Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Good-bye Violet
’Whatdoyoumean?’saidViolet,stillchewingaway.
’Yourcheeks!’screamedMrsBeauregarde.’They’returningblueaswell!Soisyourchin!Yourwholefaceisturningblue!’
’Spitthatgumoutatonce!’orderedMrBeauregarde.
’Mercy!Saveus!’yelledMrsBeauregarde. ’Thegirl’sgoingblueandpurpleallover!Evenherhairischangingcolour!Violet,you’returningviolet,Violet!Whatishappeningtoyou?’
’ItoldyouIhadn’tgotitquiteright,’sighedMrWonka,shakinghisheadsadly.
’I’llsayyouhaven’t!’criedMrsBeauregarde.’Justlookatthegirlnow!’
EverybodywasstaringatViolet.Andwhataterrible,peculiarsightshewas! Herfaceandhandsandlegsandneck,infacttheskinalloverherbody,aswellashergreatbigmopofcurlyhair,hadturnedabrilliant,purplish-blue,thecolourofblueberryjuice!
’Italwaysgoeswrongwhenwecometothedessert,’sighedMrWonka.’It’stheblueberrypiethatdoesit.ButI’llgetitrightoneday,youwaitandsee.’
’Violet,’screamedMrsBeauregarde,’you’reswellingup!’
Ifeelsick,’Violetsaid.
’You’reswellingup!’screamedMrsBeauregardeagain.
’Ifeelmostpeculiar!’gaspedViolet.
