Хоббит
Flies and Spiders
Hegottothebottomagainatlastscratched,hot,andmiserable,andhecouldnotseeanythinginthegloombelowwhenhegotthere.Hisreportsoonmadetheothersasmiserableashewas.
"Theforestgoesonforeverandeverandeverinalldirections!Whatevershallwedo?Andwhatistheuseofsendingahobbit!"theycried,asifitwashisfault.Theydidnotcaretuppenceaboutthebutterflies,andwereonlymademoreangrywhenhetoldthemofthebeautifulbreeze,whichtheyweretooheavytoclimbupandfeel.
Thatnighttheyatetheirverylastscrapsandcrumbsoffood;andnextmorningwhentheywokethefirstthingtheynoticedwasthattheywerestillgnawinglyhungry,andthenextthingwasthatitwasrainingandthathereandtherethedripofitwasdroppingheavilyontheforestfloor.Thatonlyremindedthemthattheywerealsoparchinglythirsty,withoutdoinganythingtorelievethem:youcannotquenchaterriblethirstbystandingundergiantoaksandwaitingforachancedriptofallonyourtongue.Theonlyscrapofcomforttherewas,cameunexpectedlyfromBombur.Hewokeupsuddenlyandsatupscratchinghishead.Hecouldnotmakeoutwherehewasatall,norwhyhefeltsohungry;forhehadforgotteneverythingthathadhappenedsincetheystartedtheirjourneythatMaymorninglongago.Thelastthingthatherememberedwasthepartyatthehobbit’shouse,andtheyhadgreatdifficultyinmakinghimbelievetheirtaleofallthemanyadventurestheyhadhadsince.
Whenheheardthattherewasnothingtoeat,hesatdownandwept,forhefeltveryweakandwobblyinthelegs."WhyeverdidIwakeup!"hecried."Iwashavingsuchbeautifuldreams.IdreamedIwaswalkinginaforestratherlikethisone,onlylitwithtorchesonthetreesandlampsswingingfromthebranchesandfiresburningontheground;andtherewasagreatfeastgoingon,goingonforever.
