Хоббит
Flies and Spiders
"They’renotasfatastheymightbe.Beenfeedingnonetoowelloflate,Ishouldguess.""Kill’em,Isay,"hissedafourth;"kill’emnowandhang’emdeadforawhile."
"They’redeadnow,I’llwarrant,"saidthefirst.
"Thattheyarenot.Isawonea-strugglingjustnow.Justcomingroundagain,Ishouldsay,afterabee-autifulsleep.I’llshowyou."Withthatoneofthefatspidersranalongarope,tillitcametoadozenbundleshanginginarowfromahighbranch.Bilbowashorrified,nowthathenoticedthemforthefirsttimedanglingintheshadows,toseeadwarvishfootstickingoutofthebottomsofsomeofthebundles,orhereandtherethetipofanose,orabitofbeardorofahood.
Tothefattestofthesebundlesthespiderwent-"ItispooroldBombur,I’llbet,"thoughtBilbo-andnippedhardatthenosethatstuckout.Therewasamuffledyelpinside,andatoeshotupandkickedthespiderstraightandhard.TherewaslifeinBomburstill.Therewasanoiselikethekickingofaflabbyfootball,andtheenragedspiderfelloffthebranch,onlycatchingitselfwithitsownthreadjustintime.
Theotherslaughed."Youwerequiteright,"theysaid,"themeat’saliveandkicking!"""I’llsoonputanendtothat,"hissedtheangryspiderclimbingbackontothebranch.
Bilbosawthatthemomenthadcomewhenhemustdosomething.Hecouldnotgetupatthebrutesandhehadnothingtoshootwith;butlookingabouthesawthatinthisplacethereweremanystoneslyinginwhatappearedtobeanowdrylittlewatercourse.Bilbowasaprettyfairshotwithastone,anditdidnottakehimlongtofindanicesmoothegg-shapedonethatfittedhishandcosily.
