Алиса в зазеркалье
It’s my own Invention
‘Idon’tknow,’Alicesaiddoubtfully.‘Idon’twanttobeanybody’sprisoner.IwanttobeaQueen.’
‘Soyouwill,whenyou’vecrossedthenextbrook,’saidtheWhiteKnight.‘I’llseeyousafetotheendofthewood—andthenImustgoback,youknow.That’stheendofmymove.’
‘Thankyouverymuch,’saidAlice.‘MayIhelpyouoffwithyourhelmet?’Itwasevidentlymorethanhecouldmanagebyhimself;however,shemanagedtoshakehimoutofitatlast.
‘Nowonecanbreathemoreeasily,’saidtheKnight,puttingbackhisshaggyhairwithbothhands,andturninghisgentlefaceandlargemildeyestoAlice.Shethoughtshehadneverseensuchastrange-lookingsoldierinallherlife.
Hewasdressedintinarmour,whichseemedtofithimverybadly,andhehadaqueer-shapedlittledealboxfastenedacrosshisshoulder,upside-down,andwiththelidhangingopen.Alicelookedatitwithgreatcuriosity.
‘Iseeyou’readmiringmylittlebox.’theKnightsaidinafriendlytone.‘It’smyowninvention—tokeepclothesandsandwichesin.YouseeIcarryitupside-down,sothattheraincan’tgetin.’
‘Butthethingscangetout,’Alicegentlyremarked.‘Doyouknowthelid’sopen?’
‘Ididn’tknowit,’theKnightsaid,ashadeofvexationpassingoverhisface.‘Thenallthethingsmuchhavefallenout!Andtheboxisnousewithoutthem.’
