Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Here Comes Charlie
Manytimesaday,hewouldseeotherchildrentakingbarsofcreamychocolateoutoftheirpockets andmunchingthemgreedily, andthat,ofcourse,waspuretorture.
Onlyonceayear,onhisbirthday, didCharlieBucketevergettotasteabitofchocolate. Thewholefamilysaveduptheirmoneyforthatspecialoccasion, andwhenthegreatdayarrived, Charliewasalwayspresentedwithonesmallchocolatebartoeatallbyhimself. Andeachtimehereceivedit, onthosemarvellousbirthdaymornings, hewouldplaceitcarefullyinasmallwoodenboxthatheowned, andtreasureitasthoughitwereabarofsolidgold; andforthenextfewdays,hewouldallowhimselfonlytolookatit, butnevertotouchit. Thenatlast,whenhecouldstanditnolonger, hewouldpeelbackatinybitofthepaperwrappingatonecorner toexposeatinybitofchocolate, andthenhewouldtakeatinynibble —justenoughtoallowthelovelysweettastetospreadoutslowlyoverhistongue. Thenextday,hewouldtakeanothertinynibble, andsoon,andsoon. Andinthisway,Charliewouldmakehissixpennybarofbirthdaychocolatelasthimformorethanamonth.
ButIhaven’tyettoldyouabouttheoneawfulthingthattorturedlittleCharlie, theloverofchocolate, morethananythingelse.
Thisthing,forhim,wasfar,farworsethanseeingslabsofchocolateintheshopwindows orwatchingotherchildrenmunchingbarsofcreamychocolaterightinfrontofhim. Itwasthemostterribletorturingthingyoucouldimagine, anditwasthis: Inthetownitself,actuallywithinsightofthehouseinwhichCharlielived, therewasanENORMOUSCHOCOLATEFACTORY! Justimaginethat!
