Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Here Comes Charlie
Therewasn’tanyquestionofthembeingabletobuyabetterhouse —orevenonemorebedtosleepin. Theywerefartoopoorforthat.
MrBucketwastheonlypersoninthefamilywithajob. Heworkedinatoothpastefactory, wherehesatalldaylongatabenchandscrewedthelittlecapsontothetopsofthetubesoftoothpaste afterthetubeshadbeenfilled. Butatoothpastecap-screwerisneverpaidverymuchmoney, andpoorMrBucket,howeverhardheworked, andhoweverfasthescrewedonthecaps, wasneverabletomakeenoughtobuyonehalfofthethings thatsolargeafamilyneeded. Therewasn’tevenenoughmoneytobuyproperfoodforthemall. Theonlymealstheycouldaffordwerebreadandmargarineforbreakfast, boiledpotatoesandcabbageforlunch, andcabbagesoupforsupper. Sundayswereabitbetter. TheyalllookedforwardtoSundaysbecausethen,althoughtheyhadexactlythesame, everyonewasallowedasecondhelping.
TheBuckets,ofcourse,didn’tstarve, buteveryoneofthem—thetwooldgrandfathers,thetwooldgrandmothers, Charlie’sfather,Charlie’smother,andespeciallylittleCharliehimself —wentaboutfrommorningtillnightwithahorribleemptyfeelingintheirtummies.
Charliefeltitworstofall. Andalthoughhisfatherandmotheroftenwentwithouttheirownshareoflunchorsupper sothattheycouldgiveittohim,itstillwasn’tnearlyenoughforagrowingboy. Hedesperatelywantedsomethingmorefillingandsatisfying thancabbageandcabbagesoup. Theonethinghelongedformorethananythingelsewas...CHOCOLATE.
Walkingtoschoolinthemornings, Charliecouldseegreatslabsofchocolatepileduphighintheshopwindows, andhewouldstopandstareandpresshisnoseagainsttheglass, hismouthwateringlikemad.
