查理和巧克力工厂 作者:[英]罗尔德·达尔-第1部分

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　　Charlie　and　the　Chocolate　Factory
　　There　are　five　children　in　this　book：
　　AUGUSTUS　GLOOP
　　A　greedy　boy
　　VERUCA　SALT
　　A　girl　who　is　spoiled　by　her　parents
　　VIOLET　BEAUREGARDE
　　A　girl　who　chews　gum　all　day　long
　　MIKE　TEAVEE
　　A　boy　who　does　nothing　but　watch　television
　　And　　　CHARLIE　BUCKET
　　The　hero
　　
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　　Here　es　Charlie
　　These　two　very　old　people　are　the　father　and　mother　of　Mr　Bucket。　Their　names　are　Grandpa　Joe　and　Grandma　Josephine。
　　And　these　two　very　old　people　are　the　father　and　mother　of　Mrs　Bucket。　Their　names　are　Grandpa　George　and　Grandma　Georgina。
　　This　is　Mr　Bucket。　This　is　Mrs　Bucket。
　　Mr　and　Mrs　Bucket　have　a　small　boy　whose　name　is　Charlie。
　　This　is　Charlie。
　　How　d'you　do？　And　how　d'you　do？　And　how　d'you　do　again？　He　is　pleased　to　meet　you。
　　The　whole　of　this　family　—　the　six　grown…ups　（count　them）　and　little　Charlie　Bucket　—　live　together　in　a　small　wooden　house　on　the　edge　of　a　great　town。
　　The　house　wasn't　nearly　large　enough　for　so　many　people；　and　life　was　extremely　unfortable　for　them　all。　There　were　only　two　rooms　in　the　place　altogether；　and　there　was　only　one　bed。　The　bed　was　given　to　the　four　old　grandparents　because　they　were　so　old　and　tired。　They　were　so　tired；　they　never　got　out　of　it。
　　Grandpa　Joe　and　Grandma　Josephine　on　this　side；　Grandpa　George　and　Grandma　Georgina　on　this　side。
　　Mr　and　Mrs　Bucket　and　little　Charlie　Bucket　slept　in　the　other　room；　upon　mattresses　on　the　floor。
　　In　the　summertime；　this　wasn't　too　bad；　but　in　the　winter；　freezing　cold　draughts　blew　across　the　floor　all　night　long；　and　it　was　awful。
　　There　wasn't　any　question　of　them　being　able　to　buy　a　better　house　—　or　even　one　more　bed　to　sleep　in。　They　were　far　too　poor　for　that。
　　Mr　Bucket　was　the　only　person　in　the　family　with　a　job。　He　worked　in　a　toothpaste　factory；　where　he　sat　all　day　long　at　a　bench　and　screwed　the　little　caps　on　to　the　tops　of　the　tubes　of　toothpaste　after　the　tubes　had　been　filled。　But　a　toothpaste　cap…screwer　is　never　paid　very　much　money；　and　poor　Mr　Bucket；　however　hard　he　worked；　and　however　fast　he　screwed　on　the　caps；　was　never　able　to　make　enough　to　buy　one　half　of　the　things　that　so　large　a　family　needed。　There　wasn't　even　enough　money　to　buy　proper　food　for　them　all。　The　only　meals　they　could　afford　were　bread　and　margarine　for　breakfast；　boiled　potatoes　and　cabbage　for　lunch；　and　cabbage　soup　for　supper。　Sundays　were　a　bit　better。　They　all　looked　forward　to　Sundays　because　then；　although　they　had　exactly　the　same；　everyone　was　allowed　a　second　helping。
　　The　Buckets；　of　course；　didn't　starve；　but　every　one　of　them　—　the　two　old　grandfathers；　the　two　old　grandmothers；　Charlie's　father；　Charlie's　mother；　and　especially　little　Charlie　himself　—　went　about　from　morning　till　night　with　a　horrible　empty　feeling　in　their　tummies。
　　Charlie　felt　it　worst　of　all。　And　although　his　father　and　mother　often　went　without　their　own　share　of　lunch　or　supper　so　that　they　could　give　it　to　him；　it　still　wasn't　nearly　enough　for　a　growing　boy。　He　desperately　wanted　something　more　filling　and　satisfying　than　cabbage　and　cabbage　soup。　The　one　thing　he　longed　for　more　than　anything　else　was　。　。　。　CHOCOLATE。
