Аліса в Задзеркаллі
It’s my own Invention
‘Therehegoes!Rightonhisheadasusual!However,hegetsonagainprettyeasily—thatcomesofhavingsomanythingshungroundthehorse—’Soshewentontalkingtoherself,asshewatchedthehorsewalkingleisurelyalongtheroad,andtheKnighttumblingoff,firstononesideandthenontheother.Afterthefourthorfifthtumblehereachedtheturn,andthenshewavedherhandkerchieftohim,andwaitedtillhewasoutofsight.
‘Ihopeitencouragedhim,’shesaid,assheturnedtorundownthehill:‘andnowforthelastbrook,andtobeaQueen!Howgranditsounds!’Averyfewstepsbroughthertotheedgeofthebrook.‘TheEighthSquareatlast!’shecriedassheboundedacross,andthrewherselfdowntorestonalawnassoftasmoss,withlittleflower-bedsdottedaboutithereandthere.‘Oh,howgladIamtogethere!AndwhatIsthisonmyhead?’sheexclaimedinatoneofdismay,assheputherhandsuptosomethingveryheavy,andfittedtightallroundherhead.
‘Buthowcanithavegottherewithoutmyknowingit?’shesaidtoherself,asshelifteditoff,andsetitonherlaptomakeoutwhatitcouldpossiblybe.
Itwasagoldencrown.
