查理和巧克力工厂 作者:[英]罗尔德·达尔-第7节

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d　and　looked　straight　at　Charlie。　The　colour　was　rushing　to　his　cheeks；　and　his　eyes　were　wide　open；　shining　with　joy；　and　in　the　centre　of　each　eye；　right　in　the　very　centre；　in　the　black　pupil；　a　little　spark　of　wild　excitement　was　slowly　dancing。　Then　the　old　man　took　a　deep　breath；　and　suddenly；　with　no　warning　whatsoever；　an　explosion　seemed　to　take　place　inside　him。　He　threw　up　his　arms　and　yelled　'Yippeeeeeeee！'　And　at　the　same　time；　his　long　bony　body　rose　up　out　of　the　bed　and　his　bowl　of　soup　went　flying　into　the　face　of　Grandma　Josephine；　and　in　one　fantastic　leap；　this　old　fellow　of　ninety…six　and　a　half；　who　hadn't　been　out　of　bed　these　last　twenty　years；　jumped　on　to　the　floor　and　started　doing　a　dance　of　victory　in　his　pyjamas。
　　'Yippeeeeeeeeee！'　he　shouted。　'Three　cheers　for　Charlie！　Hip；　hip；　hooray！'
　　At　this　point；　the　door　opened；　and　Mr　Bucket　walked　into　the　room。　He　was　cold　and　tired；　and　he　looked　it。　All　day　long；　he　had　been　shovelling　snow　in　the　streets。
　　'Cripes！'　he　cried。　'What's　going　on　in　here？'
　　It　didn't　take　them　long　to　tell　him　what　had　happened。
　　'I　don't　believe　it！'　he　said。　'It's　not　possible。'
　　'Show　him　the　ticket；　Charlie！'　shouted　Grandpa　Joe；　who　was　still　dancing　around　the　floor　like　a　dervish　in　his　striped　pyjamas。　'Show　your　father　the　fifth　and　last　Golden　Ticket　in　the　world！'
　　'Let　me　see　it；　Charlie；'　Mr　Bucket　said；　collapsing　into　a　chair　and　holding　out　his　hand。　Charlie　came　forward　with　the　precious　document。
　　It　was　a　very　beautiful　thing；　this　Golden　Ticket；　having　been　made；　so　it　seemed；　from　a　sheet　of　pure　gold　hammered　out　almost　to　the　thinness　of　paper。　On　one　side　of　it；　printed　by　some　clever　method　in　jet…black　letters；　was　the　invitation　itself　—　from　Mr　Wonka。
　　'Read　it　aloud；'　said　Grandpa　Joe；　climbing　back　into　bed　again　at　last。　'Let's　all　hear　exactly　what　it　says。'
　　Mr　Bucket　held　the　lovely　Golden　Ticket　up　close　to　his　eyes。　His　hands　were　trembling　slightly；　and　he　seemed　to　be　overe　by　the　whole　business。　He　took　several　deep　breaths。　Then　he　cleared　his　throat；　and　said；　'All　right；　I'll　read　it。　Here　we　go：
　　'Greetings　to　you；　the　lucky　finder　of　this　Golden　Ticket；　from　Mr　Willy　Wonka！　I　shake　you　warmly　by　the　hand！　Tremendous　things　are　in　store　for　you！　Many　wonderful　surprises　await　you！　For　now；　I　do　invite　you　to　e　to　my　factory　and　be　my　guest　for　one　whole　day　—　you　and　all　others　who　are　lucky　enough　to　find　my　Golden　Tickets。　I；　Willy　Wonka；　will　conduct　you　around　the　factory　myself；　showing　you　everything　that　there　is　to　see；　and　afterwards；　when　it　is　time　to　leave；　you　will　be　escorted　home　by　a　procession　of　large　trucks。　These　trucks；　I　can　promise　you；　will　be　loaded　with　enough　delicious　eatables　to　last　you　and　your　entire　household　for　many　years。　If；　at　any　time　thereafter；　you　should　run　out　of　supplies；　you　have　only　to　e　back　to　the　factory　and　show　this　Golden　Ticket；　and　I　shall　be　happy　to　refill　your　cupboard　with　whatever　you　want。　