Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Wool and Water
‘Feather,Isay!’
‘Whydoyousay"feather"sooften?’Aliceaskedatlast,rathervexed.‘I’mnotabird!’
‘Youare,’saidtheSheep:‘you’realittlegoose.’
ThisoffendedAlicealittle,sotherewasnomoreconversationforaminuteortwo,whiletheboatglidedgentlyon,sometimesamongbedsofweeds(whichmadetheoarsstickfastinthewater,worsethenever),andsometimesundertrees,butalwayswiththesametallriver-banksfrowningovertheirheads.
‘Oh,please!Therearesomescentedrushes!’Alicecriedinasuddentransportofdelight.‘Therereallyare—andsuchbeauties!’
‘Youneedn’tsay"please"tomeabout’em’theSheepsaid,withoutlookingupfromherknitting:‘Ididn’tput’emthere,andI’mnotgoingtotake’emaway.’
‘No,butImeant—please,maywewaitandpicksome?’Alicepleaded.‘Ifyoudon’tmindstoppingtheboatforaminute.’
‘HowamItostopit?’saidtheSheep.‘Ifyouleaveoffrowing,it’llstopofitself.’
Sotheboatwaslefttodriftdownthestreamasitwould,tillitglidedgentlyinamongthewavingrushes.Andthenthelittlesleeveswerecarefullyrolledup,andthelittlearmswereplungedinelbow-deeptogettherushesagoodlongwaydownbeforebreakingthemoff—andforawhileAliceforgotallabouttheSheepandtheknitting,asshebentoverthesideoftheboat,withjusttheendsofhertangledhairdippingintothewater—whilewithbrighteagereyesshecaughtatonebunchafteranotherofthedarlingscentedrushes.
