Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
The Miracle
’Ithink,’hesaidquietly,’Ithink...I’llhavejustonemoreofthosechocolatebars.Thesamekindasbefore,please.’
’Whynot?’thefatshopkeepersaid,reachingbehindhimagainandtakinganotherWhipple-ScrumptiousFudgemallowDelightfromtheshelf.Helaiditonthecounter.
Charliepickeditupandtoreoffthewrapper...andsuddenly...fromunderneaththewrapper...therecameabrilliantflashofgold.
Charlie’sheartstoodstill.
’It’saGoldenTicket!’screamedtheshopkeeper,leapingaboutafootintheair.’You’vegotaGoldenTicket!You’vefoundthelastGoldenTicket!Hey,wouldyoubelieveit! Comeandlookatthis,everybody!Thekid’sfoundWonka’slastGoldenTicket!Thereitis!It’srighthereinhishands!’
Itseemedasthoughtheshopkeepermightbegoingtohaveafit. ’Inmyshop,too!’heyelled.’Hefounditrighthereinmyownlittleshop!Somebodycallthenewspapersquickandletthemknow!Watchoutnow,sonny!Don’ttearitasyouunwrapit!Thatthing’sprecious!’
Inafewseconds,therewasacrowdofabouttwentypeopleclusteringaroundCharlie,andmanymorewerepushingtheirwayinfromthestreet. EverybodywantedtogetalookattheGoldenTicketandattheluckyfinder.
’Whereisit?’somebodyshouted.’Holditupsoallofuscanseeit!’
’Thereitis,there!’someoneelseshouted.’He’sholdingitinhishands!Seethegoldshining!’
