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Люди спешили мимо по тротуару, они прятали лица в теплые воротники, и снег хрустел у них под ногами. Никто из них не искал деньги, никто не обращал внимания на мальчугана, копавшегося в снегу.

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Люди спешили мимо по тротуару, они прятали лица в теплые воротники, и снег хрустел у них под ногами. Никто из них не искал деньги, никто не обращал внимания на мальчугана, копавшегося в снегу. 0.00 из 5.00 0 оценок
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Так что же, эти пятьдесят пенсов - его? Можно их взять?

Чарли осторожно достал монетку из-под снега. Она была мокрая, грязная, но в остальном - отличная монета!


Чарли держал монету в дрожащей руке и во все глаза смотрел на нее. Сейчас она значила для него только одно: будет еда!

Чарли машинально повернулся и направился к ближайшему магазину. Он был в десяти, шагах от этого места. Магазин, где продавались газеты, сигары, писчебумажные товары и, конечно, конфеты.

- Что делать? - прошептал самому себе Чарли. - Купить одну душистую шоколадку, сразу же съесть ее всю до крошки, а оставшиеся деньги принести домой и отдать маме.

During the next two weeks, the weather turned very cold. First came the snow. It began very suddenly one morning just as Charlie Bucket was getting dressed for school. Standing by the window, he saw the huge flakes drifting slowly down out of an icy sky that was the colour of steel. By evening, it lay four feet deep around the tiny house, and Mr Bucket had to dig a path from the front door to the road. After the snow, there came a freezing gale that blew for days and days without stopping. And oh, how bitter cold it was! Everything that Charlie touched seemed to be made of ice, and each time he stepped outside the door, the wind was like a knife on his cheek. Inside the house, little jets of freezing air came rushing in through the sides of the windows and under the doors, and there was no place to go to escape them. The four old ones lay silent and huddled in their bed, trying to keep the cold out of their bones. The excitement over the Golden Tickets had long since been forgotten. Nobody in the family gave a thought now to anything except the two vital problems of trying to keep warm and trying to get enough to eat. There is something about very cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are all a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want — or near enough. But Charlie Bucket never got what he wanted because the family couldn't afford it, and as the cold weather went on and on, he became ravenously and desperately hungry. Both bars of chocolate, the birthday one and the one Grandpa Joe had bought, had long since been nibbled away, and all he got now were those thin, cabbagy meals three times a day. Then all at once, the meals became even thinner.The reason for this was that the toothpaste factory, the place where Mr Bucket worked, suddenly went bust and had to close down. Quickly, Mr Bucket tried to get another job. But he had no luck. In the end, the only way in which he managed to earn a few pennies was by shovelling snow in the streets. But it wasn't enough to buy even a quarter of the food that seven people needed. The situation became desperate. Breakfast was a single slice of bread for each person now, and lunch was maybe half a boiled potato. Slowly but surely, everybody in the house began to starve. And every day, little Charlie Bucket, trudging through the snow on his way to school, would have to pass Mr Willy Wonka's giant chocolate factory. And every day, as he came near to it, he would lift his small pointed nose high in the air and sniff the wonderful sweet smell of melting chocolate. Sometimes, he would stand motionless outside the gates for several minutes on end, taking deep swallowing breaths as though he were trying to eat the smell itself. 'That child,' said Grandpa Joe, poking his head up from under the blanket one icy morning, 'that child has got to have more food. It doesn't matter about us. We're too old to bother with. But a growing boy! He can't go on like this! He's beginning to look like a skeleton!' 'What can one do?' murmured Grandma Josephine miserably. 'He refuses to take any of ours. I hear his mother tried to slip her own piece of bread on to his plate at breakfast this morning, but he wouldn't touch it. He made her take it back.' 'He's a fine little fellow,' said Grandpa George. 'He deserves better than this.' The cruel weather went on and on. And every day, Charlie Bucket grew thinner and thinner. His face became frighteningly white and pinched. The skin was drawn so tightly over the cheeks that you could see the shapes of the bones underneath. It seemed doubtful whether he could go on much longer like this without becoming dangerously ill. And now, very calmly, with that curious wisdom that seems to come so often to small children in times of hardship, he began to make little changes here and there in some of the things that he did, so as to save his strength. In the mornings, he left the house ten minutes earlier so that he could walk slowly to school, without ever having to run. He sat quietly in the classroom during break, resting himself, while the others rushed outdoors and threw snowballs and wrestled in the snow. Everything he did now, he did slowly and carefully, to prevent exhaustion. Then one afternoon, walking back home with the icy wind in his face (and incidentally feeling hungrier than he had ever felt before), his eye was caught suddenly by something silvery lying in the gutter, in the snow. Charlie stepped off the kerb and bent down to examine it. Part of it was buried under the snow, but he saw at once what it was. It was a fifty-pence piece! Quickly he looked around him. Had somebody just dropped it? No — that was impossible because of the way part of it was buried. Several people went hurrying past him on the pavement, their chins sunk deep in the collars of their coats, their feet crunching in the snow. None of them was searching for any money; none of them was taking the slightest notice of the small boy crouching in the gutter. Then was it his, this fifty pence? Could he have it? Carefully, Charlie pulled it out from under the snow. It was damp and dirty, but otherwise perfect. A WHOLE fifty pence! He held it tightly between his shivering fingers, gazing down at it. It meant one thing to him at that moment, only one thing. It meant FOOD. Automatically, Charlie turned and began moving towards the nearest shop. It was only ten paces away... it was a newspaper and stationery shop, the kind that sells almost everything, including sweets and cigars... and what he would do, he whispered quickly to himself... he would buy one luscious bar of chocolate and eat it all up, every bit of it, right then and there... and the rest of the money he would take straight back home and give to his mother.      

