Аудиокнига на английском языке, сказка Льюиса Кэрролла «Приключения Алисы в Стране чудес».
Глава первая - Down the Rabbit Hole.
Был жаркий день. Алиса сидела под деревом в саду вместе с сестрой, читающей книгу. Алиса решила нарвать цветов, но тут она увидела необычного кролика в синем пальто и с часами, проходящего мимо.
Она захотела поймать его. Но кролик скрылся в норе. Алиса последовала за ним, и вдруг стала падать бесконечно долго...
Alice felt too sleepy to play, and there was nobody to play with. It was a hot afternoon, so she was sitting in the garden under a tree.
Her sister was sitting beside her, but she was reading a book. Alice looked at the book. There were no pictures in the book, and Alice didn"t like books without pictures.
"I think I"ll go and pick some flowers," she said to herself.
She began to get up, but she forgot about the flowers at once because she saw a rabbit.
She often saw rabbits in the garden, but this rabbit was different.
He had large, pink ears, like most rabbits, but unlike most rabbits, he was wearing a blue coat and had a watch in his hand. He was looking at his watch and saying, "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I shall be too late!"
"Oh, what an unusual rabbit!" said Alice to herself, and she jumped up and ran across the field after him. The white rabbit hurried on. He was still looking at his watch.
"I"ll catch him at the fence," thought Alice.
But, when the rabbit came to the fence, he suddenly went down a rabbit hole.
Alice followed him. She was inside a dark hole and she was falling. Either the hole was very deep or she was falling very slowly. She saw lots of things on her way down. There were cupboards on the sides of the hole, and maps and pictures. She fell and fell such a long way! She began to think she was going to fall all the way to Australia! But, after a very long time, her fall suddenly came to an end.
Alice found herself sitting on a heap of dry leaves, and she wasn"t hurt at all. She stood up quickly. She could see the white rabbit in the distance. He was still hurrying and looking at his watch.
"I mustn"t lose him now," thought Alice. She ran after him. As he turned a corner, she heard him say, "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I"m so late!"
Alice was close behind him, but when she turned the corner, the white rabbit was not there any more.
Alice looked around. She was in a long, dark, empty hall, but some lamps on the ceiling gave it light. There were doors all around the hall. Did the rabbit go out of one of the doors?
She walked right around and tried to open each door, but she couldn"t. There weren"t any keys.
"It isn"t a very good idea to run down rabbit holes after rabbits," she decided.
Suddenly she noticed a small table in the middle of the hall. There was nothing on it except a small gold key. She picked up the key and ran to one of the doors, but the key was too small to open the door. Alice was trying all the doors for a second time when she saw a low curtain. Behind the curtain she found a door about fifteen inches high.
"It"s strange I didn"t notice this one before," she thought as she turned the key.
The door opened, but Alice had to go down on her knees to see what was on the other side. The little door led to a beautiful garden. Alice wanted very much to go into that beautiful garden, but she was too big. She wandered sadly back to the table. Then, as she put the key back, she noticed a bottle on the table.
"That"s funny. This bottle wasn"t here before," she said in surprise. She picked it up. There was a piece of paper on the bottle. Alice read these words: DRINK ME. So she did, and the drink tasted so nice that she drank it all!
"Oh, what"s happening?" cried Alice. "I do feel strange."
She was getting smaller and smaller! Soon she was only ten inches tall.
"Now I can get into the garden!" she cried, but then she remembered the key. It was on top of the table and, of course, she couldn"t reach it now because she was much too small.
"I"ll never get out of this hall," thought Alice sadly. "I can"t climb up that table leg."
Then she noticed a very small cake on the floor beside her. She picked it up and read the words EAT ME on top of the cake.
"Will it make me bigger or smaller?" Alice wondered. "I"m not a very useful size now, so I suppose it doesn"t really matter," she decided. She put the cake in her mouth.
"Ow!" cried Alice as her head hit the ceiling of the hall. She was suddenly nine feet tall! She quickly picked up the little gold key and went to the door to the garden. Now she was so tall that she could only see the garden if she lay down and looked through the door with one eye.
"Oh, what can I do now?" said Alice. "I"ll never get into that garden."
She sat down and began to cry. Her tears were so big that they soon made a small lake which covered half the hall.
Alice stopped crying when she heard footsteps in the distance. She looked up and dried her eyes as the white rabbit came into the hall.
He was carrying white gloves in one hand and a pink fan in the other. He was still talking to himself, but Alice needed help badly, so she began, "Excuse me, sir."
