Вітер у вербах
“Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears”
Theywereallasnervousandflusteredascouldbe,runningallwaysatonce,andfallingovereachother,andeveryonegivingorderstoeverybodyelseandnotlistening;andtheSergeantkeptsendingoffpartiesofstoatstodistantpartsofthegrounds,andthensendingotherfellowstofetch’embackagain;andIheardthemsayingtoeachother,‘That’sjustliketheweasels;they’retostopcomfortablyinthebanqueting-hall,andhavefeastingandtoastsandsongsandallsortsoffun,whilewemuststayonguardinthecoldandthedark,andintheendbecuttopiecesbybloodthirstyBadgers!’"
"Oh,yousillyass,Mole!"criedToad,"You’vebeenandspoilteverything!"
"Mole,"saidtheBadger,inhisdry,quietway,"Iperceiveyouhavemoresenseinyourlittlefingerthansomeotheranimalshaveinthewholeoftheirfatbodies.Youhavemanagedexcellently,andIbegintohavegreathopesofyou.GoodMole!CleverMole!"
TheToadwassimplywildwithjealousy,moreespeciallyashecouldn’tmakeoutforthelifeofhimwhattheMolehaddonethatwassoparticularlyclever;but,fortunatelyforhim,beforehecouldshowtemperorexposehimselftotheBadger’ssarcasm,thebellrangforluncheon