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Автор: Lewis Carroll
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      ALICE AND DOROTHY

      ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND

       By

       LEWIS CARROLL

      &

      DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ

       By

       L. FRANK BAUM

      This edition published by Dreamscape Media LLC, 2018

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      ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND

      'Tis two score years since Carroll's art, With topsy-turvy magic, Sent Alice wondering through a part Half-comic and half-tragic. Enchanting Alice! Black-and-white Has made your deeds perennial; And naught save "Chaos and old Night" Can part you now from Tenniel; But still you are a Type, and based In Truth, like Lear and Hamlet; And Types may be re-draped to taste In cloth-of-gold or camlet. Here comes afresh Costumier, then; That Taste may gain a wrinkle From him who drew with such deft pen The rags of Rip Van Winkle!

       AUSTIN DOBSON.

       All in the golden afternoon

       Full leisurely we glide;

       For both our oars, with little skill,

       By little arms are plied,

       While little hands make vain pretence

       Our wanderings to guide.

       Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,

       Beneath such dreamy weather,

       To beg a tale of breath too weak

       To stir the tiniest feather!

       Yet what can one poor voice avail

       Against three tongues together?

       Imperious Prima flashes forth

       Her edict "to begin it"—

       In gentler tone Secunda hopes

       "There will be nonsense in it!"—

       While Tertia interrupts the tale

       Not more than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast— And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry. And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time—" "It is next time!" The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out— And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun. Alice! a childish story take, And with a gentle hand Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers Pluck'd in a far-off land.

      CONTENTS

       Chapter 1. Down the Rabbit-hole

       Chapter 2. The Pool of Tears

       Chapter 3. A Caucus-race and a Long Tale

       Chapter 4. The Rabbit sends in a Little Bill

       Chapter 5. Advice from a Caterpillar

       Chapter 6. Pig and Pepper

       Chapter 7. A Mad Tea-party

       Chapter 8. The Queen's Croquet-ground

       Chapter 9. The Mock Turtle's Story

       Chapter 10. The Lobster Quadrille

       Chapter 11. Who Stole the Tarts?

       Chapter 12. Alice's Evidence

      Chapter 1.

      Down the Rabbit-hole

      ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"

      So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid) whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

      There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

      In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

      The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.

      Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her, and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves: here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled "ORANGE MARMALADE," but to her disappointment it was empty; she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

      "Well!" thought Alice to herself. "After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!" (Which was very likely true.)

      Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? "I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud. "I must be getting somewhere