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The Dormouse shook its head, and said, “Of course, of course; it’s just what I was going to say.”
“What about the riddle?” asked the Hatter.
“I can’t guess,” Alice replied: “what’s the answer?”
“No idea,” said the Hatter.
“Nor I,” said the March Hare.
“What’s the time?” asked Alice.
“It’s always six o’clock now,” the Hatter answered. “It’s always tea-time, and we have no time to wash the dishes.”
“Then you move round, I suppose?” said Alice.
“Exactly so,” said the Hatter.
“But what happens when you come to the beginning again?” Alice asked.
“Let’s change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted. “The young lady will tell us a story, right?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know one,” said Alice.
“Then the Dormouse will tell us something,” cried the Hatter and the March Hare. “Wake up, Dormouse!”
And they pinched it on both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes.
“I wasn’t asleep,” it said in a hoarse, feeble voice: “I heard every word.”
“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare.
“Yes, please do!” pleaded Alice.
“And be quick,” added the Hatter.
“Once upon a time there were three little sisters,” the Dormouse began in a great hurry; “and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie[50 - Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie – Элси, Лэси и Тилли]; and they lived at the bottom of a well…”
“What did they eat or drink?” asked Alice.
“They drank treacle,” said the Dormouse.
“They couldn’t do that, you know,” Alice gently remarked; “Were they ill?”
“Yes, they were,” said the Dormouse; “very ill.”
Alice went on: “But why did they live at the bottom of a well?”
“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice.
“I did not drink anything,” Alice replied, “so I can’t take more.”
“You mean you can’t take LESS,” said the Hatter: “it’s very easy to take MORE than nothing.”
“Nobody asked your opinion,” said Alice.
Alice took some tea and a bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated her question. “Why did they live at the bottom of a well?”
The Dormouse said, “It was a treacle-well.”
“It’s impossible!” Alice was very angry, but the Hatter and the March Hare went “Sh! sh!” and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, “If you can’t be civil, finish the story for yourself.”
“No, please go on!” Alice said very humbly; “I won’t interrupt again.”
“And so these three little sisters—they were learning to draw[51 - to draw – игра слов: 1. рисовать; 2. черпать (воду)], you know,” said the Dormouse.
“What did they draw?” said Alice. She forgot her promise.
“Treacle,” said the Dormouse.
“I want a clean cup,” interrupted the Hatter: “let’s all move.”
He moved on, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s place, and Alice took the place of the March Hare.
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously:
“But I don’t understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?”
“You can draw water out of a water-well,” said the Hatter; “so I think you can draw treacle out of a treacle-well, eh, stupid?”
“But they were IN the well,” Alice said to the Dormouse.
“Of course they were”, said the Dormouse; “they were learning to draw, and they drew everything that begins with an M.”
“Why with an M?” said Alice.
“Why not?” said the March Hare.
Alice was silent.
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time. The Hatter pinched it, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: “that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness[52 - muchness – множество]—did you see muchness?”
“Muchness?” said Alice, very much confused, “I don’t think—”
“Then don’t talk,” said the Hatter.
Alice got up and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and nobody called after the girl. They were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.
“I’ll never go there again!” said Alice. “It’s the stupidest tea-party in the world!”
Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door.
“That’s very curious!” she thought. “But everything’s curious today. I think I may go in.”
And in she went.
Once more she found herself[53 - she found herself – она оказалась] in the long hall, and close to the little glass table. She took the little golden key, and unlocked the door that led into the garden. She walked down the little passage, and then she found herself in the beautiful garden, among the bright flowers and the cool fountains.
Chapter VIII
The Queen’s Croquet-Ground
A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it. They were painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and when she came up to them she heard the voice, “Look out now[54 - Look out now – Смотри, осторожнее], Five! Don’t splash the paint over me!’
“That’s not my fault,” said Five, in a sulky tone; “Seven jogged my elbow.”
Seven looked up and said, “That’s not right, Five!”
“Do not talk!” said Five. “Queen said yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!”
