Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Along the Corridor
MrWonkawasrushingalonginfront,turningleftandrightandrightandleft, andGrandpaJoewassaying,’Keepagoodholdofmyhand,Charlie.Itwouldbeterribletogetlostinhere.’
MrWonkawassaying,’Notimeforanymoremessingabout!We’llnevergetanywhereattheratewe’vebeengoing!’ Andonherushed,downtheendlesspinkcorridors,withhisblacktophatperchedonthetopofhisheadandhisplum-colouredvelvetcoat-tailsflyingoutbehindhimlikeaflaginthewind.
Theypassedadoorinthewall. ’Notimetogoin!’shoutedMrWonka.’Presson!Presson!’
Theypassedanotherdoor,thenanotherandanother.Thereweredoorseverytwentypacesorsoalongthecorridornow,andtheyallhadsomethingwrittenonthem, andstrangeclankingnoiseswerecomingfrombehindseveralofthem,anddelicioussmellscamewaftingthroughthekeyholes,andsometimeslittlejetsofcolouredsteamshotoutfromthecracksunderneath.
GrandpaJoeandCharliewerehalfrunningandhalfwalkingtokeepupwithMrWonka,buttheywereabletoreadwhatitsaidonquiteafewofthedoorsastheyhurriedby. EATABLEMARSHMALLOWPILLOWS,itsaidonone.
’Marshmallowpillowsareterrific!’shoutedMrWonkaashedashedby. ’They’llbealltheragewhenIgetthemintotheshops!Notimetogoin,though!Notimetogoin!’
