Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Looking-Glass house
IfeelsomehowasifIwereinvisible—’
HeresomethingbegansqueakingonthetablebehindAlice,andmadeherturnherheadjustintimetoseeoneoftheWhitePawnsrolloverandbeginkicking:shewatcheditwithgreatcuriositytoseewhatwouldhappennext.
‘Itisthevoiceofmychild!’theWhiteQueencriedoutassherushedpasttheKing,soviolentlythatsheknockedhimoveramongthecinders.‘MypreciousLily!Myimperialkitten!’andshebeganscramblingwildlyupthesideofthefender.
‘Imperialfiddlestick!’saidtheKing,rubbinghisnose,whichhadbeenhurtbythefall.HehadarighttobealittleannoyedwiththeQueen,forhewascoveredwithashesfromheadtofoot.
Alicewasveryanxioustobeofuse,and,asthepoorlittleLilywasnearlyscreamingherselfintoafit,shehastilypickeduptheQueenandsetheronthetablebythesideofhernoisylittledaughter.
TheQueengasped,andsatdown:therapidjourneythroughtheairhadquitetakenawayherbreathandforaminuteortwoshecoulddonothingbuthugthelittleLilyinsilence.Assoonasshehadrecoveredherbreathalittle,shecalledouttotheWhiteKing,whowassittingsulkilyamongtheashes,‘Mindthevolcano!’
‘Whatvolcano?’saidtheKing,lookingupanxiouslyintothefire,asifhethoughtthatwasthemostlikelyplacetofindone.
‘Blew—me—up,’pantedtheQueen,whowasstillalittleoutofbreath.
