shallow [ΛΚΓ¦lΗΚ] noise [nΙΙͺz] sunlight [ΛsΚnlaΙͺt]
They did not sing or tell stories that day, even though the weather improved; nor the next day, nor the day after. They had begun to feel that danger was not far away on either side. They camped under the stars, and their horses had more to eat than they had; for there was plenty of grass, but there was not much in their bags, even with what they had got from the trolls. One morning they forded a river at a wide shallow place full of the noise of stones and foam. The far bank was steep and slippery. When they got to the top of it, leading their ponies, they saw that the great mountains had marched down very near to them. Already they I seemed only a dayβs easy journey from the feet of the nearest. Dark and drear it looked, though there were patches of sunlight on its brown sides, and behind its shoulders the tips of snow-peaks gleamed.
βIs that The Mountain (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΠΎΡΠ°)?β asked Bilbo in a solemn voice (ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠΈΠ»ΡΠ±ΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ), looking at it with round eyes (Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Ρ Π½Π° Π½Π΅Π΅ ΠΊΡΡΠ³Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°ΠΌΠΈ). He had never seen a thing (ΠΎΠ½ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ) that looked so big before (ΡΡΠΎ Π±Ρ Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΠΌ ΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΠ΅).
βOf course not (ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π΅Ρ)!β said Balin. βThat is only the beginning of the Misty Mountains (ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ ΠΠ³Π»ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΠΎΡ), and we have to get through (ΠΈ ΠΌΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΡΠΊΠ²ΠΎΠ·Ρ), or over (ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄), or under those somehow (ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ), before we can come into Wilderland beyond (Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΡ ΡΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΡΠ°Ρ Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ). And it is a deal of a way (Π΄Π° Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ΄Ρ Π·Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ² ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΡΡ; deal β /ΡΠ°Π·Π³. / Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ΅ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ, ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠ°, ΠΊΡΡΠ°) even from the other side of them (Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎΡ ΠΈΡ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Ρ) to the Lonely Mountain (Π΄ΠΎ ΠΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΠΎΡΡ) in the East (Π½Π° ΠΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ΅) where Smaug lies on our treasure (Π³Π΄Π΅ Π‘ΠΌΠ°ΡΠ³ Π·Π°Π»Π΅Π³ Π½Π° Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΠ°Ρ ). β
βO!β said Bilbo, and just at that moment (ΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°Π· Π² ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠΉ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ) he felt more fared (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π²ΡΠΈΠΌΡΡ; to fare β ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΠΆΠΈΡΡ, Π΅Ρ Π°ΡΡ) than he ever remembered feeling before (ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΈΠ»). He was thinking once again (ΠΎΠ½ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π» ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°; once again β Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π·) of his comfortable chair (ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ»Π΅) before the fire (ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΌ) in his favourite sitting-room (Π² Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΌΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ) in his hobbit-hole (Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ Ρ ΠΎΠ±Π±ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΡΠ΅), and of the kettle singing (ΠΈ ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ΅). Not for the last time (ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Π² ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ°Π·)!
solemn [ΛsΙlΗm] through [Ζru: ] favourite [ΛfeΙͺv (Η) rΙͺt]
βIs that The Mountain?β asked Bilbo in a solemn voice, looking at it with round eyes. He had never seen a thing that looked so big before.
βOf course not!β said Balin. βThat is only the beginning of the Misty Mountains, and we have to get through, or over, or under those somehow, before we can come into Wilderland beyond. And it is a deal of a way even from the other side of them to the Lonely Mountain in the East Where Smaug lies on our treasure. β
βO!β said Bilbo, and just at that moment he felt more fared than he ever remembered feeling before. He was thinking once again of his comfortable chair before the fire in his favourite sitting-room in his hobbit-hole, and of the kettle singing. Not for the last time!
Now Gandalf led the way (ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΡΠ½Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π» Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π» Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Ρ).
