Алиса в зазеркалье

           ‘Selfishthings!’thoughtAlice,andshewasjustgoingtosay‘Good-night’andleavethem,whenTweedledumsprangoutfromundertheumbrellaandseizedherbythewrist.

           ‘Doyouseethat?’hesaid,inavoicechokingwithpassion,andhiseyesgrewlargeandyellowallinamoment,ashepointedwithatremblingfingeratasmallwhitethinglyingunderthetree.

           ‘It’sonlyarattle,’Alicesaid,afteracarefulexaminationofthelittlewhitething.‘NotarattleSNAKE,youknow,’sheaddedhastily,thinkingthathewasfrightened:onlyanoldrattle—quiteoldandbroken.’

           ‘Iknewitwas!’criedTweedledum,beginningtostampaboutwildlyandtearhishair.‘It’sspoilt,ofcourse!’HerehelookedatTweedledee,whoimmediatelysatdownontheground,andtriedtohidehimselfundertheumbrella.

           Alicelaidherhanduponhisarm,andsaidinasoothingtone,‘Youneedn’tbesoangryaboutanoldrattle.’

           ‘Butitisn’told!’Tweedledumcried,inagreaterfurythanever.‘It’snew,Itellyou—Iboughtityesterday—mynicenewrattle!’andhisvoicerosetoaperfectscream.

           AllthistimeTweedledeewastryinghisbesttofolduptheumbrella,withhimselfinit:whichwassuchanextraordinarythingtodo,thatitquitetookoffAlice’sattentionfromtheangrybrother.