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- Властелин колец: Братство кольца
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- Стр. 301/422
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After
a
while
Boromir
returned
carrying
Sam
.
Behind
in
the
narrow
but
now
well-trodden
track
came
Gandalf
,
leading
Bill
with
Gimli
perched
among
the
baggage
.
Last
came
Aragorn
carrying
Frodo
.
They
passed
through
the
lane
;
but
hardly
had
Frodo
touched
the
ground
when
with
a
deep
rumble
there
rolled
down
a
fall
of
stones
and
slithering
snow
.
The
spray
of
it
half
blinded
the
Company
as
they
crouched
against
the
cliff
,
and
when
the
air
cleared
again
they
saw
that
the
path
was
blocked
behind
them
.
"
Enough
,
enough
!
"
cried
Gimli
.
"
We
are
departing
as
quickly
as
we
may
!
"
And
indeed
with
that
last
stroke
the
malice
of
the
mountain
seemed
to
be
expended
,
as
if
Caradhras
was
satisfied
that
the
invaders
had
been
beaten
off
and
would
not
dare
to
return
.
The
threat
of
snow
lifted
;
the
clouds
began
to
break
and
the
light
grew
broader
.
As
Legolas
had
reported
,
they
found
that
the
snow
became
steadily
more
shallow
as
they
went
down
,
so
that
even
the
hobbits
could
trudge
along
.
Soon
they
all
stood
once
more
on
the
flat
shelf
at
the
head
of
the
steep
slope
where
they
had
felt
the
first
flakes
of
snow
the
night
before
.
The
morning
was
now
far
advanced
.
From
the
high
place
they
looked
back
westwards
over
the
lower
lands
.
Far
away
in
the
tumble
of
country
that
lay
at
the
foot
of
the
mountain
was
the
dell
from
which
they
had
started
to
climb
the
pass
.
Frodo
's
legs
ached
.
He
was
chilled
to
the
bone
and
hungry
;
and
his
head
was
dizzy
as
he
thought
of
the
long
and
painful
march
downhill
Black
specks
swam
before
his
eyes
.
He
rubbed
them
,
but
the
black
specks
remained
.
In
the
distance
below
him
,
but
still
high
above
the
lower
foothills
,
dark
dots
were
circling
in
the
air
.
"
The
birds
again
!
"
said
Aragorn
,
pointing
down
.
"
That
can
not
be
helped
now
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
Whether
they
are
good
or
evil
,
or
have
nothing
to
do
with
us
at
all
,
we
must
go
down
at
once
.
Not
even
on
the
knees
of
Caradhras
will
we
wait
for
another
night-fall
!
"
A
cold
wind
flowed
down
behind
them
,
as
they
turned
their
backs
on
the
Redhorn
Gate
,
and
stumbled
wearily
down
the
slope
.
Caradhras
had
defeated
them
.
It
was
evening
,
and
the
grey
light
was
again
waning
fast
,
when
they
halted
for
the
night
.
They
were
very
weary
.
The
mountains
were
veiled
in
deepening
dusk
,
and
the
wind
was
cold
.
Gandalf
spared
them
one
more
mouthful
each
of
the
miruvor
of
Rivendell
.
When
they
had
eaten
some
food
he
called
a
council
.
