Book: Alice in Wonderland. Page 1

- I am desperate...
- Desperate? - she repeated. - Do you drink tea and not milk? Don't know how you can drink tea! Yes, even in the morning!

- We, - said Alice, panting, when long time running with all speed, you get in another place.
'A slow sort of country! - said the Queen.

Hear the snow rustling on the glass, kitty? What he is fluffy and soft! As he fondled the Windows! Snow, right, loves the fields and the trees, if he so gentle with them! He covers them with a white feather that it was warm and cozy, and says: "Sleep, dear, sleep until the summer."

This whole world - chess (unless, of course, it can be called a world). This is one great big party. Oh, how interesting! And how I wish that I was in this game! I even agree to be a Pawn, if only I took... Although, of course, most of all I would like to be the Queen!

I'm here now, for example, two hours of desperate... with jam and sweet rolls.

The sun was shining in the heavens,
Shining with all his might,
Was bright the sea surface
Like a mirror, just exactly
Which is very strange - because then
Was dead of the night.

Tomorrow is never today. Is it possible to Wake up in the morning and say, "Well, now, finally, tomorrow"?

- By the way, ' said the White Queen, lowering her eyes and wringing her hands nervously, - last week Friday was such a storm! I wanted to say - in Friday!
Alice was surprised.
- We, - she said, - more of the same Friday time does not happen!
- What misery! snorted the red Queen. - Well, we have six, seven Fridays of the week!

- It is impossible to believe in the impossible!
- You just have little experience - said the Queen. - At your age, I devoted a half hour every day! In other days I had time to believe a dozen impossible things before Breakfast!

- Who did YOU meet on the road?
- No one.
- This young lady saw him too.

When you walk in, head straight up, put socks apart and always remember who you are.

I'm sorry, but I did not understand the gift narodenia? What is it?
- A gift that you do not give birthday, of course.
Alice thought.
- I prefer gifts for birthday, - she said finally.
- And here is the reason! cried Humpty Dumpty. - How many days?
Three hundred sixty-five.
- How many of you have birthdays?
One.
Three hundred sixty-five minus one - how much will it be?
Three hundred sixty-four, of course.
- ... Okay, three hundred and sixty four days a year, you can get gifts on the day of prodenia.
"Quite right," said Alice.
And only once for a birthday!

- Excuse me? - said Alice, flustered.
- I'm not offended, ' said Humpty Dumpty. - Do not apologize!

- Why do you always say, "don't bury"? - finally asked Alice angrily. - What do I plant? And where?
- Your mind you buried! And I don't know where!