Аліса в Задзеркаллі
The Garden of Live Flowers
‘Wheredoesshewearthethorns?’Aliceaskedwithsomecuriosity.
‘Whyallroundherhead,ofcourse,’theRosereplied.‘Iwaswonderingyouhadn’tgotsometoo.Ithoughtitwastheregularrule.’
‘She’scoming!’criedtheLarkspur.‘Ihearherfootstep,thump,thump,thump,alongthegravel-walk!’
Alicelookedroundeagerly,andfoundthatitwastheRedQueen.‘She’sgrownagooddeal!’washerfirstremark.Shehadindeed:whenAlicefirstfoundherintheashes,shehadbeenonlythreeincheshigh—andhereshewas,halfaheadtallerthanAliceherself!
‘It’sthefreshairthatdoesit,’saidtheRose:‘wonderfullyfineairitis,outhere.’
‘IthinkI’llgoandmeether,’saidAlice,for,thoughtheflowerswereinterestingenough,shefeltthatitwouldbefargrandertohaveatalkwitharealQueen.
‘Youcan’tpossiblydothat,’saidtheRose:‘Ishouldadviseyoutowalktheotherway.’
ThissoundednonsensetoAlice,soshesaidnothing,butsetoffatoncetowardstheRedQueen.Tohersurprise,shelostsightofherinamoment,andfoundherselfwalkinginatthefront-dooragain.
Alittleprovoked,shedrewback,andafterlookingeverywhereforthequeen(whomshespiedoutatlast,alongwayoff),shethoughtshewouldtrytheplan,thistime,ofwalkingintheoppositedirection.
Itsucceededbeautifully.ShehadnotbeenwalkingaminutebeforeshefoundherselffacetofacewiththeRedQueen,andfullinsightofthehillshehadbeensolongaimingat.