Глава 11. Чудо


Chapter 11. The Miracle  

Чарли вошел в магазин и положил мокрую монету на прилавок.

- Один "Восторг Вонки", - сказал он, вспомнив, как понравилась ему шоколадка, подаренная на день рождения.

Продавец был толстый, сытый. Толстые губы, толстые щеки и очень толстая шея. Жирные складки нависали над воротником, как ярмо у быка. Он достал плитку шоколада и протянул Чарли.

Тот быстро разорвал обертку и откусил большущий кусок. Потом он откусил еще... и еще... Ах! Какое наслаждение - ощутить во рту что-то твердое и сладкое! Какое блаженство - чувствовать, что во рту еда!

- Тебе, кажется, хотелось именно такую, сынок? - ласково спросил продавец.

Чарли только кивнул - рот у него был набит шоколадом. Продавец положил сдачу на прилавок.

- Не торопись, - посоветовал он, - если будешь глотать не жуя, заболит живот.

Чарли жадно глотал шоколад. Он не мог остановиться. И полминуты не прошло, а шоколадка уже исчезла. У Чарли даже дыхание  перехватило от счастья.

Он протянул руку за сдачей, но помедлил. Его глаза были устремлены на прилавок - туда, где лежали блестящие монеты. Каждая по пять пенсов. Их было девять. Ничего не случится, если их станет восемь...

- Будьте добры, еще одну... такую же... - тихо попросил он.

- Пожалуйста, - сказал толстяк, доставая с полки шоколадку "Восторг Вонки" и кладя ее на прилавок.

Чарли схватил шоколадку, разорвал обертку, и вдруг... под ней... блеснуло что-то золотое.

 У мальчика замерло сердце.

- Это же золотой билет! - закричал продавец и высоко подпрыгнул. – Ты нашел золотой билет! Последний золотой билет! Эй! Люди! Скорей! Сюда! Смотрите! Этот мальчик нашел последний золотой билет Вонки! Вот он, у него в руках!

Казалось, продавца вот-вот хватит удар.

- В моем магазине! - кричал он. - Он нашел его прямо здесь, в моем маленьком магазине! Эй! Кто-нибудь! Скорей позовите корреспондентов! Осторожно, сынок, не порви билет, когда будешь доставать шоколадку. Ему цены нет.

Через несколько секунд вокруг Чарли уже толпилось более двадцати человек. А с улицы подходили и подходили все новые люди. Каждый хотел взглянуть на золотой билет и его счастливого обладателя.

- Где он? - кричал кто-то. - Покажите, а то не видно!

- Вот он, вот! - кричал другой. - У мальчика в руке! Видите, как блестит!

- Хотел бы я знать, как он его отыскал! - сердито рявкнул какой-то большой парень. - Я каждую неделю покупаю по двадцать плиток в день!

- Подумать только, сколько у него будет бесплатного шоколада! - позавидовал другой мальчишка. - На всю жизнь хватит.

- Ему это не повредит! Ведь настоящий скелет! - засмеялась какая-то девчонка.

Чарли не шевелился. Он даже не достал золотой билет из-под обертки. Просто тихо стоял с шоколадкой в руке, а вокруг шумела толпа. У Чарли кружилась голова, ему показалось, он медленно поднимается в небо, словно воздушный шарик. Ноги будто и не касались земли. Сердце в груди громко стучало.

Вдруг Чарли ощутил на своем плече чью-то руку. Подняв голову, он увидел перед собой высокого мужчину.

- Послушай, - прошептал тот, - я куплю его у тебя за пятьдесят фунтов. Ну как? Согласен? А в придачу дам еще новый велосипед. Идет?

- Вы что, ненормальный? - закричала стоявшая рядом женщина. - Я дам ему двести фунтов. Хотите продать билет за двести фунтов, молодой человек?

- Все, хватит! - закричал толстый продавец. Он протиснулся сквозь толпу и крепко взял Чарли за руку. - Оставьте мальчика в покое! Разойдитесь! Пропустите его! - А Чарли он по дороге к выходу прошептал: - Никому его не отдавай, скорей беги домой, пока не потерял. Беги всю дорогу до самого дома, не останавливайся. Понял?

Чарли кивнул.

