Аліса в Задзеркаллі
Looking-Glass house
‘Mindyoucomeup—theregularway—don’tgetblownup!’
AlicewatchedtheWhiteKingasheslowlystruggledupfrombartobar,tillatlastshesaid,‘Why,you’llbehoursandhoursgettingtothetable,atthatrate.I’dfarbetterhelpyou,hadn’tI?’ButtheKingtooknonoticeofthequestion:itwasquiteclearthathecouldneitherhearhernorseeher.
SoAlicepickedhimupverygently,andliftedhimacrossmoreslowlythanshehadliftedtheQueen,thatshemightn’ttakehisbreathaway:but,beforesheputhimonthetable,shethoughtshemightaswelldusthimalittle,hewassocoveredwithashes.
ShesaidafterwardsthatshehadneverseeninallherlifesuchafaceastheKingmade,whenhefoundhimselfheldintheairbyaninvisiblehand,andbeingdusted:hewasfartoomuchastonishedtocryout,buthiseyesandhismouthwentongettinglargerandlarger,androunderandrounder,tillherhandshooksowithlaughingthatshenearlylethimdropuponthefloor.
‘Oh!pleasedon’tmakesuchfaces,mydear!’shecriedout,quiteforgettingthattheKingcouldn’thearher.‘YoumakemelaughsothatIcanhardlyholdyou!Anddon’tkeepyourmouthsowideopen!Alltheasheswillgetintoit—there,nowIthinkyou’retidyenough!’sheadded,asshesmoothedhishair,andsethimuponthetableneartheQueen.
TheKingimmediatelyfellflatonhisback,andlayperfectlystill:andAlicewasalittlealarmedatwhatshehaddone,andwentroundtheroomtoseeifshecouldfindanywatertothrowoverhim.
