Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Tweedledum And Tweedledee
‘Selfishthings!’thoughtAlice,andshewasjustgoingtosay‘Good-night’andleavethem,whenTweedledumsprangoutfromundertheumbrellaandseizedherbythewrist.
‘Doyouseethat?’hesaid,inavoicechokingwithpassion,andhiseyesgrewlargeandyellowallinamoment,ashepointedwithatremblingfingeratasmallwhitethinglyingunderthetree.
‘It’sonlyarattle,’Alicesaid,afteracarefulexaminationofthelittlewhitething.‘NotarattleSNAKE,youknow,’sheaddedhastily,thinkingthathewasfrightened:onlyanoldrattle—quiteoldandbroken.’
‘Iknewitwas!’criedTweedledum,beginningtostampaboutwildlyandtearhishair.‘It’sspoilt,ofcourse!’HerehelookedatTweedledee,whoimmediatelysatdownontheground,andtriedtohidehimselfundertheumbrella.
Alicelaidherhanduponhisarm,andsaidinasoothingtone,‘Youneedn’tbesoangryaboutanoldrattle.’
‘Butitisn’told!’Tweedledumcried,inagreaterfurythanever.‘It’snew,Itellyou—Iboughtityesterday—mynicenewrattle!’andhisvoicerosetoaperfectscream.
AllthistimeTweedledeewastryinghisbesttofolduptheumbrella,withhimselfinit:whichwassuchanextraordinarythingtodo,thatitquitetookoffAlice’sattentionfromtheangrybrother.
