Цитаты из книги «Хоббит», страница 11

“Well, are you alive or are you dead?” asked Bilbo quite crossly. Perhaps he had forgotten that he had had at least one good meal more than the dwarves, and also the use of his arms and legs, not to speak of a greater allowance of air. “Are you still in prison, or are you free? If you want food, and if you want to go on with this silly adventure—it’s yours after all and not mine—you had better slap your arms and rub your legs and try and help me get the others out while there is a chance!”

First of all a barrel was cut loose by Bilbo and pushed to the shore and opened. Groans came from inside, and out crept a most unhappy dwarf. Wet straw was in his draggled beard; he was so sore and stiff, so bruised and buffeted he could hardly stand or stumble through the shallow water to lie groaning on the shore. He had a famished and a savage look like a dog that has been chained and forgotten in a kennel for a week. It was Thorin, but you could only have told it by his golden chain, and by the colour of his now dirty and tattered sky-blue hood with its tarnished silver tassel. It was some time before he would be even polite to the hobbit.

“There is always more about you than anyone expects!”

There it is: dwarves are not heroes, but calculating folk with a great idea of the value of money; some are tricky and treacherous and pretty bad lots; some are not, but are decent enough people like Thorin and Company, if you don’t expect too much.

не очень-то вежливо, но его поразили

You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.

Бильбо потом никак не мог вспомнить, каким образом очутился на улице — без шапки, без трости, без денег, без всех тех вещей, которые привык брать с собой, выходя из дому. Оставив второй завтрак недоеденным и посуду после себя невымытой, он сунул Гэндальфу ключи от дома и побежал со всех своих мохнатых ног по улочке мимо большой мельницы, через мост и еще с милю По Ту Сторону Реки.

The treasure is likely to be your death, though the dragon is no more.

"Farewell!" eagles cried, "wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!""May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks", answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

Bilbo slept curled up on the hard rock more soundly than ever he had done on his feather-bed in his own little hole at home. But all night he dreamed of his own house and wandered in his sleep into all his different rooms looking for something that he could not find nor remember what it looked like.