Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
`He’scomeoncetoooftenformeandI’mgoingtohaveawordwithhim,ifIcan.Idon’tsupposewecouldgivehimtheslipnowanyway.’Drawinghisgreyhoodwelloverhisface,Samcreptstealthilytowardsthecliff.
`Careful!’whisperedFrodocomingbehind.`Don’talarmhim!He’smuchmoredangerousthanhelooks.’
Theblackcrawlingshapewasnowthree-quartersofthewaydown,andperhapsfiftyfeetorlessabovethecliff’sfoot.Crouchingstone-stillintheshadowofalargeboulderthehobbitswatchedhim.Heseemedtohavecometoadifficultpassageortobetroubledaboutsomething.Theycouldhearhimsnuffling,andnowandagaintherewasaharshhissofbreaththatsoundedlikeacurse.Heliftedhishead,andtheythoughttheyheardhimspit.Thenhemovedonagain.Nowtheycouldhearhisvoicecreakingandwhistling.
`Ach,sss!Cautious,myprecious!Morehastelessspeed.Wemusstn’trisskourneck,musstwe,precious?No,precious-gollum!’Heliftedhisheadagain,blinkedatthemoon,andquicklyshuthiseyes.`Wehateit,’hehissed.`Nassty,nasstyshiverylightitis-sss-itspiesonus,precious-ithurtsoureyes.’
Hewasgettinglowernowandthehissesbecamesharperandclearer.’Whereissit,whereissit:myPrecious,myPrecious?It’sours,itis,andwewantsit.Thethieves,thethieves,thefilthylittlethieves.WherearetheywithmyPrecious?Cursethem!Wehatesthem.’
`Itdoesn’tsoundasifheknewwewerehere,doesit?’whisperedSam.