- Знаешь, малыш, - улыбнулся продавец, - мне кажется, билет пришелся очень кстати. Я ужасно рад, что он достался именно тебе. Желаю удачи, сынок!

- Спасибо, - сказал Чарли и во весь дух припустил по снегу. Пробегая мимо фабрики мистера Вилли Вонки, он на секунду остановился, помахал рукой и пропел:

- До встречи! До скорой встречи! - А через пять минут он был уже дома.

Charlie entered the shop and laid the damp fifty pence on the counter. 'One Wonka's Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight,' he said, remembering how much he had loved the one he had on his birthday. The man behind the counter looked fat and well-fed. He had big lips and fat cheeks and a very fat neck. The fat around his neck bulged out all around the top of his collar like a rubber ring. He turned and reached behind him for the chocolate bar, then he turned back again and handed it to Charlie. Charlie grabbed it and quickly tore off the wrapper and took an enormous bite. Then he took another... and another... and oh, the joy of being able to cram large pieces of something sweet and solid into one's mouth! The sheer blissful joy of being able to fill one's mouth with rich solid food! 'You look like you wanted that one, sonny,' the shopkeeper said pleasantly. Charlie nodded, his mouth bulging with chocolate. The shopkeeper put Charlie's change on the counter.  'Take it easy,' he said. 'It'll give you a tummy-ache if you swallow it like that without chewing.' Charlie went on wolfing the chocolate. He couldn't stop. And in less than half a minute, the whole thing had disappeared down his throat. He was quite out of breath, but he felt marvellously, extraordinarily happy. He reached out a hand to take the change. Then he paused. His eyes were just above the level of the counter. They were staring at the silver coins lying there. The coins were all five-penny pieces. There were nine of them altogether. Surely it wouldn't matter if he spent just one more... 'I think,' he said quietly, 'I think... I'll have just one more of those chocolate bars. The same kind as before, please.' 'Why not?' the fat shopkeeper said, reaching behind him again and taking another Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight from the shelf. He laid it on the counter. Charlie picked it up and tore off the wrapper... and suddenly... from underneath the wrapper... there came a brilliant flash of gold. Charlie's heart stood still. 'It's a Golden Ticket!' screamed the shopkeeper, leaping about a foot in the air. 'You've got a Golden Ticket! You've found the last Golden Ticket! Hey, would you believe it! Come and look at this, everybody! The kid's found Wonka's last Golden Ticket! There it is! It's right here in his hands!' It seemed as though the shopkeeper might be going to have a fit. 'In my shop, too!' he yelled. 'He found it right here in my own little shop! Somebody call the newspapers quick and let them know! Watch out now, sonny! Don't tear it as you unwrap it! That thing's precious!' In a few seconds, there was a crowd of about twenty people clustering around Charlie, and many more were pushing their way in from the street. Everybody wanted to get a look at the Golden Ticket and at the lucky finder. 'Where is it?' somebody shouted. 'Hold it up so all of us can see it!' 'There it is, there!' someone else shouted. 'He's holding it in his hands! See the gold shining!' 'How did he manage to find it, I'd like to know?' a large boy shouted angrily. 'Twenty bars a day I've been buying for weeks and weeks!' 'Think of all the free stuff he'll be getting too!' another boy said enviously. 'A lifetime supply!' 'He'll need it, the skinny little shrimp!' a girl said, laughing. Charlie hadn't moved. He hadn't even unwrapped the Golden Ticket from around the chocolate. He was standing very still, holding it tightly with both hands while the crowd pushed and shouted all around him. He felt quite dizzy. There was a peculiar floating sensation coming over him, as though he were floating up in the air like a balloon. His feet didn't seem to be touching the ground at all. He could hear his heart thumping away loudly somewhere in his throat. At that point, he became aware of a hand resting lightly on his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw a tall man standing over him. 'Listen,' the man whispered. 'I'll buy it from you. I'll give you fifty pounds. How about it, eh? And I'll give you a new bicycle as well. Okay?' 'Are you crazy?' shouted a woman who was standing equally close. 'Why, I'd give him two hundred pounds for that ticket! You want to sell that ticket for two hundred pounds, young man?' 'That's quite enough of that!' the fat shopkeeper shouted, pushing his way through the crowd and taking Charlie firmly by the arm. 'Leave the kid alone, will you! Make way there! Let him out!' And to Charlie, as he led him to the door, he whispered, 'Don't you let anybody have it! Take it straight home, quickly, before you lose it! Run all the way and don't stop till you get there, you understand?' Charlie nodded. 'You know something,' the fat shopkeeper said, pausing a moment and smiling at Charlie, 'I have a feeling you needed a break like this. I'm awfully glad you got it. Good luck to you, sonny.' 'Thank you,' Charlie said, and off he went, running through the snow as fast as his legs would go. And as he flew past Mr Willy Wonka's factory, he turned and waved at it and sang out, 'I'll be seeing you! I'll be seeing you soon!' And five minutes later he arrived at his own home.      

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