Аліса в Задзеркаллі

           Thistookaverylongtimetomanage,thoughAliceheldthebagopenverycarefully,becausetheKnightwassoveryawkwardinputtinginthedish:thefirsttwoorthreetimesthathetriedhefellinhimselfinstead.‘It’sratheratightfit,yousee,’hesaid,astheygotitinalast;‘Therearesomanycandlesticksinthebag.’Andhehungittothesaddle,whichwasalreadyloadedwithbunchesofcarrots,andfire-irons,andmanyotherthings.

           ‘Ihopeyou’vegotyourhairwellfastenedon?’hecontinued,astheysetoff.

           ‘Onlyintheusualway,’Alicesaid,smiling.

           ‘That’shardlyenough,’hesaid,anxiously.‘Youseethewindissoverystronghere.It’sasstrongassoup.’

           ‘Haveyouinventedaplanforkeepingthehairfrombeingblownoff?’Aliceenquired.

           ‘Notyet,’saidtheKnight.‘ButI’vegotaplanforkeepingitfromfallingoff.’

           ‘Ishouldliketohearit,verymuch.’

           ‘Firstyoutakeanuprightstick,’saidtheKnight.‘Thenyoumakeyourhaircreepupit,likeafruit-tree.Nowthereasonhairfallsoffisbecauseithangsdown—thingsneverfallupwards,youknow.It’saplanofmyowninvention.Youmaytryitifyoulike.’

           Itdidn’tsoundacomfortableplan,Alicethought,andforafewminutesshewalkedoninsilence,puzzlingovertheidea,andeverynowandthenstoppingtohelpthepoorKnight,whocertainlywasnotagoodrider.