Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Mr Wonka and the Indian Prince
’It’strue!’criedallfouroftheoldpeopleatonce. ’Ofcourseit’strue!Askanyoneyoulike!’
’AndI’lltellyousomethingelsethat’strue,’ saidGrandpaJoe,andnowheleanedclosertoCharlie,andloweredhisvoicetoasoft,secretwhisper. ’Nobody...ever...comes...out!’
’Outofwhere?’askedCharlie.
’And...nobody...ever...goes...in!’
’Inwhere?’criedCharlie.
’Wonka’sfactory,ofcourse!’
’Grandpa,whatdoyoumean?’
’Imeanworkers,Charlie.’
’Workers?’
’Allfactories,’saidGrandpaJoe,’haveworkersstreaminginandoutofthegatesinthemorningsandevenings —exceptWonka’s! Haveyoueverseenasinglepersongoingintothatplace—orcomingout?’
LittleCharlielookedslowlyaroundateachofthefouroldfaces,oneaftertheother,andtheyalllookedbackathim. Theywerefriendlysmilingfaces, buttheywerealsoquiteserious. Therewasnosignofjokingorleg-pullingonanyofthem.
’Well?Haveyou?’askedGrandpaJoe
