Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Down the Chocolate River
Assoonaseveryonewassafelyin,theOompa-Loompaspushedtheboatawayfromthebankandbegantorowswiftlydownriver.
’Hey,there!MikeTeavee!’shoutedMrWonka. ’Pleasedonotlicktheboatwithyourtongue!It’llonlymakeitsticky!’
’Daddy,’saidVerucaSalt,’Iwantaboatlikethis! Iwantyoutobuymeabigpinkboiled-sweetboatexactlylikeMrWonka’s! AndIwantlotsofOompa-Loompastorowmeabout,andIwantachocolateriverandIwant...Iwant...’
’Shewantsagoodkickinthepants,’whisperedGrandpaJoetoCharlie. TheoldmanwassittinginthebackoftheboatandlittleCharlieBucketwasrightbesidehim.Charliewasholdingtightlyontohisgrandfather’sbonyoldhand. Hewasinawhirlofexcitement. Everythingthathehadseensofar—thegreatchocolateriver,thewaterfall,thehugesuckingpipes,themintysugarmeadows,theOompa-Loompas,thebeautifulpinkboat,andmostofall,MrWillyWonkahimself—hadbeensoastonishingthathebegantowonderwhethertherecouldpossiblybeanymoreastonishmentsleft. Whereweretheygoingnow? Whatweretheygoingtosee? Andwhatintheworldwasgoingtohappeninthenextroom?
’Isn’titmarvellous? ’saidGrandpaJoe,grinningatCharlie.
Charlienoddedandsmiledupattheoldman.
Suddenly,MrWonka,whowassittingonCharlie’sotherside,reacheddownintothebottomoftheboat,pickedupalargemug,dippeditintotheriver,filleditwithchocolate,andhandedittoCharlie. ’Drinkthis,’hesaid. ’It’lldoyougood! Youlookstarvedtodeath!’