The sound of Alice"s voice took the rabbit by surprise. He dropped his gloves and fan, and turned and ran away.
Собственно ниже фрагмент книги Приключения Алисы в Стране Чудес на родном английскомЛьюиса Кэрролла и фрагмент перевода на русский:Alice"s Adventures in Wonderland
Lewis Carroll
Chapter I
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 conversation?”
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 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 see 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 fortunately 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 a very deep well.
Перевод на русский:
ГЛАВА I. ВНИЗ ПО КРОЛИЧЬЕЙ НОРЕ
Алисе начинало уже надоедать сидеть с сестрой на берегу без всякого занятия; пару раз она заглянула было в книжку, которую читала сестра, но там не было ни картинок, ни разговоров; «а зачем нужна книжка, - подумала Алиса, - в которой ни картинок, ни разговоров?»
Так что она прикидывала в уме (насколько вообще это было возможно в столь жаркий день, когда клонит в сон и мысли путаются), способно ли удовольствие от плетения гирлянды из маргариток перевесить нежелание вставать и собирать маргаритки, как вдруг мимо нее пробежал белый кролик с розовыми глазами.
В этом, конечно, не было ничего особо примечательного; ничего особо странного не нашла Алиса и в том, что кролик бормотал себе под нос: «Ах, боже мой, боже мой! Я наверняка опоздаю!» (хотя, когда она подумала об этом позже, то решила, что ей следовало бы удивиться, но в тот момент все это показалось ей вполне естественным); но когда кролик достал самые настоящие часы из своего жилетного кармана, и посмотрел на них, и прибавил прыти, Алиса вскочила на ноги, ибо не могла припомнить, чтобы прежде ей доводилось видеть кролика, у которого был бы жилетный карман, не говоря уже о часах, которые можно оттуда достать. Так что Алиса, сгорая от любопытства, побежала по полю вслед за кроликом, и как раз успела увидеть, как тот нырнул в большую нору под изгородью.
В следующий момент Алиса нырнула за ним, ни на миг не озаботившись, как же она будет выбираться обратно.
Поначалу нора шла прямо, подобно туннелю, но затем вдруг резко оборвалась вниз, так что Алиса не успела даже сообразить, что надо остановиться, как уже падала в какой-то очень глубокий колодец.
Chapter 7 – A Mad Tea-Party
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and the talking over its head. Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse, thought Alice; only, as it s asleep, I suppose it doesn t mind.
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: No room! No room! they cried out when they saw Alice coming. There s PLENTY of room! said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
Have some wine, the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. I don t see any wine, she remarked.
There isn t any, said the March Hare.
Then it wasn t very civil of you to offer it, said Alice angrily.
It wasn t very civil of you to sit down without being invited, said the March Hare.
I didn t know it was YOUR table, said Alice; it s laid for a great many more than three.
Your hair wants cutting, said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
You should learn not to make personal remarks, Alice said with some severity; it s very rude.
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, Why is a raven like a writing-desk?
Come, we shall have some fun now! thought Alice. I m glad they ve begun asking riddles.–I believe I can guess that, she added aloud.
Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it? said the March Hare.
Exactly so, said Alice.
Then you should say what you mean, the March Hare went on.
I do, Alice hastily replied; at least–at least I mean what I say–that s the same thing, you know.
Not the same thing a bit! said the Hatter. You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!
You might just as well say, added the March Hare, that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!
You might just as well say, added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, that “I breathe when I sleep” is the same thing as “I sleep when I breathe”!
It IS the same thing with you, said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn t much.
The Hatter was the first to break the silence. What day of the month is it? he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.
Alice considered a little, and then said The fourth.
Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn t suit the works! he added looking angrily at the March Hare.
It was the BEST butter, the March Hare meekly replied.
Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well, the Hatter grumbled: you shouldn t have put it in with the bread-knife.
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, It was the BEST butter, you know.
Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. What a funny watch! she remarked. It tells the day of the month, and doesn t tell what o clock it is!
Why should it? muttered the Hatter. Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?
Of course not, Alice replied very readily: but that s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.
Which is just the case with MINE, said the Hatter.
Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter s remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. I don t quite understand you, she said, as politely as she could.
The Dormouse is asleep again, said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose.
The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes, Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.
Have you guessed the riddle yet? the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
No, I give it up, Alice replied: what s the answer?
I haven t the slightest idea, said the Hatter.
Nor I, said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. I think you might do something better with the time, she said, than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.
