Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Looking-Glass house
Theveryfirstthingshedidwastolookwhethertherewasafireinthefireplace,andshewasquitepleasedtofindthattherewasarealone,blazingawayasbrightlyastheoneshehadleftbehind.‘SoIshallbeaswarmhereasIwasintheoldroom,’thoughtAlice:‘warmer,infact,becausethere’llbenooneheretoscoldmeawayfromthefire.Oh,whatfunit’llbe,whentheyseemethroughtheglassinhere,andcan’tgetatme!’
Thenshebeganlookingabout,andnoticedthatwhatcouldbeseenfromtheoldroomwasquitecommonanduninteresting,butthatalltherestwasasdifferentaspossible.Forinstance,thepicturesonthewallnextthefireseemedtobeallalive,andtheveryclockonthechimney-piece(youknowyoucanonlyseethebackofitintheLooking-glass)hadgotthefaceofalittleoldman,andgrinnedather.
‘Theydon’tkeepthisroomsotidyastheother,’Alicethoughttoherself,asshenoticedseveralofthechessmendowninthehearthamongthecinders:butinanothermoment,withalittle‘Oh!’ofsurprise,shewasdownonherhandsandkneeswatchingthem.Thechessmenwerewalkingabout,twoandtwo!
‘HerearetheRedKingandtheRedQueen,’Alicesaid(inawhisper,forfearoffrighteningthem),‘andtherearetheWhiteKingandtheWhiteQueensittingontheedgeoftheshovel—andherearetwocastleswalkingarminarm—Idon’tthinktheycanhearme,’shewenton,assheputherheadcloserdown,‘andI’mnearlysuretheycan’tseeme.
