Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Looking-Glass house
‘AndhasthouslaintheJabberwock?
Cometomyarms,mybeamishboy!
Ofrabjousday!Callooh!Callay!’
Hechortledinhisjoy.
’Twasbrillig,andtheslithytoves
Didgyreandgimbleinthewabe;
Allmimsyweretheborogoves,
Andthemomerathsoutgrabe.
‘Itseemsverypretty,’shesaidwhenshehadfinishedit,‘butit’sratherhardtounderstand!’(Youseeshedidn’tliketoconfess,evertoherself,thatshecouldn’tmakeitoutatall.)‘Somehowitseemstofillmyheadwithideas—onlyIdon’texactlyknowwhattheyare!However,somebodykilledsomething:that’sclear,atanyrate—’
‘Butoh!’thoughtAlice,suddenlyjumpingup,‘ifIdon’tmakehasteIshallhavetogobackthroughtheLooking-glass,beforeI’veseenwhattherestofthehouseislike!Let’shavealookatthegardenfirst!’Shewasoutoftheroominamoment,andrandownstairs—or,atleast,itwasn’texactlyrunning,butanewinventionofhersforgettingdownstairsquicklyandeasily,asAlicesaidtoherself.Shejustkeptthetipsofherfingersonthehand-rail,andfloatedgentlydownwithouteventouchingthestairswithherfeet;thenshefloatedonthroughthehall,andwouldhavegonestraightoutatthedoorinthesameway,ifshehadn’tcaughtholdofthedoor-post.Shewasgettingalittlegiddywithsomuchfloatingintheair,andwasrathergladtofindherselfwalkingagaininthenaturalway.
