Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Dudleysqueakedandrantohidebehindhismother, whowascrouching,terrified,behindUncleVernon. 

           "An’here’sHarry!"saidthegiant. 

           Harrylookedupintothefierce,wild,shadowyface andsawthatthebeetleeyeswerecrinkledinasmile. 

           "Las’timeIsawyou,youwasonlyababy,"saidthegiant. "Yehlookalotlikeyerdad,butyeh’vegotyermom’seyes." 

           UncleVernonmadeafunnyraspingnoise. 

           "Idemandthatyouleaveatonce,sir!"hesaid. "Youarebreakingandentering!" 

           "Ah,shutup,Dursley,yehgreatprune,"saidthegiant; hereachedoverthebackofthesofa, jerkedthegunoutofUncleVernon’shands, bentitintoaknotaseasilyasifithadbeenmadeofrubber, andthrewitintoacorneroftheroom. 

           UncleVernonmadeanotherfunnynoise, likeamousebeingtroddenon. 

           "Anyway—Harry,"saidthegiant,turninghisbackontheDursleys, "averyhappybirthdaytoyeh. Gotsummatferyehhere —Imightasatonitatsomepoint, butit’lltasteallright." 

           Fromaninsidepocketofhisblackovercoathepulledaslightlysquashedbox. Harryopeneditwithtremblingfingers. Insidewasalarge,stickychocolatecake withHappyBirthdayHarrywrittenonitingreenicing.