Вітер у вербах
Wayfarers All
"GoingSouth,withtherestofthem,"murmuredtheRatinadreamymonotone,neverlookingathim."Seawardsfirstandthenonshipboard,andsototheshoresthatarecallingme!"
Hepressedresolutelyforward,stillwithouthaste,butwithdoggedfixityofpurpose;buttheMole,nowthoroughlyalarmed,placedhimselfinfrontofhim,andlookingintohiseyessawthattheywereglazedandsetandturnedastreakedandshiftinggrey—nothisfriend’seyes,buttheeyesofsomeotheranimal!Grapplingwithhimstronglyhedraggedhiminside,threwhimdown,andheldhim.
TheRatstruggleddesperatelyforafewmoments,andthenhisstrengthseemedsuddenlytoleavehim,andhelaystillandexhausted,withclosedeyes,trembling.PresentlytheMoleassistedhimtoriseandplacedhiminachair,wherehesatcollapsedandshrunkenintohimself,hisbodyshakenbyaviolentshivering,passingintimeintoanhystericalfitofdrysobbing.Molemadethedoorfast,threwthesatchelintoadrawerandlockedit,andsatdownquietlyonthetablebyhisfriend,waitingforthestrangeseizuretopass.GraduallytheRatsankintoatroubleddoze,brokenbystartsandconfusedmurmuringsofthingsstrangeandwildandforeigntotheunenlightenedMole;andfromthathepassedintoadeepslumber.