In　this　way；　you　will　be　able　to　keep　yourself　supplied　with　tasty　morsels　for　the　rest　of　your　life。　But　this　is　by　no　means　the　most　exciting　thing　that　will　happen　on　the　day　of　your　visit。　I　am　preparing　other　surprises　that　are　even　more　marvellous　and　more　fantastic　for　you　and　for　all　my　beloved　Golden　Ticket　holders　—　mystic　and　marvellous　surprises　that　will　entrance；　delight；　intrigue；　astonish；　and　perplex　you　beyond　measure。　In　your　wildest　dreams　you　could　not　imagine　that　such　things　could　happen　to　you！　Just　wait　and　see！　And　now；　here　are　your　instructions：　the　day　I　have　chosen　for　the　visit　is　the　first　day　in　the　month　of　February。　On　this　day；　and　on　no　other；　you　must　e　to　the　factory　gates　at　ten　o'clock　sharp　in　the　morning。　Don't　be　late！　And　you　are　allowed　to　bring　with　you　either　one　or　two　members　of　your　own　family　to　look　after　you　and　to　ensure　that　you　don't　get　into　mischief。　One　more　thing　—　be　certain　to　have　this　ticket　with　you；　otherwise　you　will　not　be　admitted。
　　（Signed）　Willy　Wonka。'
　　'The　first　day　of　February！'　cried　Mrs　Bucket。　'But　that's　tomorrow！　Today　is　the　last　day　of　January。　I　know　it　is！'
　　'Cripes！'　said　Mr　Bucket。　'I　think　you're　right！'
　　'You're　just　in　time！'　shouted　Grandpa　Joe。　'There's　not　a　moment　to　lose。　You　must　start　making　preparations　at　once！　Wash　your　face；　b　your　hair；　scrub　your　hands；　brush　your　teeth；　blow　your　nose；　cut　your　nails；　polish　your　shoes；　iron　your　shirt；　and　for　heaven's　sake；　get　all　that　mud　off　your　pants！　You　must　get　ready；　my　boy！　You　must　get　ready　for　the　biggest　day　of　your　life！'
　　'Now　don't　over…excite　yourself；　Grandpa；'　Mrs　Bucket　said。　'And　don't　fluster　poor　Charlie。　We　must　all　try　to　keep　very　calm。　Now　the　first　thing　to　decide　is　this　—　who　is　going　to　go　with　Charlie　to　the　factory？'
　　'I　will！'　shouted　Grandpa　Joe；　leaping　out　of　bed　once　again。　'I'll　take　him！　I'll　look　after　him！　You　leave　it　to　me！'
　　Mrs　Bucket　smiled　at　the　old　man；　then　she　turned　to　her　husband　and　said；　'How　about　you；　dear？　Don't　you　think　you　ought　to　go？'
　　'Well　。　。　。'　Mr　Bucket　said；　pausing　to　think　about　it；　'no　。　。　。　I'm　not　so　sure　that　I　should。'
　　'But　you　must。'
　　'There's　no　must　about　it；　my　dear；'　Mr　Bucket　said　gently。　'Mind　you；　I'd　love　to　go。　It'll　be　tremendously　exciting。　But　on　the　other　hand　。　。　。　I　believe　that　the　person　who　really　deserves　to　go　most　of　all　is　Grandpa　Joe　himself。　He　seems　to　know　more　about　it　than　we　do。　Provided；　of　course；　that　he　feels　well　enough　。　。　。'
　　'Yippeeeeee！'　shouted　Grandpa　Joe；　seizing　Charlie　by　the　hands　and　dancing　round　the　room。
　　'He　certainly　seems　well　enough；'　Mrs　Bucket　said；　laughing。　'Yes　。　。　。　perhaps　you're　right　after　all。　Perhaps　Grandpa　Joe　should　be　the　one　to　go　with　him。　I　certainly　can't　go　myself　and　leave　the　other　three　old　people　all　alone　in　bed　for　a　whole　day。'
　　'Hallelujah！'　yelled　Grandpa　Joe。　'Praise　the　Lord！'
