Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Wool and Water
‘You’llmakemegiddysoon,ifyougoonturningroundlikethat.’Shewasnowworkingwithfourteenpairsatonce,andAlicecouldn’thelplookingatheringreatastonishment.
‘Howcansheknitwithsomany?’thepuzzledchildthoughttoherself.‘Shegetsmoreandmorelikeaporcupineeveryminute!’
‘Canyourow?’theSheepasked,handingherapairofknitting-needlesasshespoke.
‘Yes,alittle—butnotonland—andnotwithneedles—’Alicewasbeginningtosay,whensuddenlytheneedlesturnedintooarsinherhands,andshefoundtheywereinalittleboat,glidingalongbetweenbanks:sotherewasnothingforitbuttodoherbest.
‘Feather!’criedtheSheep,asshetookupanotherpairofneedles.
Thisdidn’tsoundlikearemarkthatneededanyanswer,soAlicesaidnothing,butpulledaway.Therewassomethingveryqueeraboutthewater,shethought,aseverynowandthentheoarsgotfastinit,andwouldhardlycomeoutagain.
‘Feather!Feather!’theSheepcriedagain,takingmoreneedles.‘You’llbecatchingacrabdirectly.’
‘Adearlittlecrab!’thoughtAlice.‘Ishouldlikethat.’
‘Didn’tyouhearmesay"Feather"?’theSheepcriedangrily,takingupquiteabunchofneedles.
‘IndeedIdid,’saidAlice:‘you’vesaiditveryoften—andveryloud.Please,wherearethecrabs?’
‘Inthewater,ofcourse!’saidtheSheep,stickingsomeoftheneedlesintoherhair,asherhandswerefull.
