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Название: The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (Illustrated)

Автор: Lewis Carroll

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      She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

      Advice from a Caterpillar

      Table of Contents

      The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

      ‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.

‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar

      This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.’

      ‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’

      ‘I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’

      ‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.

      ‘I’m afraid I ca’n’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I ca’n’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’

      ‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.

      ‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; ‘but when you have to turn into a chrysalis—you will some day, you know—and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, wo’n’t you?’

      ‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.

      ‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.’

      ‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. ‘Who are you?’

      Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think, you ought to tell me who you are, first.’

      ‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar.

      Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.

      ‘Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her. ‘I’ve something important to say!’

      This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.

      ‘Keep your temper,’ said the Caterpillar.

      ‘Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.

      ‘No,’ said the Caterpillar.

      Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, ‘So you think you’re changed, do you?’

      ‘I’m afraid I am, sir,’ said Alice; ‘I ca’n’t remember things as I used—and I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!’

      ‘Ca’n’t remember what things?’ said the Caterpillar.

      ‘Well, I’ve tried to say “How doth the little busy bee,” but it all came different!’ Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.

      ‘Repeat, “you are old, Father William,”’ said the Caterpillar.

      Alice folded her hands, and began:—

      ‘“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,

      “And your hair has become very white;

      And yet you incessantly stand on your head—

      Do you think, at your age, it is right?”

And yet you incessantly stand on your head

      “In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,

      “I feared it might injure the brain;

      But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,

      Why, I do it again and again.”

      “You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,

      And have grown most uncommonly fat;

      Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—

      Pray, what is the reason of that?”

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door

      “In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,

      “I kept all my limbs very supple

      By the use of this ointment—one shilling the box—

      Allow me to sell you a couple?”

      “You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak

      For anything tougher than suet;

      Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—

      Pray how did you manage to do it?”

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak

      “In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,

      And argued each case with my wife;

      And the muscular strength, which it gave to my СКАЧАТЬ