Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
The Television-Chocolate Room
’Ithastobebig,’MrWonkaexplained, ’becausewheneveryousendsomethingbytelevision,italwayscomesoutmuchsmallerthanitwaswhenitwentin. Evenwithordinarytelevision,whenyouphotographabigman,henevercomesoutonyourscreenanytallerthanapencil,doeshe? Herewego,then!Getready!No,no!Stop!Holdeverything!Youthere!MikeTeavee!Standback! You’retooclosetothecamera!Therearedangerousrayscomingoutofthatthing! Theycouldbreakyouupintoamilliontinypiecesinonesecond! That’swhytheOompa-Loompasarewearingspacesuits!Thesuitsprotectthem! Allright!That’sbetter!Now,then!Switchon!’
OneoftheOompa-Loompascaughtholdofalargeswitchandpulleditdown.
Therewasablindingflash.
’Thechocolate’sgone!’shoutedGrandpaJoe,wavinghisarms.
Hewasquiteright!Thewholeenormousbarofchocolatehaddisappearedcompletelyintothinair!
’It’sonitsway!’criedMrWonka. ’Itisnowrushingthroughtheairaboveourheadsinamilliontinypieces.Quick!Comeoverhere!’ Hedashedovertotheotherendoftheroomwherethelargetelevisionsetwasstanding,andtheothersfollowedhim. ’Watchthescreen!’hecried.’Hereitcomes!Look!’
Thescreenflickeredandlitup. Thensuddenly,asmallbarofchocolateappearedinthemiddleofthescreen.
’Takeit!’shoutedMrWonka,growingmoreandmoreexcited.