If you knew Time as well as I do, said the Hatter, you wouldn t talk about wasting IT. It s HIM.
I don t know what you mean, said Alice.
Of course you don t! the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. I dare say you never even spoke to Time!
Perhaps not, Alice cautiously replied: but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.
Ah! that accounts for it, said the Hatter. He won t stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he d do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you d only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!
(I only wish it was, the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)
That would be grand, certainly, said Alice thoughtfully: but then–I shouldn t be hungry for it, you know.
Not at first, perhaps, said the Hatter: but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.
Is that the way YOU manage? Alice asked.
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. Not I! he replied. We quarrelled last March–just before HE went mad, you know– (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) –it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you re at!”
You know the song, perhaps?
I ve heard something like it, said Alice.
It goes on, you know, the Hatter continued, in this way:–
“Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle–”‘
Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle– and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop.
Well, I d hardly finished the first verse, said the Hatter, when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, “He s murdering the time! Off with his head!”‘
How dreadfully savage! exclaimed Alice.
And ever since that, the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, he won t do a thing I ask! It s always six o clock now.
A bright idea came into Alice s head. Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here? she asked.
Yes, that s it, said the Hatter with a sigh: it s always tea-time, and we ve no time to wash the things between whiles.
Then you keep moving round, I suppose? said Alice.
Exactly so, said the Hatter: as the things get used up.
But what happens when you come to the beginning again? Alice ventured to ask.
Suppose we change the subject, the March Hare interrupted, yawning. I m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.
I m afraid I don t know one, said Alice, rather alarmed at the proposal.
Then the Dormouse shall! they both cried. Wake up, Dormouse! And they pinched it on both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. I wasn t asleep, he said in a hoarse, feeble voice: I heard every word you fellows were saying.
Tell us a story! said the March Hare.
Yes, please do! pleaded Alice.
And be quick about it, added the Hatter, or you ll be asleep again before it s done.
Once upon a time there were three little sisters, the Dormouse began in a great hurry; and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well–
What did they live on? said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking.
They lived on treacle, said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.
They couldn t have done that, you know, Alice gently remarked; they d have been ill.
So they were, said the Dormouse; VERY ill.
Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: But why did they live at the bottom of a well?
Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
I ve had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can t take more.
You mean you can t take LESS, said the Hatter: it s very easy to take MORE than nothing.
Nobody asked YOUR opinion, said Alice.
Who s making personal remarks now? the Hatter asked triumphantly.
Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated her question. Why did they live at the bottom of a well?
The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said, It was a treacle-well.
There s no such thing! Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare went Sh! sh! and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, If you can t be civil, you d better finish the story for yourself.
No, please go on! Alice said very humbly; I won t interrupt again. I dare say there may be ONE.
One, indeed! said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to go on. And so these three little sisters–they were learning to draw, you know–
What did they draw? said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.
Treacle, said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
I want a clean cup, interrupted the Hatter: let s all move one place on.
He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse s place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: But I don t understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?
You can draw water out of a water-well, said the Hatter; so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well–eh, stupid?
But they were IN the well, Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark.
Of course they were , said the Dormouse; –well in.
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it.
They were learning to draw, the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; and they drew all manner of things–everything that begins with an M–
Why with an M? said Alice.
Why not? said the March Hare.
Alice was silent.
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: –that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness– you know you say things are “much of a muchness”–did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?
Really, now you ask me, said Alice, very much confused, I don t think–
Then you shouldn t talk, said the Hatter.
This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.
At any rate I ll never go THERE again! said Alice as she picked her way through the wood. It s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!
Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. That s very curious! she thought. But everything s curious today. I think I may as well go in at once. And in she went.
Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little glass table. Now, I ll manage better this time, she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her pocked) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down the little passage: and THEN–she found herself at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.
Chapter 1 – Down the Rabbit Hole : Alice is feeling bored and drowsy while sitting on the riverbank with her older sister, who is reading a book with no pictures or conversations. She then notices a talking, clothed White Rabbit with a pocket watch run past. She follows it down a rabbit hole, but suddenly falls a long way to a curious hall with many locked doors of all sizes. She finds a small key to a door too small for her to fit through, but through it she sees an attractive garden. She then discovers a bottle on a table labelled «DRINK ME», the contents of which cause her to shrink too small to reach the key, which she has left on the table. She eats a cake with «EAT ME» written on it in currants as the chapter closes.
