Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Charlie’s Birthday
’Openit,mydear,’GrandmaGeorginasaid.’Pleaseopenit.You’remakingmejumpy.’
Veryslowly,Charlie’sfingersbegantotearopenonesmallcornerofthewrappingpaper.
Theoldpeopleinthebedallleanedforward,craningtheirscraggynecks.
Thensuddenly,asthoughhecouldn’tbearthesuspenseanylonger,Charlietorethewrapperrightdownthemiddle...andontohislap,therefell...alight-browncreamy-colouredbarofchocolate.
TherewasnosignofaGoldenTicketanywhere.
’Well—that’sthat!’saidGrandpaJoebrightly.’It’sjustwhatweexpected.’ Charlielookedup.Fourkindoldfaceswerewatchinghimintentlyfromthebed.Hesmiledatthem,asmallsadsmile,andthenheshruggedhisshouldersandpickedupthechocolatebarandhelditouttohismother,andsaid,’ Here,Mother,haveabit.We’llshareit.Iwanteverybodytotasteit.’
’Certainlynot!’hismothersaid.
Andtheothersallcried,’No,no!Wewouldn’tdreamofit!It’sallyours!’
’Please,’beggedCharlie,turningroundandofferingittoGrandpaJoe.
Butneitherhenoranyoneelsewouldtakeevenatinybit.
’It’stimetogotoschool,mydarling,’MrsBucketsaid,puttinganarmaroundCharlie’sskinnyshoulders.’Comeon,oryou’llbelate.