　　Walking　to　school　in　the　mornings；　Charlie　could　see　great　slabs　of　chocolate　piled　up　high　in　the　shop　windows；　and　he　would　stop　and　stare　and　press　his　nose　against　the　glass；　his　mouth　watering　like　mad。　Many　times　a　day；　he　would　see　other　children　taking　bars　of　creamy　chocolate　out　of　their　pockets　and　munching　them　greedily；　and　that；　of　course；　was　pure　torture。
　　Only　once　a　year；　on　his　birthday；　did　Charlie　Bucket　ever　get　to　taste　a　bit　of　chocolate。　The　whole　family　saved　up　their　money　for　that　special　occasion；　and　when　the　great　day　arrived；　Charlie　was　always　presented　with　one　small　chocolate　bar　to　eat　all　by　himself。　And　each　time　he　received　it；　on　those　marvellous　birthday　mornings；　he　would　place　it　carefully　in　a　small　wooden　box　that　he　owned；　and　treasure　it　as　though　it　were　a　bar　of　solid　gold；　and　for　the　next　few　days；　he　would　allow　himself　only　to　look　at　it；　but　never　to　touch　it。　Then　at　last；　when　he　could　stand　it　no　longer；　he　would　peel　back　a　tiny　bit　of　the　paper　wrapping　at　one　corner　to　expose　a　tiny　bit　of　chocolate；　and　then　he　would　take　a　tiny　nibble　—　just　enough　to　allow　the　lovely　sweet　taste　to　spread　out　slowly　over　his　tongue。　The　next　day；　he　would　take　another　tiny　nibble；　and　so　on；　and　so　on。　And　in　this　way；　Charlie　would　make　his　sixpenny　bar　of　birthday　chocolate　last　him　for　more　than　a　month。
　　But　I　haven't　yet　told　you　about　the　one　awful　thing　that　tortured　little　Charlie；　the　lover　of　chocolate；　more　than　anything　else。　This　thing；　for　him；　was　far；　far　worse　than　seeing　slabs　of　chocolate　in　the　shop　windows　or　watching　other　children　munching　bars　of　creamy　chocolate　right　in　front　of　him。　It　was　the　most　terrible　torturing　thing　you　could　imagine；　and　it　was　this：
　　In　the　town　itself；　actually　within　sight　of　the　house　in　which　Charlie　lived；　there　was　an　ENORMOUS　CHOCOLATE　FACTORY！
　　Just　imagine　that！
　　And　it　wasn't　simply　an　ordinary　enormous　chocolate　factory；　either。　It　was　the　largest　and　most　famous　in　the　whole　world！　It　was　WONKA'S　FACTORY；　owned　by　a　man　called　Mr　Willy　Wonka；　the　greatest　inventor　and　maker　of　chocolates　that　there　has　ever　been。　And　what　a　tremendous；　marvellous　place　it　was！　It　had　huge　iron　gates　leading　into　it；　and　a　high　wall　surrounding　it；　and　smoke　belching　from　its　chimneys；　and　strange　whizzing　sounds　ing　from　deep　inside　it。　And　outside　the　walls；　for　half　a　mile　around　in　every　direction；　the　air　was　scented　with　the　heavy　rich　smell　of　melting　chocolate！
　　Twice　a　day；　on　his　way　to　and　from　school；　little　Charlie　Bucket　had　to　walk　right　past　the　gates　of　the　factory。　And　every　time　he　went　by；　he　would　begin　to　walk　very；　very　slowly；　and　he　would　hold　his　nose　high　in　the　air　and　take　long　deep　sniffs　of　the　gorgeous　chocolatey　smell　all　around　him。
　　Oh；　how　he　loved　that　smell！
　　And　oh；　how　he　wished　he　could　go　inside　the　factory　and　see　what　it　was　like！
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　　Mr　Willy　Wonka's　Factory
　　In　the　evenings；　after　he　had　finished　his　supper　of　watery　cabbage　soup；　Charlie　always　went　into　the　room　of　his　four　grandparents　to　listen　to　their　stories；　and　then　afterwards　to　say　good　night。