　　At　that　point；　there　came　a　loud　knock　on　the　front　door。　Mr　Bucket　went　to　open　it；　and　the　next　moment；　swarms　of　newspapermen　and　photographers　were　pouring　into　the　house。　They　had　tracked　down　the　finder　of　the　fifth　Golden　Ticket；　and　now　they　all　wanted　to　get　the　full　story　for　the　front　pages　of　the　morning　papers。　For　several　hours；　there　was　plete　pandemonium　in　the　little　house；　and　it　must　have　been　nearly　midnight　before　Mr　Bucket　was　able　to　get　rid　of　them　so　that　Charlie　could　go　to　bed。
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　　The　Big　Day　Arrives
　　The　sun　was　shining　brightly　on　the　morning　of　the　big　day；　but　the　ground　was　still　white　with　snow　and　the　air　was　very　cold。
　　Outside　the　gates　of　Wonka's　factory；　enormous　crowds　of　people　had　gathered　to　watch　the　five　lucky　ticket　holders　going　in。　The　excitement　was　tremendous。　It　was　just　before　ten　o'clock。　The　crowds　were　pushing　and　shouting；　and　policemen　with　arms　linked　were　trying　to　hold　them　back　from　the　gates。
　　Right　beside　the　gates；　in　a　small　group　that　was　carefully　shielded　from　the　crowds　by　the　police；　stood　the　five　famous　children；　together　with　the　grown…ups　who　had　e　with　them。
　　The　tall　bony　figure　of　Grandpa　Joe　could　be　seen　standing　quietly　among　them；　and　beside　him；　holding　tightly　on　to　his　hand；　was　little　Charlie　Bucket　himself。
　　All　the　children；　except　Charlie；　had　both　their　mothers　and　fathers　with　them；　and　it　was　a　good　thing　that　they　had；　otherwise　the　whole　party　might　have　got　out　of　hand。　They　were　so　eager　to　get　going　that　their　parents　were　having　to　hold　them　back　by　force　to　prevent　them　from　climbing　over　the　gates。　'Be　patient！'　cried　the　fathers。　'Be　still！　It's　not　time　yet！　It's　not　ten　o'clock！'
　　Behind　him；　Charlie　Bucket　could　hear　the　shouts　of　the　people　in　the　crowd　as　they　pushed　and　fought　to　get　a　glimpse　of　the　famous　children。
　　'There's　Violet　Beauregarde！'　he　heard　someone　shouting。　'That's　her　all　right！　I　can　remember　her　face　from　the　newspapers！'
　　'And　you　know　what？'　somebody　else　shouted　back。　'She's　still　chewing　that　dreadful　old　piece　of　gum　she's　had　for　three　months！　You　look　at　her　jaws！　They're　still　working　on　it！'
　　'Who's　the　big　fat　boy？'
　　'That's　Augustus　Gloop！'
　　'So　it　is！'
　　'Enormous；　isn't　he！'
　　'Fantastic！'
　　'Who's　the　kid　with　a　picture　of　The　Lone　Ranger　stencilled　on　his　windcheater？'
　　'That's　Mike　Teavee！　He's　the　television　fiend！'
　　'He　must　be　crazy！　Look　at　all　those　toy　pistols　he's　got　hanging　all　over　him！'
　　'The　one　I　want　to　see　is　Veruca　Salt！'　shouted　another　voice　in　the　crowd。　'She's　the　girl　whose　father　bought　up　half　a　million　chocolate　bars　and　then　made　the　workers　in　his　peanut　factory　unwrap　every　one　of　them　until　they　found　a　Golden　Ticket！　He　gives　her　anything　she　wants！　Absolutely　anything！　She　only　has　to　start　screaming　for　it　and　she　gets　it！'
　　'Dreadful；　isn't　it？'
　　'Shocking；　I　call　it！'
　　'Which　do　you　think　is　her？'
　　'That　one！　Over　there　on　the　left！　The　little　girl　in　the　silver　mink　coat！'
　　'Which　one　is　Charlie　Bucket？'
　　'Charlie　Bucket？　He　must　be　that　skinny　little　shrimp　standing　beside　the　old　fellow　who　looks　like　a　skeleton。　Very　close　to　us。　Just　there！　See　hi