It was evening , and the stars were glimmering in the eastern sky as they passed the ruined oak and turned and went on down the hill between the hazel-thickets . Sam was silent , deep in his memories . Presently he became aware that Frodo was singing softly to himself , singing the old walking-song , but the words were not quite the same .
Был вечер, и звезды мерцали на востоке неба, когда они миновали разрушенный дуб, повернули и пошли вниз по холму между зарослями орешника. Сэм молчал, погруженный в свои воспоминания. Вскоре он осознал, что Фродо тихонько пел себе под нос старую прогулочную песню, но слова были другими.
