"Terry Pratchett. A Hat Full Of Sky " - читать интересную книгу автора

Hag:a witch, of any age
Hogging/Haggling:anything a witch does
Hiddlins:secrets
Mudlim:useless person
Pished:I am assured that this means tired'.
Scunner:a generally unpleasant person
Scuggam:a really unpleasant person
Ships:woolly things that cat grass and go baa. Easily confused with the
other kind.
Spavie:sec Mudlin
Special Sheep Liniment:probably moonshine whisky, I am very sorry to
say. No one knows what itd do to sheep, but it is said that a drop of it is
good for shepherds on a cold winters night and for Feegles at any time at
all. Do not try to make this at home.
Waily:a general cry of despair


Chapter One. Leaving

It came crackling over the hills, like an invisible fog. Movement
without a body tired it, and it drifted very slowly. It wasnt thinking now.
It had been months since it had last thought, because the brain that was
doing the thinking for it had died. They always died. So now it was naked
again, and frightened.
It could hide in one of the blobby white creatures that baad nervously
as it crawled over the turf But they had useless brains, capable of thinking
only about grass and making other things that went baa. No. They would not
do. It needed, needed something better, a strong mind, a mind with power, a
mind that could keep it safe.
It searched . . .
The new boots were all wrong. They were stiff and shiny. Shiny boots!
That was disgraceful. Clean boots, that was different. There was nothing
wrong with putting a bit of a polish on boots to keep the wet out. But boots
had to work for a living. They shouldnt shine.
Tiffany Aching, standing on the rug in her bedroom, shook her head.
Shed have to scuff the things as soon as possible.
Then there was the new straw hat, with a ribbon on it. She had some
doubts about that, too.
She tried to look at herself in the mirror, which wasnt easy because
the mirror was not much bigger than her hand, and cracked and blotchy. She
had to move it around to try and see as much of herself as possible and
remember how the bits fitted together.
But today . . . well, she didnt usually do this sort of thing in the
house, but it was important to look smart today, and since no one was around
. . .
She put the mirror down on the rickety table by the bed, stood in the
middle of the threadbare rug, shut her eyes and said:
See me.

And away on the hills something, a thing with no body and no mind but a