Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Scouring of the Shire
Thepleasantrowofoldhobbit-holesinthebankonthenorthsideofthePoolweredeserted,andtheirlittlegardensthatusedtorundownbrighttothewater’sedgewererankwithweeds.Worse,therewasawholelineoftheuglynewhousesallalongPoolSide,wheretheHobbitonRoadranclosetothebank.Anavenueoftreeshadstoodthere.Theywereallgone.AndlookingwithdismayuptheroadtowardsBagEndtheysawatallchimneyofbrickinthedistance.Itwaspouringoutblacksmokeintotheeveningair.
Samwasbesidehimself."I’mgoingrighton,Mr.Frodo!"hecried."I’mgoingtoseewhat’sup.Iwanttofindmygaffer."
"Weoughttofindoutfirstwhatwe’reinfor,Sam,"saidMerry."Iguessthatthe"Chief"willhaveagangofruffianshandy.Wehadbetterfindsomeonewhowilltellushowthingsareroundhere."
ButinthevillageofBywaterallthehousesandholeswereshut,andnoonegreetedthem.Theywonderedatthis,buttheysoondiscoveredthereasonofit.WhentheyreachedTheGreenDragon,thelasthouseontheHobbitonside,nowlifelessandwithbrokenwindows,theyweredisturbedtoseehalfadozenlargeill-favouredMenloungingagainsttheinn-wall;theyweresquint-eyedandsallow-faced.
"LikethatfriendofBillFerny’satBree,"saidSam.
"LikemanythatIsawatIsengard,"mutteredMerry.
