Аліса в Задзеркаллі

           ‘Imustdoitmyself,then,’saidtheRedQueen,andshebegan:

           ‘Hush-a-bylady,inAlice’slap!

           Tillthefeast’sready,we’vetimeforanap:

           Whenthefeast’sover,we’llgototheball—

           RedQueen,andWhiteQueen,andAlice,andall!

           ‘Andnowyouknowthewords,’sheadded,assheputherheaddownonAlice’sothershoulder,‘justsingitthroughtome.I’mgettingsleepy,too.’InanothermomentbothQueenswerefastasleep,andsnoringloud.

           ‘WhatamItodo?’exclaimedAlice,lookingaboutingreatperplexity,asfirstoneroundhead,andthentheother,rolleddownfromhershoulder,andlaylikeaheavylumpinherlap.‘Idon’tthinkiteverhappenedbefore,thatanyonehadtotakecareoftwoQueensasleepatonce!No,notinalltheHistoryofEngland—itcouldn’t,youknow,becausethereneverwasmorethanoneQueenatatime.‘Dowakeup,youheavythings!’shewentoninanimpatienttone;buttherewasnoanswerbutagentlesnoring.

           Thesnoringgotmoredistincteveryminute,andsoundedmorelikeatune:atlastshecouldevenmakeoutthewords,andshelistenedsoeagerlythat,whenthetwogreatheadsvanishedfromherlap,shehardlymissedthem.

           ShewasstandingbeforeanarcheddoorwayoverwhichwerethewordsQueenAliceinlargeletters,andoneachsideofthearchtherewasabell-handle;onewasmarked‘Visitors’Bell,’andtheother‘Servants’Bell.’