Chapter 2 – The Pool of Tears : Chapter Two opens with Alice growing to such a tremendous size that her head hits the ceiling. Alice is unhappy and, as she cries, her tears flood the hallway. After shrinking down again due to a fan she had picked up, Alice swims through her own tears and meets a Mouse, who is swimming as well. She tries to make small talk with him in elementary French (thinking he may be a French mouse) but her opening gambit «Où est ma chatte? » («Where is my cat?») offends the mouse and he tries to escape her.
Chapter 3 – The Caucus Race and a Long Tale : The sea of tears becomes crowded with other animals and birds that have been swept away by the rising waters. Alice and the other animals convene on the bank and the question among them is how to get dry again. The Mouse gives them a very dry lecture on William the Conqueror. A Dodo decides that the best thing to dry them off would be a Caucus-Race, which consists of everyone running in a circle with no clear winner. Alice eventually frightens all the animals away, unwittingly, by talking about her (moderately ferocious) cat.
Chapter 4 – The Rabbit Sends a Little Bill : The White Rabbit appears again in search of the Duchess’s gloves and fan. Mistaking her for his maidservant, Mary Ann, he orders Alice to go into the house and retrieve them, but once she gets inside she starts growing. The horrified Rabbit orders his gardener, Bill the Lizard, to climb on the roof and go down the chimney. Outside, Alice hears the voices of animals that have gathered to gawk at her giant arm. The crowd hurls pebbles at her, which turn into little cakes. Alice eats them, and make her smaller again.
Chapter 5 – Advice from a Caterpillar : Alice comes upon a mushroom; sitting on it is a blue Caterpillar smoking a hookah. The Caterpillar questions Alice and she admits to her current identity crisis, compounded by her inability to remember a poem. Before crawling away, the caterpillar tells Alice that one side of the mushroom will make her taller and the other side will make her shorter. She breaks off two pieces from the mushroom. One side makes her shrink smaller than ever, while another causes her neck to grow high into the trees, where a pigeon mistakes her for a serpent. With some effort, Alice brings herself back to her normal height. She stumbles upon a small estate and uses the mushroom to reach a more appropriate height.
Chapter 6 – Pig and Pepper : A Fish-Footman has an invitation for the Duchess of the house, which he delivers to a Frog-Footman. Alice observes this transaction and, after a perplexing conversation with the frog, lets herself into the house. The Duchess’s Cook is throwing dishes and making a soup that has too much pepper, which causes Alice, the Duchess, and her baby (but not the cook or grinning Cheshire Cat) to sneeze violently. Alice is given the baby by the Duchess and to her surprise, the baby turns into a pig. The Cheshire Cat appears in a tree, directing her to the March Hare’s house. He disappears, but his grin remains behind to float on its own in the air, prompting Alice to remark that she has often seen a cat without a grin but never a grin without a cat.
Chapter 7 – A Mad Tea-Party : Alice becomes a guest at a «mad» tea party along with the March Hare, the Hatter, and a very tired Dormouse who falls asleep frequently, only to be violently woken up moments later by the March Hare and the Hatter. The characters give Alice many riddles and stories, including the famous «Why is a raven like a writing desk?». The Hatter reveals that they have tea all day because Time has punished him by eternally standing still at 6 pm (tea time). Alice becomes insulted and tired of being bombarded with riddles and she leaves, claiming that it was the stupidest tea party that she had ever been to.
Chapter 8 – The Queen’s Croquet Ground : Alice leaves the tea party and enters the garden, where she comes upon three living playing cards painting the white roses on a rose tree red because The Queen of Hearts hates white roses. A procession of more cards, kings and queens and even the White Rabbit enters the garden. Alice then meets the King and Queen. The Queen, a figure difficult to please, introduces her trademark phrase «Off with his head!», which she utters at the slightest dissatisfaction with a subject. Alice is invited (or some might say ordered) to play a game of croquet with the Queen and the rest of her subjects, but the game quickly descends into chaos. Live flamingos are used as mallets and hedgehogs as balls, and Alice once again meets the Cheshire Cat. The Queen of Hearts then orders the Cat to be beheaded, only to have her executioner complain that this is impossible since the head is all that can be seen of him. Because the cat belongs to the Duchess, the Queen is prompted to release the Duchess from prison to resolve the matter.
Chapter 9 – The Mock Turtle’s Story : The Duchess is brought to the croquet ground at Alice’s request. She ruminates on finding morals in everything around her. The Queen of Hearts dismisses her with the threat of execution and she introduces Alice to the Gryphon, who takes her to the Mock Turtle. The Mock Turtle is very sad, even though he has no sorrow. He tries to tell his story about how he used to be a real turtle in school, which the Gryphon interrupts so that they can play a game.