　　Every　one　of　these　old　people　was　over　ninety。　They　were　as　shrivelled　as　prunes；　and　as　bony　as　skeletons；　and　throughout　the　day；　until　Charlie　made　his　appearance；　they　lay　huddled　in　their　one　bed；　two　at　either　end；　with　nightcaps　on　to　keep　their　heads　warm；　dozing　the　time　away　with　nothing　to　do。　But　as　soon　as　they　heard　the　door　opening；　and　heard　Charlie's　voice　saying；　'Good　evening；　Grandpa　Joe　and　Grandma　Josephine；　and　Grandpa　George　and　Grandma　Georgina；'　then　all　four　of　them　would　suddenly　sit　up；　and　their　old　wrinkled　faces　would　light　up　with　smiles　of　pleasure　—　and　the　talking　would　begin。　For　they　loved　this　little　boy。　He　was　the　only　bright　thing　in　their　lives；　and　his　evening　visits　were　something　that　they　looked　forward　to　all　day　long。　Often；　Charlie's　mother　and　father　would　e　in　as　well；　and　stand　by　the　door；　listening　to　the　stories　that　the　old　people　told；　and　thus；　for　perhaps　half　an　hour　every　night；　this　room　would　bee　a　happy　place；　and　the　whole　family　would　forget　that　it　was　hungry　and　poor。
　　One　evening；　when　Charlie　went　in　to　see　his　grandparents；　he　said　to　them；　'Is　it　really　true　that　Wonka's　Chocolate　Factory　is　the　biggest　in　the　world？'
　　'True？'　cried　all　four　of　them　at　once。　'Of　course　it's　true！　Good　heavens；　didn't　you　know　that？　It's　about　fifty　times　as　big　as　any　other！'
　　'And　is　Mr　Willy　Wonka　really　the　cleverest　chocolate　maker　in　the　world？'
　　'My　dear　boy；'　said　Grandpa　Joe；　raising　himself　up　a　little　higher　on　his　pillow；　'Mr　Willy　Wonka　is　the　most　amazing；　the　most　fantastic；　the　most　extraordinary　chocolate　maker　the　world　has　ever　seen！　I　thought　everybody　knew　that！'
　　'I　knew　he　was　famous；　Grandpa　Joe；　and　I　knew　he　was　very　clever　。　。　。'
　　'Clever！'　cried　the　old　man。　'He's　more　than　that！　He's　a　magician　with　chocolate！　He　can　make　anything　—　anything　he　wants！　Isn't　that　a　fact；　my　dears？'
　　The　other　three　old　people　nodded　their　heads　slowly　up　and　down；　and　said；　'Absolutely　true。　Just　as　true　as　can　be。'
　　And　Grandpa　Joe　said；　'You　mean　to　say　I've　never　told　you　about　Mr　Willy　Wonka　and　his　factory？'
　　'Never；'　answered　little　Charlie。
　　'Good　heavens　above！　I　don't　know　what's　the　matter　with　me！'
　　'Will　you　tell　me　now；　Grandpa　Joe；　please？'
　　'I　certainly　will。　Sit　down　beside　me　on　the　bed；　my　dear；　and　listen　carefully。'
　　Grandpa　Joe　was　the　oldest　of　the　four　grandparents。　He　was　ninety…six　and　a　half；　and　that　is　just　about　as　old　as　anybody　can　be。　Like　all　extremely　old　people；　he　was　delicate　and　weak；　and　throughout　the　day　he　spoke　very　little。　But　in　the　evenings；　when　Charlie；　his　beloved　grandson；　was　in　the　room；　he　seemed　in　some　marvellous　way　to　grow　quite　young　again。　All　his　tiredness　fell　away　from　him；　and　he　became　as　eager　and　excited　as　a　young　boy。
　　'Oh；　what　a　man　he　is；　this　Mr　Willy　Wonka！'　cried　Grandpa　Joe。　'Did　you　know；　for　example；　that　he　has　himself　invented　more　than　two　hundred　new　kinds　of　chocolate　bars；　each　with　a　different　centre；　each　far　sweeter　and　creamier　and　more　delicious　than　anything　the　other　chocolate　factories　can　make！'
　　'Perfectly　true！'　cried　Grandma　Josephine。　'And　he　sends　them　to　all　the　four　corners　of　the　earth！　Isn't　that　so；　Grandpa　Joe？'
　　'It　is；　my　dear；　it　is。　And　to　all　the　kings　and　presidents　of　the　world　as　well。　But　it　isn't　only　chocolate　bars　that　he　makes。　Oh；　dear　me；　no！　He　has　some　really　fantastic　inventions　up　his　sleeve；　Mr　Willy　Wonka　has！　Did　you　know　that　he's　invented　a　way　of　making　chocolate　ice　cream　so　that　it　stays　cold　for　hours　and　hours　without　being　in　the　refrigerator？　You　can　even　leave　it　lying　in　the　sun　all　morning　on　a　hot　day　and　it　won't　go　runny！'
　　'But　that's　impossible！'　said　little　Charlie；　staring　at　his　grandfather。