Думается вот про это сейчас.I wonder what sort of a tale we’ve fallen into?”
“I wonder,” said Frodo, “But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale.
Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it
is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t
want them to.”
“No, sir, of course not. Beren now, he never thought he was going to get that
Silmaril from the Iron Crown in Thangorodrim, and yet he did, and that was a
worse place and a blacker danger than ours. But that’s a long tale, of course, and
goes on past the happiness and into grief and beyond it, and the Silmaril went on
and came to Eärendil. And why, sir, I never thought of that before! We’ve got,
you’ve got some of the light of it in that star-glass that the Lady gave you! Why,
to think of it, we’re in the same tale still! It’s going on. Don’t the great tales never
end?”
“No, they never end as tales,” said Frodo, “But the people in them come, and
go when their part’s ended. Our part will end later or sooner.”
читать дальше“And then we can have some rest and some sleep,” said Sam. He laughed
grimly. “And I mean just that, Mr. Frodo. I mean plain ordinary rest, and sleep,
and waking up to a morning’s work in the garden. I’m afraid that’s all I’m
hoping for all the time. All the big important plans are not for my sort. Still, I
wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We’re in one, or course; but I
mean; put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big
book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say
‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring!’ And they’ll say ‘Yes, that’s one of my
favourite stories. Frodo was very brave, wasn’t he, dad?’ ‘Yes, my boy, the
famousest of the hobbits, and that’s saying a lot’.”
“It’s saying a lot too much,” said Frodo, and he laughed, a long clear laugh
from his heart.
Such a sound had not been heard in those places since Sauron came to
Middle-Earth. To Sam suddenly it seemed as if all the stones were listening and
the tall rocks leaning over them. But Frodo did not heed them; he laughed again.
“Why, Sam,” he said, “to hear you somehow makes me as merry as if the
story was already written. But you’ve left out one of the chief characters; Samwise
the stout hearted. ‘I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didn’t they put in
more of his talk, dad? That’s what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo
wouldn’t have got far without Sam, would he, dad?’ ”
“Now, Mr. Frodo,” said Sam, “you shouldn’t make fun. I was serious.”
“So was I,” said Frodo, “and so I am. We’re going on a bit too fast. You and
I, Sam, are still stuck in the worst places of the story, and it is all too likely that
some will say at this point ‘Shut the book now, dad; we don’t want to read any
more’.”
“Maybe,” said Sam, “but I wouldn’t be one to say that."