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دانلود اپلیکیشن «زیبوک»
این فصل را میتوانید به بهترین شکل و با امکانات عالی در اپلیکیشن «زیبوک» بخوانید
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The White Queen
She caught the shawl as she spoke and looked around for the owner A moment later the White Queen came running wildly through the wood Alice went to meet her with the shawl.
‘I’m pleased I was able to catch it for you,’ Alice said as she helped the Queen to put on her shawl again. ‘Am I speaking to the White Queen?’ she added politely.
‘Yes’ said the Queen as she pulled helplessly at her shawl ‘Oh dear I don’t know what’s the matter with my shawl today I think it’s angry with me I’ve pinned it here, and I’ve pinned it there but it’s just not happy.’
‘But it can’t go straight you know if you pin it all on one side’ Alice said as she gently put it right for her. ‘And I’m afraid your hair is terribly untidy.’
‘The hairbrush is lost in it somewhere,’ the Queen said unhappily.
Alice carefully took out the brush and pinned up the Queen’s hair more tidily. ‘There, you look better now,’ she said. ‘But really you should have a lady’s maid.’
‘I’d be happy to take you,’ the Queen said. ‘Two pence a week, and jam every other day.’
‘I don’t want you to employ me,’ Alice said, laughing. ‘And I don’t like jam.’
‘It’s very good jam,’ said the Queen. ‘Well, I don’t want any today, thank you.’
‘But you can’t have jam today,’ the Queen said. ‘It’s jam tomorrow and jam yesterday - but never jam today.’
‘It must be “jam today” sometimes,’ Alice argued.
‘No, it isn’t,’ said the Queen. ‘It’s jam every other day. Today isn’t any other day, you know.’
‘I don’t understand that,’ said Alice, very puzzled.
‘That’s because we live backwards here,’ explained the Queen kindly. ‘It’s always a little difficult at first.’
‘Live backwards!’ Alice repeated, in great surprise. ‘I never heard of anybody doing that.’
‘But there’s one very useful thing about it,’ the Queen went on, ‘you can remember things both ways.’
‘I only remember things one way,’ Alice said. ‘I can’t remember things before they happen.’
‘That’s not very useful,’ said the Queen. ‘I can remember things that happened the week after next. For example, the King’s Messenger is in prison now, but he hasn’t done anything wrong yet. His crime will come much later.’
‘But what happens if there is no crime,’ asked Alice, ‘and he doesn’t do anything wrong at all? That seems a strange way of-‘
At that moment the Queen began to scream very loudly, and to shake her hand around in the air. ‘Oh, oh!’ she shouted. ‘My finger’s bleeding! Oh, oh, oh!’
Alice put her hands over her ears. ‘What is the matter?’ she said, in between the Queen’s screams. ‘Have you cut your finger?’
‘I haven’t cut it yet,’ the Queen said, ‘but I soon shall - oh, oh, oh!’
‘When do you think you will do it?’ Alice asked, trying not to laugh.
‘When I fasten my shawl again,’ the Queen said unhappily, ‘one of the pins will come out and - oh, oh!’ As she said the words, one of her shawl pins came undone and she quickly took hold of it, trying to fasten it again.
‘Take care!’ cried Alice. ‘You’re holding it wrong!’ She tried to help the Queen, but it was too late - the pin had already gone deep into the Queen’s finger.
‘That explains the bleeding, you see,’ the Queen said to Alice with a smile. ‘Now you understand the way things happen here.’
‘But why don’t you scream now?’ Alice asked, holding her hands ready to put over her ears again.
‘I’ve done all the screaming already,’ said the Queen. ‘Why do it all again?’
‘It’s very difficult to believe,’ Alice said, ‘that life can happen backwards.’
‘Try to believe something a bit easier,’ said the Queen helpfully. ‘For example, I’m a hundred and one years old.’
‘I can’t believe that!’ said Alice.
‘Can’t you?’ the Queen said, shaking her head sadly. ‘Try again. Put your hands together and shut your eyes.’
Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said. ‘Nobody can believe impossible things.’
‘Perhaps you don’t work hard enough at it,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was a child, I worked at it for an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes my shawl again!’
The pins had come undone again as she spoke, and a sudden wind blew her shawl across a little brook. The Queen went flying after it, and managed to catch it. ‘I’ve got it!’ she called happily. ‘Now you will see me pin it on again, all by myself.’
‘Then I hope your finger is better now?’ Alice said very politely, as she crossed the brook after the Queen.
‘Oh, much better!’ cried the Queen, her voice getting higher and higher as she went on. ‘Much beetter! Be-e-e-ter! Be-e-eh!’ The last word sounded very like the sound that a sheep makes, and Alice looked at the Queen in surprise.
And indeed, the Queen was now covered in a thick woolly coat, and… Alice closed her eyes, then opened them again. She couldn’t understand what had happened at all. The wood had disappeared, and she was in a little dark shop - and it really was a sheep in front of her, wearing large glasses and sitting calmly on a chair, knitting.
‘What do you want to buy?’ the Sheep said at last, looking up for a moment from her knitting.
‘I’m not sure at the moment,’ Alice said gently. ‘May I look round first?’
She began to walk round the shop, looking at everything. But every time she looked hard at something, it seemed to move and then appear again a moment later in a different place. So it was difficult to see clearly what was there. She went on walking, and soon realized that the shop was much bigger than she had thought.
‘What a strange shop!’ Alice said. ‘I wish things would keep still!’
A few minutes later the shop became even stranger, because Alice found herself walking beside a large lake, with tall green plants growing round the edge. She put out her hand to pick some, but the plants disappeared when she touched them.
‘Oh, what a pity!’ said Alice. ‘I would like to take some home. They look so pretty.’
‘There are lots of other things here,’ said the Sheep. ‘But you must decide what you want to buy.’
‘To buy!’ Alice said, jumping a little in surprise. The lake had gone, and she was back in the little dark shop. The Sheep was still knitting, and was looking at her crossly over the top of her glasses.
‘I would like to buy an egg, please,’ Alice said. ‘How much do they cost?’
‘Five pence for one, two pence for two,’ the Sheep replied.
‘So two are cheaper than one?’ Alice said in a surprised voice, taking out her purse.
‘But you must eat them both, if you buy two,’ said the Sheep.
‘Then I’ll have one, please,’ said Alice, giving the Sheep five pence.
The Sheep took the money, then said, ‘You must get it yours elf, you know. It’s at the end of the shop.’
The end of the shop was very dark, and was crowded with tables and chairs. Alice could see the egg, but she never seemed to get near it. She almost fell over a chair, and then realized that it was not a chair at all, but a small tree. ‘Why are trees growing here?’ she wondered. ‘This is the strangest shop that I ever saw! And now here’s a little brook as well!’
So she went on, wondering more and more at every step. After a while everything had turned into a tree, and she thought that the egg would soon do the same.
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