Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Down the Chocolate River
ThenMrWonkafilledasecondmugandgaveittoGrandpaJoe. ’You,too,’hesaid.’Youlooklikeaskeleton!What’sthematter?Hasn’ttherebeenanythingtoeatinyourhouselately?’
’Notmuch,’saidGrandpaJoe.
Charlieputthemugtohislips,andastherichwarmcreamychocolaterandownhisthroatintohisemptytummy,hiswholebodyfromheadtotoebegantotinglewithpleasure,andafeelingofintensehappinessspreadoverhim.
’Youlikeit?’askedMrWonka.
’Oh,it’swonderful!’Charliesaid.
’ThecreamiestloveliestchocolateI’veevertasted!’saidGrandpaJoe,smackinghislips.
That’sbecauseit’sbeenmixedbywaterfall,’MrWonkatoldhim.
Theboatspedondowntheriver.Theriverwasgettingnarrower.Therewassomekindofadarktunnelahead—agreatroundtunnelthatlookedlikeanenormouspipe—andtheriverwasrunningrightintothetunnel.Andsowastheboat! ’Rowon!’shoutedMrWonka,jumpingupandwavinghisstickintheair.’Fullspeedahead!’ AndwiththeOompa-Loompasrowingfasterthanever,theboatshotintothepitch-darktunnel,andallthepassengersscreamedwithexcitement.
’Howcantheyseewherethey’regoing?’shriekedVioletBeauregardeinthedarkness.