βWe must not miss the road (ΠΌΡ Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Ρ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠΏΠ°ΡΡ Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠΏΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠΈ; to miss β ΠΏΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Ρ Π½ΡΡΡΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΡΡ), or we shall be done for (Π° ΡΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΌ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΊΡΡΡΠΊΠ°; to do for smb., smth. β Π³ΡΠ±ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΈΡΡ), β he said. βWe need food (Π½Π°ΠΌ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½Π° ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°), for one thing (ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ), and rest in reasonable safety (ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ΄ΡΡ Π² ΡΠ°Π·ΡΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π±Π΅Π·ΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ) β also it is very necessary (ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΌΠΎ) to tackle the Misty Mountains by the proper path (ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΊ ΠΠ³Π»ΠΈΡΡΡΠΌ ΠΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΠΏΠ΅; totackle β ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠ·ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ /tackle β ΡΠ½Π°ΡΡΠΈ/; /ΡΠ½Π΅ΡΠ³ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎ/ Π±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ), or else you will get lost in them (ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ, Π² ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅, Π²Ρ Π·Π°Π±Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π² Π½ΠΈΡ ), and have to come back (ΠΈ /Π²Π°ΠΌ/ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠ·Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ) and start at the beginning again (ΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠ½Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π°) (if you ever get back at all (Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π²Ρ Π²ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ)). β
They asked him (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ) where he was making for (ΠΊΡΠ΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ»ΡΡ; to make for β ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ, Π΄Π²ΠΈΠ³Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π² ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΌ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ), and he answered (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»): βYou are come to the very edge of the Wild (Π²Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΊΡΠ°Ρ ΠΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ /ΠΡΠ°Ρ/), as some of you may know (ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠ· Π²Π°Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡΡ Π·Π½Π°ΡΡ). Hidden somewhere ahead of us (Π·Π°ΠΏΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π³Π΄Π΅-ΡΠΎ Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ ΠΎΡ Π½Π°Ρ) is the fair valley of Rivendell (Π»Π΅ΠΆΠΈΡ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ½Π° Π ΠΈΠ²Π΅Π½Π΄Π΅Π»Π»; fair β ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ, Π±Π»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ) where Elrond lives (Π³Π΄Π΅ ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΠ»ΡΠΎΠ½Π΄) in the Last Homely House (Π² ΠΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½Π΅ΠΌ ΠΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΌ/Π£ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅). I sent a message by my friends (Ρ ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ» ΡΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π΄ΡΡΠ·ΡΡΠΌΠΈ), and we are expected (ΠΈ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡΡ). β
That sounded nice and comforting (ΡΡΠΎ Π·Π²ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΠ΅; nice β Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΉ, ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΡΠΉ, Π·Π΄.: nice and Π²ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»Π°Π³Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ β ΡΠΌΠΎΡ. β ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡΡΠΊΡΠΈΡ), but they had not got there yet (Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ), and it was not so easy (ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π»Π΅Π³ΠΊΠΎ) as it sounds (ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎ Π·Π²ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΎ) to find the Last Homely House (ΠΎΡΡΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡ ΠΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½Π΅Π΅ ΠΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ½Π΅Π΅ ΠΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅) west of the Mountains (ΠΊ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Ρ ΠΎΡ ΠΠΎΡ). There seemed to be no trees (ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ΅Π²) and no valleys (ΠΈ Π½ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ½) and no hills (ΠΈ Π½ΠΈ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΠΎΠ²) to break the ground (ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π±Ρ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»ΠΈ; to break β Π»ΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΡ, ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ) in front of them (/Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ/ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ), only one vast slope (ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠ½) going slowly up and up (ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π²ΡΠΈΠΉΡΡ ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΈ Π²ΡΡΠ΅) to meet the feet of the nearest mountain (ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ³Π½ΡΡΡ: Β«Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΡΒ» ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΆΠΈΡ Π±Π»ΠΈΠΆΠ°ΠΉΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΡ), a wide land the colour of heather (ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠΊΠ°Ρ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Ρ, ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ° Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ°) and crumbling rock (ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠΊΠ°Π»Ρ: Β«ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ΡΒ»), with patches (Ρ ΠΊΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»ΠΈ) and slashes (ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π·ΡΠΌΠΈ) of grass-green (ΡΡΠ°Π²ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π·Π΅Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈ) and moss-green (ΠΈ Π·Π΅Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈ ΠΌΡ Π°) showing where water might be (ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΠ΅, Π³Π΄Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»Π° Π±Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠ΄Π°).
reasonable [Λri: z (Η) nΗb (Η) l] path [pΙ: Ζ] wild [waΙͺld] hidden [hΙͺdn] heather [ΛheΓ°Η] crumbling [ΛkrΚmblΙͺΕ]
Now Gandalf led the way. βWe must not miss the road, or we shall be done for, β he said.