Chapter 10 – Lobster Quadrille : The Mock Turtle and the Gryphon dance to the Lobster Quadrille, while Alice recites (rather incorrectly) «‘Tis the Voice of the Lobster». The Mock Turtle sings them «Beautiful Soup » during which the Gryphon drags Alice away for an impending trial.
Chapter 11 – Who Stole the Tarts? : Alice attends a trial in which the Knave of Hearts is accused of stealing the Queen’s tarts. The jury is composed of various animals, including Bill the Lizard; the White Rabbit is the court’s trumpeter; and the judge is the King of Hearts. During the proceedings, Alice finds that she is steadily growing larger. The dormouse scolds Alice and tells her she has no right to grow at such a rapid pace and take up all the air. Alice scoffs and calls the dormouse’s accusation ridiculous because everyone grows and she cannot help it. Meanwhile, witnesses at the trial include the Hatter, who displeases and frustrates the King through his indirect answers to the questioning, and the Duchess’s cook.
Chapter 12 – Alice’s Evidence : Alice is then called up as a witness. She accidentally knocks over the jury box with the animals inside, and the King orders the animals to be placed back into their seats before the trial continues. The King and Queen order Alice to be gone, citing Rule 42 («All persons more than a mile high to leave the court»), but Alice disputes their judgement and refuses to leave. She argues with the King and Queen of Hearts over the ridiculous proceedings, eventually refusing to hold her tongue. The Queen shouts her familiar «Off with her head!» but Alice is unafraid, calling them out as just a pack of cards, just as they start to swarm over her. Alice’s sister wakes her up from a dream, brushing what turns out to be some leaves, and not a shower of playing cards, from Alice’s face. Alice leaves her sister on the bank to imagine all the curious happenings for herself.
Сказку, известную в России как «Алиса в Стране Чудес», автор начал писать 4 июля 1862 года. А уже спустя три года сказка была впервые опубликована. Полное название сказки — «Приключения Алисы в Стране Чудес» (англ. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) — это литературная обработка рукописной книги с рабочим названием «Приключения Алисы под землей». Написал сказку английский математик, поэт и писатель Чарльз Лютвидж Доджсон, известный широкой публике под своим вымышленным именем Льюис Кэрролл.
Сказка повествует о семилетней девочке Алисе, которая попадает в вымышленный мир – Страну Чудес, населенную загадочными странными существами. В сказке девочка представлена любознательным ребенком с причудливым логическим складом ума. В сказке более 11 стихотворений, которые представляют собой пародии на популярные в то время нравоучительные стихи и песни и вряд ли знакомы современному читателю. Льюис Кэррол также использовал в повествовании многочисленные аллюзии, лингвистические, философские и математические шутки. Многие сцены сказки в разное время подвергались всестороннему анализу специалистами различных отраслей знаний. Именно это произведение, его структура и ход повествования наложили серьезный отпечаток на дальнейшее развитие жанра фэнтези в литературе.
В 1867 году книга была издана в США, а в 1889 году была создана новая версия произведения – «Алиса для детей» (англ. The Nursery «Alice»), которая представляла собой сильно сокращенный, адаптированный для самых маленьких читателей, вариант сказки.
Произведение Льюиса Кэролла «Приключения Алисы в Стране Чудес» признана одним из лучших литературных произведений в жанре абсурд и пользуется устойчивой популярностью у детей и взрослых по всему миру на протяжении уже почти двух веков.
Сегодня существует бесчисленное количество различных переводов сказки про Алису на многие языки мира, в том числе и на русский. Сами переводчики и литературоведы неоднократно отмечали, что произведение Кэролла, построенное на многочисленных английских шутках и остротах, каламбурах, лингвистических тонкостях, весьма сложно для перевода. Всем известно насколько специфичен английский юмор и его смысл порой трудно передать, переводя шутки на другой язык. В буквальном переводе трудно сохранить юмор и легкость, а при ассоциативном адаптированном получается совсем не та сказка и по сей день специалисты никак не могут прийти к общему мнению о том, как следует переводить «Алису».
А пока они спорят, прочтите сказку в оригинале, ведь только так можно полностью понять задумку автора. А чтобы вы не утонули в философских и литературных тонкостях произведения, мы также публикуем для вас перевод, наиболее близкий по смыслу к оригиналу.
Приятного чтения!