-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Толкин
-
- Хоббит
-
- Стр. 28/163
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
They
did
not
sing
or
tell
stories
that
day
,
even
though
the
weather
improved
;
nor
the
next
day
,
nor
the
day
after
.
They
had
begun
to
feel
that
danger
was
not
far
away
on
either
side
.
They
camped
under
the
stars
,
and
their
horses
had
more
to
eat
than
they
had
;
for
there
was
plenty
of
grass
,
but
there
was
not
much
in
their
bags
,
even
with
what
they
had
got
from
the
trolls
.
One
morning
they
forded
a
river
at
a
wide
shallow
place
full
of
the
noise
of
stones
and
foam
.
The
far
bank
was
steep
and
slippery
.
When
they
got
to
the
top
of
it
,
leading
their
ponies
,
they
saw
that
the
great
mountains
had
marched
down
very
near
to
them
.
Already
they
I
seemed
only
a
day
's
easy
journey
from
the
feet
of
the
nearest
.
Dark
and
drear
it
looked
,
though
there
were
patches
of
sunlight
on
its
brown
sides
,
and
behind
its
shoulders
the
tips
of
snow-peaks
gleamed
.
"
Is
that
The
Mountain
?
"
asked
Bilbo
in
a
solemn
voice
,
looking
at
it
with
round
eyes
.
He
had
never
seen
a
thing
that
looked
so
big
before
.
"
Of
course
not
!
"
said
Balin
.
"
That
is
only
the
beginning
of
the
Misty
Mountains
,
and
we
have
to
get
through
,
or
over
,
or
under
those
somehow
,
before
we
can
come
into
Wilderland
beyond
.
And
it
is
a
deal
of
a
way
even
from
the
other
side
of
them
to
the
Lonely
Mountain
in
the
East
Where
Smaug
lies
on
our
treasure
.
"
"
O
!
"
said
Bilbo
,
and
just
at
that
moment
he
felt
more
fared
than
he
ever
remembered
feeling
before
.
He
was
thinking
once
again
of
his
comfortable
chair
before
the
fire
in
his
favourite
sitting-room
in
his
hobbit-hole
,
and
of
the
kettle
singing
.
Not
for
the
last
time
!
Now
Gandalf
led
the
way
.
"
We
must
not
miss
the
road
,
or
we
shall
be
done
for
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
need
food
,
for
one
thing
,
and
rest
in
reasonable
safety-also
it
is
very
necessary
to
tackle
the
Misty
Mountains
by
the
proper
path
,
or
else
you
will
get
lost
in
them
,
and
have
to
come
back
and
start
at
the
beginning
again
(
if
you
ever
get
back
at
all
)
.
"
They
asked
him
where
he
was
making
for
,
and
he
answered
:
"
You
are
come
to
the
very
edge
of
the
Wild
,
as
some
of
you
may
know
.
Hidden
somewhere
ahead
of
us
is
the
fair
valley
of
Rivendell
where
Elrond
lives
in
the
Last
Homely
House
.
I
sent
a
message
by
my
friends
,
and
we
are
expected
.
"
That
sounded
nice
and
comforting
,
but
they
had
not
got
there
yet
,
and
it
was
not
so
easy
as
it
sounds
to
find
the
Last
Homely
House
west
of
the
Mountains
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
trees
and
no
valleys
and
no
hills
to
break
the
ground
in
front
of
them
,
only
one
vast
slope
going
slowly
up
and
up
to
meet
the
feet
of
the
nearest
mountain
,
a
wide
land
the
colour
of
heather
and
crumbling
rock
,
with
patches
and
slashes
of
grass-green
and
moss-green
showing
where
water
might
be
.
Morning
passed
,
afternoon
came
;
but
in
all
the
silent
waste
there
was
no
sign
of
any
dwelling
.
They
were
growing
anxious
,
for
they
now
saw
that
the
house
might
be
hidden
almost
anywhere
between
them
and
the
mountains
.
They
came
on
unexpected
valleys
,
narrow
with
deep
sides
,
that
opened
suddenly
at
their
feet
,
and
they
looked
down
surprised
to
see
trees
below
them
and
running
water
at
the
bottom
.
There
were
gullies
that
they
could
almost
leap
over
;
but
very
deep
with
waterfalls
in
them
.
There
were
dark
ravines
that
one
could
neither
jump
nor
climb
into
.
There
were
bogs
,
some
of
them
green
pleasant
places
to
look
at
with
flowers
growing
bright
and
tall
;
but
a
pony
that
walked
there
with
a
pack
on
its
back
would
never
have
come
out
again
.
It
was
indeed
a
much
wider
land
from
the
ford
to
the
mountains
than
ever
you
would
have
guessed
.
Bilbo
was
astonished
.
The
only
path
was
marked
with
white
stones
some
of
which
were
small
,
and
others
were
half
covered
with
moss
or
heather
.
Altogether
it
was
a
very
slow
business
following
the
track
,
even
guided
by
Gandalf
,
who
seemed
to
know
his
way
about
pretty
well
.
His
head
and
beard
wagged
this
way
and
that
as
he
looked
for
the
stones
,
and
they
followed
his
head
,
but
they
seemed
no
nearer
to
the
end
of
the
search
when
the
day
began
to
fail
.
Tea-time
had
long
gone
by
,
and
it
seemed
supper-time
would
soon
do
the
same
.
There
were
moths
fluttering
about
,
and
the
light
became
very
dim
,
for
the
moon
had
not
risen
.
Bilbo
's
pony
began
to
stumble
over
roots
and
stones
.
They
came
to
the
edge
of
a
steep
fall
in
the
ground
so
suddenly
that
Gandalf
s
horse
nearly
slipped
down
the
slope
.
"
Here
it
is
at
last
!
"
he
called
,
and
the
others
gathered
round
him
and
looked
over
the
edge
.
They
saw
a
valley
far
below
.
They
could
hear
the
voice
of
hurrying
water
in
rocky
bed
at
the
bottom
;
the
scent
of
trees
was
in
the
air
;
and
there
was
a
light
on
the
valley-side
across
the
water
.
Bilbo
never
forgot
the
way
they
slithered
and
slipped
in
the
dusk
down
the
steep
zig-zag
path
into
the
secret
valley
of
Rivendell
.
The
air
grew
warmer
as
they
got
lower
,
and
the
smell
of
the
pine-trees
made
him
drowsy
,
so
that
every
now
and
again
he
nodded
and
nearly
fell
off
,
or
bumped
his
nose
on
the
pony
's
neck
.
Their
spirits
rose
as
they
went
down
and
down
.
The
trees
changed
to
beech
and
oak
,
and
hire
was
a
comfortable
feeling
in
the
twilight
.
The
last
green
had
almost
faded
out
of
the
grass
,
when
they
came
at
length
to
an
open
glade
not
far
above
the
banks
of
the
stream
.
"
Hrnmm
!
it
smells
like
elves
!
"
thought
Bilbo
,
and
he
looked
up
at
the
stars
.
They
were
burning
bright
and
blue
.
Just
then
there
came
a
burst
of
song
like
laughter
in
the
trees
:
"
O
!
What
are
you
doing
,
And
where
are
you
going
?
