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This one's from the chapter "Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit." Here's the original text:

'Stew the rabbits!' squealed Gollum in dismay. 'Spoil beautiful meat Smeagol saved for you, poor hungry Smeagol! What for? What for, silly hobbit? They are young, they are tender, they are nice. Eat them, eat them!' He clawed at the nearest rabbit, already skinned and lying by the fire.
'Now, now!' said Sam. 'Each to his own fashion. Our bread chokes you, and raw coney chokes me. If you give me a coney, the coney's mine, see, to cook, if I have a mind. And I have. You needn't watch me. Go and catch another and eat it as you fancy – somewhere private and out o' my sight. Then you won't see the fire, and I shan't see you, and we'll both be the happier. I'll see the fire don't smoke, if that's any comfort to you.'
Gollum withdrew grumbling, and crawled into the fern. Sam busied himself with his pans. 'What a hobbit needs with coney,' he said to himself, 'is some herbs and roots, especially taters – not to mention bread. Herbs we can manage, seemingly.'
'Gollum!' he called softly. 'Third time pays for all. I want some herbs.' Gollum's head peeped out of the fern, but his looks were neither helpful nor friendly. 'A few bay-leaves, some thyme and sage, will do – before the water boils,' said Sam.
'No!' said Gollum. 'Smeagol is not pleased. And Smeagol doesn't like smelly leaves. He doesn't eat grasses or roots, no precious, not till he's starving or very sick, poor Smeagol. '
'Smeagol'll get into real true hot water, when this water boils, if he don't do as he's asked,' growled Sam. 'Sam'll put his head in it, yes precious. And I'd make him look for turnips and carrots, and taters too, if it was the time o' the year. I'll bet there's all sorts of good things running wild in this country. I'd give a lot for half a dozen taters.'
'Smeagol won't go, O no precious, not this time,' hissed Gollum. 'He's frightened, and he's very tired, and this hobbit's not nice, not nice at all. Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and – taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?'
'Po-ta-toes,' said Sam. 'The Gaffer's delight, and rare good ballast for an empty belly. But you won't find any, so you needn't look. But be good Smeagol and fetch me the herbs, and I'll think better of you. What's more, if you turn over a new leaf, and keep it turned, I'll cook you some taters one of these days, I will: fried fish and chips served by S. Gamgee. You couldn't say no to that.'
'Yes, yes we could. Spoiling nice fish, scorching it. Give me fish now, and keep nassty chips!'
'Oh you're hopeless,' said Sam. 'Go to sleep!'

And here's the translated version:

"Okay," said the bride. "Eat well and enjoy gluten! What have you done foolishly? You can't eat either. Spring is here and it is still hot."
"Now," Sam said. "Your bread is not good, but God with me. Bring a counter to drink. Me: I don't know whether it's illegal. Don't worry, I don't know, we're all happy. If you have time, turn on the lights."
the height of the Gorani. Sam has left the house. "Okay," he said. "Lord, you are the tree of life, the bread of life."
"Mother" is a description. Add vanilla for 3 hours. Great discipline is working, but you don't need to know it. Some herbs and dwarf leaves are cooked in front of the pot.
And he answered: "No: run to the dead. they do not eat dead vegetables and do not eat cassava."
When he thinks about water, when he wants something, the bird falls into clean water. "Sami are rich and they eat sweet potatoes when they sleep. In this article I think they can do all kinds of good things. I am not."
"I think you're tired," he said. "The call ended because it was suspended too quickly, but was not returned. This story is not new. salmon"
“Now I want it too.” We ate a lot of fish. Return quickly to this world!
"Yes, trust me," Sam said. "Are you sleeping?"
Now check. Tobacco saves food! Dear brothers, whatever you do, I see the eyes of the ancients ... the heat of water and death.
"Well," said Sam, "everyone has his own family. "I went, but I was afraid if you gave me a pitcher, you would see a smell in my stomach. This is me, I don't know whether I'm making any sales. When therefore we run, we do not know, we all play. If it is empty, take care not to smoke.
Topham river. This is Siam. he said yes.

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