Вітер у вербах
“Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears”
Thefactis,whileIwashangingontotheedgeofyourholeandgettingmybreath,Ihadasuddenidea—areallybrilliantidea—connectedwithmotor-boats—there,there!don’ttakeonso,oldchap,andstamp,andupsetthings;itwasonlyanidea,andwewon’ttalkanymoreaboutitnow.We’llhaveourcoffee,andasmoke,andaquietchat,andthenI’mgoingtostrollquietlydowntoToadHall,andgetintoclothesofmyown,andsetthingsgoingagainontheoldlines.I’vehadenoughofadventures.Ishallleadaquiet,steady,respectablelife,potteringaboutmyproperty,andimprovingit,anddoingalittlelandscapegardeningattimes.Therewillalwaysbeabitofdinnerformyfriendswhentheycometoseeme;andIshallkeepapony-chaisetojogaboutthecountryin,justasIusedtointhegoodolddays,beforeIgotrestless,andwantedtodothings."
"StrollquietlydowntoToadHall?"criedtheRat,greatlyexcited."Whatareyoutalkingabout?Doyoumeantosayyouhaven’theard?"
"Heardwhat?"saidToad,turningratherpale."Goon,Ratty!Quick!Don’tspareme!Whathaven’tIheard?"
"Doyoumeantotellme,"shoutedtheRat,thumpingwithhislittlefistuponthetable,"thatyou’veheardnothingabouttheStoatsandWeasels?"
"What,theWildWooders?"criedToad,tremblingineverylimb.
