Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Mr Willy Wonka
Thecorridorwassowidethatacarcouldeasilyhavebeendrivenalongit.Thewallswerepalepink,thelightingwassoftandpleasant.
’Howlovelyandwarm!’whisperedCharlie.
’Iknow.Andwhatamarvelloussmell!’answeredGrandpaJoe,takingalongdeepsniff. Allthemostwonderfulsmellsintheworldseemedtobemixedupintheairaroundthem—thesmellofroastingcoffeeandburntsugarandmeltingchocolateandmintandvioletsandcrushedhazelnutsandappleblossomandcaramelandlemonpeel...
Andfarawayinthedistance,fromtheheartofthegreatfactory,cameamuffledroarofenergyasthoughsomemonstrousgiganticmachinewerespinningitswheelsatbreakneckspeed.
’Nowthis,mydearchildren,’saidMrWonka,raisinghisvoiceabovethenoise,’thisisthemaincorridor. Willyoupleasehangyourcoatsandhatsonthosepegsoverthere,andthenfollowme.That’stheway!Good!Everyoneready?Comeon,then!Herewego!’ Hetrottedoffrapidlydownthecorridorwiththetailsofhisplum-colouredvelvetcoatflappingbehindhim,andthevisitorsallhurriedafterhim.
Itwasquitealargepartyofpeople,whenyoucametothinkofit.Therewereninegrown-upsandfivechildren,fourteeninall. Soyoucanimaginethattherewasagooddealofpushingandshovingastheyhustledandbustleddownthepassage,tryingtokeepupwiththeswiftlittlefigureinfrontofthem. ’Comeon!’criedMrWonka.’Getamoveon,please!We’llnevergetroundtodayifyoudawdlelikethis!’
