Вітер у вербах
Wayfarers All
"First,wefeelitstirringwithinus,asweetunrest;thenbackcometherecollectionsonebyone,likehomingpigeons.Theyflutterthroughourdreamsatnight,theyflywithusinourwheelingsandcirclingsbyday.Wehungertoinquireofeachother,tocomparenotesandassureourselvesthatitwasallreallytrue,asonebyonethescentsandsoundsandnamesoflong-forgottenplacescomegraduallybackandbeckontous."
"Couldn’tyoustoponforjustthisyear?"suggestedtheWaterRat,wistfully."We’llalldoourbesttomakeyoufeelathome.You’venoideawhatgoodtimeswehavehere,whileyouarefaraway."
"Itried‘stoppingon’oneyear,"saidthethirdswallow."IhadgrownsofondoftheplacethatwhenthetimecameIhungbackandlettheothersgoonwithoutme.Forafewweeksitwasallwellenough,butafterwards,Othewearylengthofthenights!Theshivering,sunlessdays!Theairsoclammyandchill,andnotaninsectinanacreofit!No,itwasnogood;mycouragebrokedown,andonecold,stormynightItookwing,flyingwellinlandonaccountofthestrongeasterlygales.
