November 30, 1835 in Florida, Missouri, was born seven months' child, who was named Samuel Clemens Lenghorn. Up to four years, he was sick all the time, and my parents were very worried for his life.
In early childhood, Samuel somnambulant. Sometimes he walked all night in the house, and the next morning could not remember anything at all. Quite a strange case, it is difficult to judge — coincidence or not, occurred during one of his "lunar travel." At night, Clemens walked into the room of his ailing sister and pulled off her blanket. A few days later, Margaret died, and the baby's mother announced that her son — a medium. Then the common belief, if the one who pulled off the dying man a blanket, had an outstanding foresight.
When Clemens was 14, he walked down the street, and accidentally fell at his feet a strange piece. It was the story of Joan of Arc. Then the child is very interested in this stuff. And many years later, during one of his trips to Europe, he visited the village of Domremy, the place where she lived Maid of Orleans. In a few years from his pen the book "Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc." That's it, not novels and short stories, he believed his most important work.
A nickname borrowed from Twain jargon sailors. Mark Twain literally means "to mark two fathoms." This mark, which indicates that the minimum depth is reached, suitable for the passage of river vessels. Such in-depth knowledge of marine affairs Clemens received when a young man, he served aboard the "Pennsylvania."
Clemens once had a strange dream that his younger brother is in an iron coffin, and emblazoned on his chest a bouquet of white roses. The next morning excited writer told his dream to his sister. However, both of them will soon forget it. A few weeks later quarreled with Captain Samuel and went with "Pennsylvania" (both brothers served on the same ship.)
A few day before Clemens came terrible news: the ship sank, and his brother is in the hospital Memphis. During the week, Samuel, awake, caring for weakening brother. But he did die. Exhausted, Clemens went to sleep. When he woke up, his brother's body was lying in an iron coffin, and a woman was placed on his chest, white flowers. Thus was fulfilled the nightmare future writer.
Virtually all of Mark Twain's life — a series of strange coincidences and accidents. Even the popularity of journalism, he earned for himself unexpectedly. He traveled to the Sandwich Islands. Clemens spent so much time in the saddle, which, in the end, he appeared on the skin of the painful sores. The writer had to go to hospital. At this time, the hospital began to bring the surviving passengers from the wreck of the ship "Hornet". Twain, without wasting time, organized a number of interviews with the rescued people. His article about the destruction of "Hornet" made a sensation, providing him fame throughout the United States.
Even the background of his marriage looks strange. Clemens arrived at the estate of his friend Charlie Langdon. Samuel, without thinking twice, he began to look for Charlie's sister, Olivia. But she did not return his affection. It is time to leave. Charlie volunteered to conduct Twain. They got into the van. Langdon struck the horse with his whip, and they both took off from a sharp jolt on the pavement. It turned out that the seats were poorly attached.
Night was falling. Langdon Clemens offered to stay. It was not worth going to the dark, and the injury bothered his friend Samuel. However, all of a sudden changed attitude towards Olivia Samuel. Now his advances gradually taken with bagosklonnostyu. But after a while Olivia was lawful wife of Mark Twain.
His brilliant career as a writer, Twain must Providence. At the age of thirty years he was on the silver mines in Nevada. The first night he had a weird dream. A Jim Townsend, called Fibber Jim supposedly showed Clemens book, which he was to write. A few days later Twain met with Ben Koon, told him the story of the jumping frog. "The famous leaping frog of Calaveras," based on the fairy tale Kuhn brought real glory novice writer.
Realizing that he did in fact have some phenomenal abilities, Twain once told amazing event: "Two or three years ago, I was lying in bed, lazysurrendering to the flow of his thoughts, when he lit up a completely new idea me. I thought it would not hurt to publish a book about the silver mines in Nevada, all of which was then called as a new miracle. I thought that the most appropriate person to write this book was to William Wright, a journalist from the city of Nevada, Virginia. With him, I met eleven ago when I was a reporter in Virginia. I decided to write to him about his proposal. I was about to put a letter in the envelope, I had the idea that it is hardly worth sending it until I find a publisher for the book. I put the letter in a drawer and wrote a letter to the editor, asking him to arrange a time for talks on a very important issue. A week later, I was given an envelope inscribed vaguely familiar handwriting. When I remembered, whose handwriting is, he said staying with me at the time relative: — If you want, I will make is a miracle without opening the envelope, tell you what is written in the letter contained in it is up to the numbers, when it was written, and the author's signature? Kinsman agreed, and I told him that the letter was written, Mr. Wright of Virginia, who offered me to publish a book about the silver mines of Nevada and asks what I think about this idea. Along the way he presents the plan of his book. In short, I have set out their own content to the listener, never sent a letter to William Wright. After that, Iprinted I received a message from Virginia and found that quite correctly guessed everything, and the date and contents, and the plan and a request for Wright! "
The most incredible thing that Twain was never afraid of death. On the eve of his death, he joked: "At a meeting with the bony lady late is not accepted." He died on April 21, 1910. During the funeral of one of his friends said: "The only sorrow that Mark Twain has caused the world — is that he is dead."