Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Looking-Glass house
However,shecouldfindnothingbutabottleofink,andwhenshegotbackwithitshefoundhehadrecovered,andheandtheQueenweretalkingtogetherinafrightenedwhisper—solow,thatAlicecouldhardlyhearwhattheysaid.
TheKingwassaying,‘Iassure,youmydear,Iturnedcoldtotheveryendsofmywhiskers!’
TowhichtheQueenreplied,‘Youhaven’tgotanywhiskers.’
‘Thehorrorofthatmoment,’theKingwenton,‘Ishallnever,neverforget!’
‘Youwill,though,’theQueensaid,‘ifyoudon’tmakeamemorandumofit.’
AlicelookedonwithgreatinterestastheKingtookanenormousmemorandum-bookoutofhispocket,andbeganwriting.Asuddenthoughtstruckher,andshetookholdoftheendofthepencil,whichcamesomewayoverhisshoulder,andbeganwritingforhim.
ThepoorKinglookedpuzzledandunhappy,andstruggledwiththepencilforsometimewithoutsayinganything;butAlicewastoostrongforhim,andatlasthepantedout,‘Mydear!Ireallymustgetathinnerpencil.Ican’tmanagethisoneabit;itwritesallmannerofthingsthatIdon’tintend—’
‘Whatmannerofthings?’saidtheQueen,lookingoverthebook(inwhichAlicehadput‘theWhiteKnightisslidingdownthepoker.
