Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
The Miracle
’Howdidhemanagetofindit,I’dliketoknow?’alargeboyshoutedangrily.
’TwentybarsadayI’vebeenbuyingforweeksandweeks!’
’Thinkofallthefreestuffhe’llbegettingtoo!’anotherboysaidenviously.’Alifetimesupply!’
’He’llneedit,theskinnylittleshrimp!’agirlsaid,laughing.
Charliehadn’tmoved.Hehadn’tevenunwrappedtheGoldenTicketfromaroundthechocolate.Hewasstandingverystill,holdingittightlywithbothhandswhilethecrowdpushedandshoutedallaroundhim.Hefeltquitedizzy. Therewasapeculiarfloatingsensationcomingoverhim,asthoughhewerefloatingupintheairlikeaballoon.Hisfeetdidn’tseemtobetouchingthegroundatall.Hecouldhearhisheartthumpingawayloudlysomewhereinhisthroat.
Atthatpoint,hebecameawareofahandrestinglightlyonhisshoulder,andwhenhelookedup,hesawatallmanstandingoverhim. ’Listen,’themanwhispered.’I’llbuyitfromyou.I’llgiveyoufiftypounds.Howaboutit,eh?AndI’llgiveyouanewbicycleaswell.Okay?’
’Areyoucrazy?’shoutedawomanwhowasstandingequallyclose.’Why,I’dgivehimtwohundredpoundsforthatticket!Youwanttosellthatticketfortwohundredpounds,youngman?’
’That’squiteenoughofthat!’thefatshopkeepershouted,pushinghiswaythroughthecrowdandtakingCharliefirmlybythearm.’