βWe need food, for one thing, and rest in reasonable safety β also it is very necessary to tackle the Misty Mountains by the proper path, or else you will get lost in them, and have to come back and start at the beginning again (if you ever get back at all). β
They asked him where he was making for, and he answered:
βYou are come to the very edge of the Wild, as some of you may know. Hidden somewhere ahead of us is the fair valley of Rivendell where Elrond lives in the Last Homely House. I sent a message by my friends, and we are expected. β
That sounded nice and comforting, but they had not got there yet, and it was not so easy as it sounds to find the Last Homely House west of the Mountains. There seemed to be no trees and no valleys and no hills to break the ground in front of them, only one vast slope going slowly up and up to meet the feet of the nearest mountain, a wide land the colour of heather and crumbling rock, with patches and slashes of grass-green and moss-green showing where water might be.
Morning passed (ΡΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ), afternoon came (Π½Π°ΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΠ» ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ); but in all the silent waste (Π½ΠΎ Π²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠΎ Π±Π΅ΡΡΡΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΡΡΠΎΡΠΈ) there was no sign of any dwelling (Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ). They were growing anxious (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΡΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ), for they now saw (ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΈ) that the house might be hidden almost anywhere (ΡΡΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ Π±Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ ΡΠΏΡΡΡΠ°Π½ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ Π² Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅) between them and the mountains (ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ). They came on unexpected valleys (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π° Π½Π΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ½Ρ), narrow with deep sides (ΡΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠ΅, Ρ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠ½Π°ΠΌΠΈ), that opened suddenly at their feet (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ Ρ ΠΈΡ Π½ΠΎΠ³), and they looked down (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·) surprised to see trees below them (ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ /ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡΠΈΠ΅/ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅ ΠΈΡ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΡ) and running water at the bottom (ΠΈ Π±Π΅Π³ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈ: Β«Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΡΒ» ΡΠ°ΠΌ, Π² Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΠ½Π΅; bottom β Π½ΠΈΠ·, Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ½ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ). There were gullies (Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈ Π»ΠΎΡΠΈΠ½Ρ) that they could almost leap over (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΡΠ³Π½ΡΡΡ); but very deep (Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠΆ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΊΠΈΠ΅) with waterfalls in them (Ρ Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°ΠΌΠΈ Π²Π½ΡΡΡΠΈ Π½ΠΈΡ ). There were dark ravines (Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡ) that one could neither jump (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ Π½ΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ Π±Ρ Π½ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΡΠ³Π½ΡΡΡ) nor climb into (Π½ΠΈ Π²Π·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ /Π² Π½ΠΈΡ /). There were bogs (Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈ ΡΡΡΡΠΈΠ½Ρ), some of them green pleasant places to look at (Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ β Π·Π΅Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈ, Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡΡ) with flowers growing bright and tall (Ρ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΠ½ΠΎ: Β«Π²ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠΎΒ» ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ /Π½Π° Π½ΠΈΡ /); but a pony (Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈ) that walked there with a pack on its back (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π» Π±Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌ, Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ»Π°ΠΆΠ΅ΠΉ Π½Π° ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½Π΅) would never have come out again (Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π±Ρ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° Π½Π΅ Π²ΡΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ). It was indeed (Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π°) a much wider land (Π³ΠΎΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠΊΠ°Ρ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Ρ) from the ford to the mountains (ΠΎΡ Π±ΡΠΎΠ΄Π° Π΄ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡ) than ever you would have guessed (ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²Ρ Π±Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΡΡ). Bilbo was astonished (ΠΠΈΠ»ΡΠ±ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅Π½). The only path was marked with white stones (Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠΏΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π° Π±Π΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ) some of which were small (Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ°Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠΊΠΈΠ΅), and others were half covered with moss or heather (Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΡΡΡ ΠΌΡ ΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ). Altogether it was a very slow business (Π² ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎΠΌ) following the track (ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΏΡΡΠΈ), even guided by Gandalf (Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΠΡΠ½Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡΠ°; to guide β Π±ΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌ, Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΡΡ), who seemed to know his way about pretty well (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ Π·Π½Π°Π» ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΡΡ).