Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
The Great Gum Machine
Therewasamomentofsilence.Thenafewqueerrumblingswereheard.Thensilenceagain. Thensuddenly,themachineletoutamonstrousmightygroan,andatthesamemomentatinydrawer(nobiggerthanthedrawerinaslotmachine)poppedoutofthesideofthemachine,andinthedrawertherelaysomethingsosmallandthinandgreythateveryonethoughtitmustbeamistake. Thethinglookedlikealittlestripofgreycardboard.
Thechildrenandtheirparentsstaredatthelittlegreystriplyinginthedrawer.
’Youmeanthat’sall?’saidMikeTeavee,disgusted.
’That’sall,’answeredMrWonka,gazingproudlyattheresult.’Don’tyouknowwhatitis?’
Therewasapause.Thensuddenly,VioletBeauregarde,thesillygum-chewinggirl,letoutayellofexcitement. ’Bygum,it’sgum!’sheshrieked.’It’sastickofchewing-gum!’
’Rightyouare!’criedMrWonka,slappingViolethardontheback.’It’sastickofgum!It’sastickofthemostamazingandfabulousandsensationalgumintheworld!’
