Аліса в Задзеркаллі
The Garden of Live Flowers
Thatwouldbenonsense—’
TheRedQueenshookherhead,‘Youmaycallit"nonsense"ifyoulike,’shesaid,‘butI’veheardnonsense,comparedwithwhichthatwouldbeassensibleasadictionary!’
Alicecurtseyedagain,asshewasafraidfromtheQueen’stonethatshewasalittleoffended:andtheywalkedoninsilencetilltheygottothetopofthelittlehill.
ForsomeminutesAlicestoodwithoutspeaking,lookingoutinalldirectionsoverthecountry—andamostcuriouscountryitwas.Therewereanumberoftinylittlebrooksrunningstraightacrossitfromsidetoside,andthegroundbetweenwasdividedupintosquaresbyanumberoflittlegreenhedges,thatreachedfrombrooktobrook.
‘Ideclareit’smarkedoutjustlikealargechessboard!’Alicesaidatlast.‘Thereoughttobesomemenmovingaboutsomewhere—andsothereare!’Sheaddedinatoneofdelight,andherheartbegantobeatquickwithexcitementasshewenton.‘It’sagreathugegameofchessthat’sbeingplayed—allovertheworld—ifthisIstheworldatall,youknow.Oh,whatfunitis!HowIwishIwasoneofthem!Iwouldn’tmindbeingaPawn,ifonlyImightjoin—thoughofcourseIshouldliketobeaQueen,best.’
SheglancedrathershylyattherealQueenasshesaidthis,buthercompaniononlysmiledpleasantly,andsaid,‘That’seasilymanaged.
