Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
The Chocolate Room
Automatically,everybodybentdownandpickedonebladeofgrass—everybody,thatis,exceptAugustusGloop,whotookabighandful.
AndVioletBeauregarde,beforetastingherbladeofgrass,tookthepieceofworld-record-breakingchewing-gumoutofhermouthandstuckitcarefullybehindherear.
’Isn’titwonderful!’whisperedCharlie.’Hasn’titgotawonderfultaste,Grandpa?’
’Icouldeatthewholefield!’saidGrandpaJoe,grinningwithdelight.’Icouldgoaroundonallfourslikeacowandeateverybladeofgrassinthefield!’
’Tryabuttercup!’criedMrWonka.’They’reevennicer!’
Suddenly,theairwasfilledwithscreamsofexcitement.ThescreamscamefromVerucaSalt.Shewaspointingfranticallytotheothersideoftheriver.’Look!Lookoverthere!’shescreamed. ’Whatisit?He’smoving!He’swalking!It’salittleperson!It’salittleman!Downtherebelowthewaterfall!’
Everybodystoppedpickingbuttercupsandstaredacrosstheriver.
’She’sright,Grandpa!’criedCharlie.’Itisalittleman!Canyouseehim?’
’Iseehim,Charlie!’saidGrandpaJoeexcitedly.
Andnoweverybodystartedshoutingatonce.
’There’stwoofthem!’
’Mygosh,sothereis!’
