Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Mr Willy Wonka
Soon,heturnedrightoffthemaincorridorintoanotherslightlynarrowerpassage.
Thenheturnedleft. Thenleftagain. Thenright. Thenleft. Thenright. Thenright. Thenleft.
Theplacewaslikeagiganticrabbitwarren,withpassagesleadingthiswayandthatineverydirection.
’Don’tyouletgomyhand,Charlie,’whisperedGrandpaJoe.
’Noticehowallthesepassagesareslopingdownwards!’calledoutMrWonka.’Wearenowgoingunderground!Allthemostimportantroomsinmyfactoryaredeepdownbelowthesurface!’
’Whyisthat?’somebodyasked.
’Therewouldn’tbenearlyenoughspaceforthemupontop!’answeredMrWonka.’Theseroomswearegoingtoseeareenormous! They’relargerthanfootballfields!Nobuildingintheworldwouldbebigenoughtohousethem! Butdownhere,underneaththeground,I’vegotallthespaceIwant.There’snolimit—solongasIhollowitout.’
MrWonkaturnedright. Heturnedleft.Heturnedrightagain.
Thepassageswereslopingsteeperandsteeperdownhillnow.
Thensuddenly,MrWonkastopped.Infrontofhim,therewasashinymetaldoor. Thepartycrowdedround.Onthedoor,inlargeletters,itsaid:
THECHOCOLATEROOM
