesante que hacer en tierra. Несколько лет назад я отправился в море, имея мало денег и не имея ничего особенно интересного на берегу. I thought I would sail around the world. Я думал, что совершу кругосветное плавание. Whenever I feel like a cold, wet November morning, and I start following funerals, then I know it’s time to go back to the wide open sea. Quando mi sento come in una fredda e umida mattina di novembre e comincio a seguire i funerali, so che è ora di tornare in mare aperto. Когда холодным, сырым ноябрьским утром я начинаю следить за похоронами, то понимаю, что пора возвращаться в открытое море. It always makes me feel better because the sea is magic - it has always been magic. It is an endless source of life and mystery.

When I go to sea I always go as a simple sailor and never as a passenger. Why should I pay when I can get paid for my work? Зачем мне платить, если я могу получить деньги за свою работу? I certainly don’t mind taking orders from an old sea captain. Я, конечно, не против выполнять приказы старого морского капитана. And if I have to clean the decks, or mend a sail, so what? E se devo pulire i ponti o riparare una vela, che importa? It’s good, honest work and I don’t mind it.

The men you meet at sea are both good and bad, and I always try to get along with them. Gli uomini che si incontrano in mare sono sia buoni che cattivi, e io cerco sempre di andare d'accordo con loro. Люди, которых встречаешь в море, бывают как хорошие, так и плохие, и я всегда стараюсь найти с ними общий язык. It’s wise to be friendly with the people you have to live with on a ship.

But the main reason I want to go to sea is the great whale. Ma il motivo principale per cui voglio andare in mare è la grande balena.

I want to be with those who hunt this mysterious monster.

I put a shirt or two into my bag and left for New Bedford, Massachusetts - that’s where you go to find a whaling ship. I didn’t know much about the town and it was late and cold when I arrived. Non sapevo molto della città e quando sono arrivato era tardi e faceva freddo. I walked up and down the dark streets, looking for a place to stay.

Finally I saw a small light near the docks and an old sign swinging back and forth in the cold wind of the night.

The Spouter Inn - Peter Coffin. La locanda Spouter - Peter Coffin.

Coffin? What a name for an innkeeper! Che nome per un albergatore! But it was a cold night and I had nowhere else to go.

The inn was a strange, old place and one part of it leaned to one side. La locanda era un posto strano e vecchio e una parte di essa pendeva da un lato. I stood there looking at it for a while. Oh, stop worrying, I thought, you’re going whaling soon and that’s a hard life! So I entered the Spouter Inn.

It was a small, dark place and the wind howled through the old building. Era un luogo piccolo e buio e il vento ululava attraverso il vecchio edificio. The first thing I saw was an old painting of a ship in a storm, and a giant whale jumping out of the water. It was trying to destroy the ship.

The other sailors in the inn sat at a long table, drinking and talking. I found the landlord, Peter Coffin, and asked him for a room.

"Sorry," he said, "but there’s nothing left. "Mi dispiace", ha detto, "ma non c'è più nulla. Every bed is taken - but if you don’t mind sharing a bed with a harpooner, then you have a bed. Tutti i letti sono occupati, ma se non vi dispiace dividere il letto con un arpioniere, allora avete un letto. " "Who is he?" I asked nervously.

"He’s not here now," said the landlord, "but if you’re going whaling, you had better get used to this sort of thing. " "Well, alright," I replied, "I’ll share a bed with any decent man. " "Beh, va bene", risposi, "dividerò il letto con qualsiasi uomo decente. " "Good," said the landlord. "You want some dinner? Just sit down and it’ll be ready soon. " I sat down in the cold inn and waited for dinner. There was no fire and no heat - just a few candles. The landlord said he couldn’t afford wood. Хозяин дома сказал, что не может позволить себе дрова.

After dinner I wanted to go to bed, but I was worried about the harpooner I didn’t know.

"What kind of man is this harpooner?" I asked the landlord. "Why isn’t he here? " "Oh, he’s out trying to sell his head. " "What!" I said, thinking it was a joke.

The landlord and the other sailors started laughing.

"He’s sold the other four already and now he’s trying to sell the fifth. Maybe he’s a cannibal - I don’t know, but he pays on time and that’s all I care about. Forse è un cannibale, non lo so, ma paga puntualmente e questo è l'unica cosa che mi interessa. " I was very tired and not interested in nonsense. I just wanted to go to bed, so I went up to the harpooner’s room, which was cold and dark. The man’s things were all over the room - a huge harpoon, an old sailor’s bag and fish hooks.

I got into bed and tried to sleep but the mattress was terribly uncomfortable. I soon heard the door open and saw a huge man with a candle in one hand and a human head in the other - so this was the harpooner.

The light of the candle lit up his face and I was very surprised - I suddenly felt cold. I had never seen anyone like him before. His skin was a purplish yellow, and his face and body were covered with strange tattoos. La sua pelle era di un giallo violaceo e il suo viso e il suo corpo erano ricoperti di strani tatuaggi. There was no hair on his head except for a single lock of black hair. Non aveva capelli in testa, tranne un'unica ciocca di capelli neri. I’m not a coward but I immediately thought of running out the door or jumping out the window. I was so scared that I thought the devil himself had entered the room that night.

The harpooner got undressed, lit a small fire and said some kind of prayer to an evil-looking black doll he had pulled out of his pocket. Il ramponiere si spogliò, accese un piccolo fuoco e rivolse una specie di preghiera a una bambola nera dall'aspetto malvagio che aveva tirato fuori dalla tasca. Then he got into bed.

"Who you?" cried the harpooner in a deep voice, lifting his tomahawk. "What you do in my bed? I kill you! " "Peter Coffin! Help me!" I shouted. "Save me! " After a moment Peter Coffin came into the room and said, "Don’t worry, Queequeg won’t hurt you." " After a moment Peter Coffin came into the room and said, "Don't worry, Queequeg won't hurt you." "Dopo un attimo Peter Coffin entrò nella stanza e disse: "Non preoccuparti, Queequeg non ti farà del male". Then he turned to Queequeg and said, "This man is sharing the bed with you tonight, understand? " Queequeg was suddenly calm and put down his tomahawk saying, "Me tired. Don’t speak now. " He seemed quiet and fell asleep immediately. I felt that I had nothing to be afraid of. After all, he was a clean, peaceful cannibal, and it was better to sleep with a sober cannibal than with a drunk Christian. I turned over and fell asleep. I never slept better in my life.