Алиса в зазеркалье
The Garden of Live Flowers
‘It’smyopinionthatyouneverthinkatall,’theRosesaidinaratherseveretone.
‘Ineversawanybodythatlookedstupider,’aVioletsaid,sosuddenly,thatAlicequitejumped;forithadn’tspokenbefore.
‘Holdyourtongue!’criedtheTiger-lily.‘Asifyoueversawanybody!Youkeepyourheadundertheleaves,andsnoreawaythere,tillyouknownomorewhat’sgoingonintheworld,thanifyouwereabud!’
‘Arethereanymorepeopleinthegardenbesidesme?’Alicesaid,notchoosingtonoticetheRose’slastremark.
‘There’soneotherflowerinthegardenthatcanmoveaboutlikeyou,’saidtheRose.‘Iwonderhowyoudoit—’(‘You’realwayswondering,’saidtheTiger-lily),‘butshe’smorebushythanyouare.’
‘Isshelikeme?’Aliceaskedeagerly,forthethoughtcrossedhermind,‘There’sanotherlittlegirlinthegarden,somewhere!’
‘Well,shehasthesameawkwardshapeasyou,’theRosesaid,‘butshe’sredder—andherpetalsareshorter,Ithink.’
‘Herpetalsaredoneupclose,almostlikeadahlia,’theTiger-lilyinterrupted:‘nottumbledaboutanyhow,likeyours.’
‘Butthat’snotyourfault,’theRoseaddedkindly:‘you’rebeginningtofade,youknow—andthenonecan’thelpone’spetalsgettingalittleuntidy.’
Alicedidn’tlikethisideaatall:so,tochangethesubject,sheasked‘Doessheevercomeouthere?’
‘Idaresayyou’llseehersoon,’saidtheRose.‘She’soneofthethornykind.’
