Властелин колец: Братство кольца
In the House of Tom Bombadil
Actualyhisviewwasscreenedbyatalllineofbeansonpoles;butaboveandfarbeyondthemthegreytopofthehillloomedupagainstthesunrise.Itwasapalemorning:intheEast,behindlongcloudslikelinesofsoiledwoolstainedredattheedges,layglimmeringdeepsofyelow.Theskyspokeofraintocome;butthelightwasbroadeningquickly,andtheredflowersonthebeansbegantoglowagainstthewetgreenleaves.
Pippinlookedoutofthewesternwindow,downintoapoolofmist.TheForestwashiddenunderafog.Itwaslikelookingdownontoaslopingcloud-rooffromabove.Therewasafoldorchannelwherethemistwasbrokenintomanyplumesandbilows;thevaleyoftheWithywindle.Thestreamrandownthehillontheleftandvanishedintothewhiteshadows.
Nearathandwasaflower-gardenandaclippedhedgesilver-netted,andbeyondthatgreyshavengrasspalewithdew-drops.Therewasnowilow-treetobeseen.
"Goodmorning,merryfriends!"criedTom,openingtheeasternwindowwide.Acoolairflowedin;ithadarainysmell."Sunwon’tshowherfacemuchtoday.I’mthinking.Ihavebeenwalkingwide,leapingonthehiltops,sincethegreydawnbegan,nosingwindandweather,wetgrassunderfoot,wetskyaboveme.IwakenedGoldberrysingingunderwindow;butnoughtwakeshobbit-folkintheearlymorning.Inthenightlittlefolkwakeupinthedarkness,andsleepafterlighthascome!Ringadingdilo!Wakenow,mymerryfriends!Forgetthenightlynoises!Ringadingdilodel!derrydel,myhearties!Ifyoucomesoonyou’llfindbreakfastonthetable.Ifyoucomelateyou’llgetgrassandrain-water!"Needlesstosay-notthatTom’sthreatsoundedveryserious-thehobbitscamesoon,andleftthetablelateandonlywhenitwasbeginninglolookratherempty.NeitherTomnorGoldberrywerethere.
