Алиса в зазеркалье

           ‘Idon’tknow,’Alicesaiddoubtfully.‘Idon’twanttobeanybody’sprisoner.IwanttobeaQueen.’

           ‘Soyouwill,whenyou’vecrossedthenextbrook,’saidtheWhiteKnight.‘I’llseeyousafetotheendofthewood—andthenImustgoback,youknow.That’stheendofmymove.’

           ‘Thankyouverymuch,’saidAlice.‘MayIhelpyouoffwithyourhelmet?’Itwasevidentlymorethanhecouldmanagebyhimself;however,shemanagedtoshakehimoutofitatlast.

           ‘Nowonecanbreathemoreeasily,’saidtheKnight,puttingbackhisshaggyhairwithbothhands,andturninghisgentlefaceandlargemildeyestoAlice.Shethoughtshehadneverseensuchastrange-lookingsoldierinallherlife.

           Hewasdressedintinarmour,whichseemedtofithimverybadly,andhehadaqueer-shapedlittledealboxfastenedacrosshisshoulder,upside-down,andwiththelidhangingopen.Alicelookedatitwithgreatcuriosity.

           ‘Iseeyou’readmiringmylittlebox.’theKnightsaidinafriendlytone.‘It’smyowninvention—tokeepclothesandsandwichesin.YouseeIcarryitupside-down,sothattheraincan’tgetin.’

           ‘Butthethingscangetout,’Alicegentlyremarked.‘Doyouknowthelid’sopen?’

           ‘Ididn’tknowit,’theKnightsaid,ashadeofvexationpassingoverhisface.‘Thenallthethingsmuchhavefallenout!Andtheboxisnousewithoutthem.’