Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Charlie’s Chocolate Factory
’No!’shoutedCharlie.
’Stop!’shoutedGrandpaJoe.
CRASHwentthelift,rightdownthroughtheroofofthehouseintotheoldpeople’sbedroom. Showersofdustandbrokentilesandbitsofwoodandcockroachesandspidersandbricksandcementwentrainingdownonthethreeoldoneswhowerelyinginbed,andeachofthemthoughtthattheendoftheworldwascome. GrandmaGeorginafainted,GrandmaJosephinedroppedherfalseteeth,GrandpaGeorgeputhisheadundertheblanket, andMrandMrsBucketcamerushinginfromthenextroom.
’Saveus!’criedGrandmaJosephine.
’Calmyourself,mydarlingwife,’saidGrandpaJoe,steppingoutofthelift.’It’sonlyus.’
’Mother!’criedCharlie,rushingintoMrsBucket’sarms.’Mother!Mother!Listentowhat’shappened! We’reallgoingbacktoliveinMrWonka’sfactoryandwe’regoingtohelphimtorunitandhe’sgivenitalltomeand...and...and...and...’
’Whatareyoutalkingabout?’saidMrsBucket.
’Justlookatourhouse!’criedpoorMrBucket. ’It’sinruins!’
’Mydearsir,’saidMrWonka,jumpingforwardandshakingMrBucketwarmlybythehand,’I’msoverygladtomeetyou. Youmustn’tworryaboutyourhouse.Fromnowon,you’renevergoingtoneeditagain,anyway.’
’Whoisthiscrazyman?’screamedGrandmaJosephine.’Hecouldhavekilledusall.’ ’This,’saidGrandpaJoe,’isMrWillyWonkahimself
