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<FONT face="verdana, arial, helvetica" size=2>ЖЖЖ! Кто к нам пришел! Элнел! Очень рада тебя видеть! <IMG alt="" src="The Council of Elrond - Проект N - первые результаты3_files/smile.gif" border=0> <IMG alt="" src="The Council of Elrond - Проект N - первые результаты3_files/smile.gif" border=0> <IMG alt="" src="The Council of Elrond - Проект N - первые результаты3_files/smile.gif" border=0> <BR><BR>Зой, письмо ушло <IMG alt="" src="The Council of Elrond - Проект N - первые результаты3_files/smile.gif" border=0> <BR><BR>Мэггот. значит так. На вопрос одного из обитателей Леса, куда это он направляется, Том отвечает, что вниз по реке, там он знает little folk. далее по тексту (по причинам ограниченного знания языка пощу сам текст): <BR><FONT size=1>'Well, well, Muddy-feet! From one that's late for meeting <BR>away back by the Mithe that's a surly greeting! <BR>You old farmer fat that cannot walk for wheezing, <BR>cart-drawn like a sack, ought to be more pleasing. <BR>Penny-wise tub-on-legs! A beggar can't be a chooser, <BR>or else I'd bid you go, and you would be the loser. <BR>Come, Maggot! Help me up! A tankard now you owe me. <BR>Even in cockshut light an old friend should know me!' <BR>Laughing they drove away, in Rushey never halting, <BR>though the inn open stood and they could smell the malting. <BR>They turned down Maggot's Lane, rattling and bumping, <BR>Tom in the farmer's cart dancing round and jumping. <BR>Stars shone on Bamfurlong, and Maggot's house was lighted; <BR>fire in the kitchen burned to welcome the benighted. <BR>Maggot's sons bowed at door, his daughters did their curtsy, <BR>his wife brought tankards out for those that might be thirsty. <BR>Songs they had and merry tales, the supping and the dancing; <BR>Goodman Maggot there for all his belt was prancing, <BR>Tom did a hornpipe when he was not quaffing, <BR>daughters did the Springle-ring, goodwife did the laughing <BR>When others went to bed in hay, fern or feather, <BR>close in the inglenook they laid their heads together, <BR>old Tom and Muddy-feet, swapping all the tidings <BR>from Barrow-downs to Tower Hills: of walking and ridings; <BR>or wheat-ear and barley-corn, of sowing and of reaping; <BR>queer tales from Bree, and talk at smithy, mill, and cheaping; <BR>rumours in whispering trees, south-wind in the larches, <BR>tall Watchers by the Ford, Shadows on the marshes. <BR>Old Maggot slept at last in chair beside the embers. <BR>Ere dawn Tom was gone: as dreams one half remembers, <BR>some merry, some sad, and some of hidden warnings. <BR>None heard the door unlocked; a shower of rain at morning <BR>his footprints washed away, at Mithe he left no traces, <BR>at Hays-end they heard no song nor sound of heavy paces. <BR>Three days his boat lay by the hythe at Grindwall, <BR>and then one morn was gone back up Withywindle. <BR>Otter-folk, hobbits said, came by night and loosed her, <BR>dragged he over weir, and up stream they pushed her. <BR>Out from Elvet-isle Old Swan came sailing, <BR>in beak took her painter up in the water trailing, <BR>drew her proudly on; otters swan beside her <BR>round old Willow-man's crooked roots to guide her; <BR>the King's fisher perched on bow, on thwart the wren was singing, <BR>merrily the cockle-boat homeward they were bringing. <BR>To Tom's creek they came at last. Otter-lad said 'Whish now! <BR>What's a coot without his legs, or a finless fish now?' <BR>O! silly-sallow-willow-stream! The oars they'd left him behind them! <BR>Long they lay at Grindwall hythe for Tom to come and find them. <BR></FONT></FONT>