Алиса в зазеркалье
It’s my own Invention
Thistookaverylongtimetomanage,thoughAliceheldthebagopenverycarefully,becausetheKnightwassoveryawkwardinputtinginthedish:thefirsttwoorthreetimesthathetriedhefellinhimselfinstead.‘It’sratheratightfit,yousee,’hesaid,astheygotitinalast;‘Therearesomanycandlesticksinthebag.’Andhehungittothesaddle,whichwasalreadyloadedwithbunchesofcarrots,andfire-irons,andmanyotherthings.
‘Ihopeyou’vegotyourhairwellfastenedon?’hecontinued,astheysetoff.
‘Onlyintheusualway,’Alicesaid,smiling.
‘That’shardlyenough,’hesaid,anxiously.‘Youseethewindissoverystronghere.It’sasstrongassoup.’
‘Haveyouinventedaplanforkeepingthehairfrombeingblownoff?’Aliceenquired.
‘Notyet,’saidtheKnight.‘ButI’vegotaplanforkeepingitfromfallingoff.’
‘Ishouldliketohearit,verymuch.’
‘Firstyoutakeanuprightstick,’saidtheKnight.‘Thenyoumakeyourhaircreepupit,likeafruit-tree.Nowthereasonhairfallsoffisbecauseithangsdown—thingsneverfallupwards,youknow.It’saplanofmyowninvention.Youmaytryitifyoulike.’
Itdidn’tsoundacomfortableplan,Alicethought,andforafewminutesshewalkedoninsilence,puzzlingovertheidea,andeverynowandthenstoppingtohelpthepoorKnight,whocertainlywasnotagoodrider.