“What for?”
“That’s none of your business[55 - That’s none of your business. – Это тебя не касается.], Two!” said Seven.
“Yes, it is his business!” said Five, “and I’ll tell him—he brought the cook tulip-roots[56 - tulip-roots – луковицы тюльпанов]instead of onions.”
Seven noticed Alice. The others looked round also, and all of them bowed low[57 - bowed low – низко поклонились].
“Can you tell me,” said Alice, a little timidly, “why you are painting those roses?”
Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low voice, “The fact is, you see, Miss, the Queen ordered to plant a red rose-tree, and we planted a white tree by mistake. If the Queen sees it, our heads will be cut off[58 - heads will be cut off – нам отрубят головы], you know. So you see, Miss—”
At this moment Five called out “The Queen! The Queen!” There was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round, she wanted to see the Queen.
First came ten soldiers with clubs[59 - карточные масти: clubs – трефы, diamonds – бубны, hearts – червы, spades – пики]; these were all like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the corners. Next came the ten courtiers[60 - courtiers – придворные] with diamonds. After these came the royal children; there were ten of them. Next came the guests, Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognised the White Rabbit. Then followed the Knave of Hearts[61 - Knave of Hearts – Червонный Валет], he was carrying the King’s crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this grand procession, came The King and Queen Of Hearts[62 - The King and Queen Of Hearts – Король и Королева Червей].
Alice stood where she was and waited.
When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked at her, and the Queen said severely “Who is this?” She said it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.
“Idiot!” said the Queen; and she turned to Alice, “What’s your name, child?”
“My name is Alice, your Majesty,” said Alice very politely; but she added, to herself, “They’re only a pack of cards. No need to be afraid of them!”
“And who are these?” the Queen pointed to the three gardeners.
“How could I know?” said Alice. “It’s not my business.”
The Queen turned crimson with fury, and screamed “Off with her head[63 - Off with her head! – Отрубить ей голову!]! Off!”
“Nonsense!” said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.
The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said “My dear: she is only a child!”
The Queen turned angrily. Then she turned to the rose-tree, and asked, “What were you doing here?”
“Your Majesty,” said Two, in a very humble tone, “we were trying—”
“I see!” said the Queen, who was looking at the roses. “Off with their heads!”
And the procession moved on, three of the soldiers went to the unfortunate gardeners, who ran to Alice for protection.
“I shall save you!” said Alice, and she put them into a large flower-pot that stood near. Three soldiers wandered about for a minute or two, and then quietly marched away.
“What about their heads?” shouted the Queen.
“Their heads are gone, your Majesty!” the soldiers shouted in reply.
“That’s right!” shouted the Queen. “Can you play croquet?”
The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice.
“Yes!” shouted Alice.
“Come on, then!” roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession.
“It’s—It’s a very fine day!” said a timid voice. It was the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face.
“Very,” said Alice, “where’s the Duchess?”
“Hush! Hush!” said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered “She’s under sentence of execution[64 - She’s under sentence of execution. – Она приговорена к казни.].”
“What for?” said Alice.
“Did you say ‘What a pity!’?” the Rabbit asked.
“No, I didn’t,” said Alice: “I don’t think it’s a pity. I said ‘What for?’”
“She boxed the Queen’s ears[65 - she boxed the Queen’s ears – она надавала Королеве оплеух],” the Rabbit began. Alice laughed.
“Oh, hush!” the Rabbit whispered in a frightened tone. “The Queen will hear you! You see, she came late, and the Queen said—”
“Get to your places!” shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder. It was a very curious croquet-ground! It was all ridges and furrows[66 - ridges and furrows – рытвины и борозды]; the balls were hedgehogs, the mallets were flamingoes, and the soldiers were the arches.
The players all played at once, nobody was waiting for his turn. They were quarrelling all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs. The Queen was furious and shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her head!” once in a minute.
Alice noticed a curious appearance in the air. It was a grin, and Alice said to herself “It’s the Cheshire Cat: now I have somebody to talk to.”
