He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it did not seem of any particular use at the moment. He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home — for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.
He could not think what to do; nor could he think what had happened; or why he had been left behind; or why, if he had been left behind, the goblins had not caught him; or even why his head was so sore. The truth was he had been lying quiet, out of sight and out of mind, in a very dark corner for a long while.
After some time (после какого-то времени) he felt for his pipe (он стал нащупывать свою трубку). It was not broken (она не была сломана), and that was something (и это было уже кое-что). Then he felt for his pouch (затем он нащупал свой кисет), and there was some tobacco in it (и в нем было еще немного табаку), and that was something more (и это было уже кое-что больше). Then he felt for matches (затем он нащупывал спички) and he could not find any at all (и он не мог найти ни одной, совсем ни одной), and that shattered his hopes completely (и это разбило его надежды полностью). Just as well for him (пожалуй, и к лучшему для него), as he agreed (пришел он к такому мнению) when he came to his senses (когда он пришел в себя;
pouch [paʋtʃ] crushed [krʌʃt] breeches [ˈbri: tʃɪz, ˈbrɪtʃɪz]
After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely. Just as well for him, as he agreed when he came to his senses. Goodness knows what the striking of matches and the smell of tobacco would have brought on him out of dark holes in that horrible place. Still at the moment he felt very crushed. But in slapping all his pockets and feeling all round himself for matches his hand came on the hilt of his little sword — the little dagger that he got from the trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor do the goblins seem to have noticed it, as he wore it inside his breeches.