Алиса в зазеркалье
It’s my own Invention
Andnow,ife’erbychanceIput
Myfingersintoglue
Ormadlysqueezearight-handfoot
Intoaleft-handshoe,
OrifIdropuponmytoe
Averyheavyweight,
Iweep,foritremindsmeso,
OfthatoldmanIusedtoknow—
Whoselookwasmild,whosespeechwasslow,
Whosehairwaswhiterthanthesnow,
Whosefacewasverylikeacrow,
Witheyes,likecinders,allaglow,
Whoseemeddistractedwithhiswoe,
Whorockedhisbodytoandfro,
Andmutteredmumblinglyandlow,
Asifhismouthwerefullofdough,
Whosnortedlikeabuffalo—
Thatsummerevening,longago,
A-sittingonagate.’
AstheKnightsangthelastwordsoftheballad,hegatheredupthereins,andturnedhishorse’sheadalongtheroadbywhichtheyhadcome.‘You’veonlyafewyardstogo,’hesaid,’downthehillandoverthatlittlebrook,andthenyou’llbeaQueen—Butyou’llstayandseemeofffirst?’headdedasAliceturnedwithaneagerlookinthedirectiontowhichhepointed.‘Ishan’tbelong.You’llwaitandwaveyourhandkerchiefwhenIgettothatturnintheroad?Ithinkit’llencourageme,yousee.’
‘OfcourseI’llwait,’saidAlice:‘andthankyouverymuchforcomingsofar—andforthesong—Ilikeditverymuch.’
‘Ihopeso,’theKnightsaiddoubtfully:‘butyoudidn’tcrysomuchasIthoughtyouwould.’
Sotheyshookhands,andthentheKnightrodeslowlyawayintotheforest.‘Itwon’ttakelongtoseehimoff,Iexpect,’Alicesaidtoherself,asshestoodwatchinghim