Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Itwasfreezingintheboat. Icyseasprayandraincreptdowntheirnecks andachillywindwhippedtheirfaces. Afterwhatseemedlikehourstheyreachedtherock, whereUncleVernon,slippingandsliding, ledthewaytothebroken-downhouse. 

           Theinsidewashorrible; itsmelledstronglyofseaweed,thewindwhistledthroughthegapsinthewoodenwalls, andthefireplacewasdampandempty. Therewereonlytworooms. 

           UncleVernon’srationsturnedouttobeabagofchipseachandfourbananas. Hetriedtostartafire buttheemptychipbagsjustsmokedandshriveledup. 

           "Coulddowithsomeofthoselettersnow,eh?" hesaidcheerfully. 

           Hewasinaverygoodmood. Obviouslyhethoughtnobodystoodachanceofreachingthemhere inastormtodelivermail. Harryprivatelyagreed, thoughthethoughtdidn’tcheerhimupatall. 

           Asnightfell, thepromisedstormblewuparoundthem. Sprayfromthehighwavessplatteredthewallsofthehut andafiercewindrattledthefilthywindows. AuntPetuniafoundafewmoldyblanketsinthesecondroom andmadeupabedforDudleyonthemoth-eatensofa. SheandUncleVernonwentofftothelumpybednextdoor, andHarrywaslefttofindthesoftestbitoffloorhecould andtocurlupunderthethinnest,mostraggedblanket. 

           Thestormragedmoreandmoreferociouslyasthenightwenton. Harrycouldn’tsleep. Heshiveredandturnedover, tryingtogetcomfortable, hisstomachrumblingwithhunger. Dudley’ssnoresweredrownedbythelowrollsofthunder thatstartednearmidnight.