Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Scouring of the Shire
TheOldGrangeonthewestsidehadbeenknockeddown,anditsplacetakenbyrowsoftarredsheds.Allthechestnutsweregone.Thebanksandhedgerowswerebroken.Greatwaggonswerestandingindisorderinafieldbeatenbareofgrass.BagshotRowwasayawningsandandgravelquarry.BagEndup.beyondcouldnotbeseenforaclutteroflargehuts.
"They’vecutitdown!"criedSam."They’vecutdownthePartyTree!"Hepointedtowherethetree.hadstoodunderwhichBilbohadmadehisFarewellSpeech.Itwaslyingloppedanddeadinthefield.AsifthiswasthelaststrawSamburstintotears.
Alaughputanendtothem.Therewasasurlyhobbitloungingoverthelowwallofthemill-yard.Hewasgrimy-facedandblack-handed."Don’t"eelikeit,Sam?"hesneered."Butyoualwayswassoft.Ithoughtyou’dgoneoffinoneo"themshipsyouusedtoprattleabout,sailing,sailing.Whatd’youwanttocomebackfor?We’veworktodointheShirenow."
"SoIsee,"saidSam."Notimeforwashing,buttimeforwall-propping.Butseehere,MasterSandyman,I’veascoretopayinthisvillage,anddon’tyoumakeitanylongerwithyourjeering,oryou’llfootabilltoobigforyourpurse."
TedSandymanspatoverthewall."Garn!"hesaid."Youcan’ttouchme.I’mafriendo"theBoss’s.Buthe’lltouchyouallright,ifIhaveanymoreofyourmouth."
"Don’twasteanymorewordsonthefool,Sam!"saidFrodo.
