Вітер у вербах

           Helookedabouthimandfoundhewasonawidecommon,dottedwithpatchesofgorseandbrambleasfarashecouldsee.Nearhimstoodadingygipsycaravan,andbesideitamanwassittingonabucketturnedupsidedown,verybusysmokingandstaringintothewideworld.Afireofstickswasburningnearby,andoverthefirehunganironpot,andoutofthatpotcameforthbubblingsandgurglings,andavaguesuggestivesteaminess.Alsosmells—warm,rich,andvariedsmells—thattwinedandtwistedandwreathedthemselvesatlastintoonecomplete,voluptuous,perfectsmellthatseemedliketheverysoulofNaturetakingformandappearingtoherchildren,atrueGoddess,amotherofsolaceandcomfort.Toadnowknewwellthathehadnotbeenreallyhungrybefore.Whathehadfeltearlierinthedayhadbeenameretriflingqualm.Thiswastherealthingatlast,andnomistake;anditwouldhavetobedealtwithspeedily,too,ortherewouldbetroubleforsomebodyorsomething.Helookedthegipsyovercarefully,wonderingvaguelywhetheritwouldbeeasiertofighthimorcajolehim.Sotherehesat,andsniffedandsniffed,andlookedatthegipsy;andthegipsysatandsmoked,andlookedathim.

           Presentlythegipsytookhispipeoutofhismouthandremarkedinacarelessway,"Wanttosellthattherehorseofyours?"

           Toadwascompletelytakenaback.