Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Only Charlie Left
Nowthen!ThistimeIshallchoosethebuttonwearegoingtopress!’ MrWonka’sbrighttwinklingblueeyesrestedforamomentonCharlie’sface.
Somethingcrazyisgoingtohappennow,Charliethought. Buthewasn’tfrightened.Hewasn’tevennervous. Hewasjustterrificallyexcited. AndsowasGrandpaJoe.Theoldman’sfacewasshiningwithexcitementashewatchedeverymovethatMrWonkamade. MrWonkawasreachingforabuttonhighupontheglassceilingofthelift. CharlieandGrandpaJoebothcranedtheirneckstoreadwhatitsaidonthelittlelabelbesidethebutton.
Itsaid...UPANDOUT.
’Upandout,’thoughtCharlie.’Whatsortofaroomisthat?’MrWonkapressedthebutton.Theglassdoorsclosed. ’Holdon!’criedMrWonka.
ThenWHAM!Theliftshotstraightuplikearocket! ’Yippee!’shoutedGrandpaJoe. CharliewasclingingtoGrandpaJoe’slegsandMrWonkawasholdingontoastrapfromtheceiling,anduptheywent,up,up,up,straightupthistime,withnotwistingsorturnings,andCharliecouldhearthewhistlingoftheairoutsideastheliftwentfasterandfaster. ’Yippee!’shoutedGrandpaJoeagain.’Yippee!Herewego!’
’Faster!’criedMrWonka,bangingthewalloftheliftwithhishand. ’Faster!Faster!Ifwedon’tgoanyfasterthanthis,weshallnevergetthrough!’
’Throughwhat?’shoutedGrandpaJoe.’Whathavewegottogetthrough?’
’Ah-ha!’criedMrWonka,’youwaitandsee!I’vebeenlongingtopressthisbuttonforyears! ButI’veneverdoneituntilnow!Iwastemptedmanytimes!
