查理和巧克力工厂 作者:[英]罗尔德·达尔-第3部分

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　　'It　makes　me　quite　ill　to　think　of　it；'　said　Grandma　Josephine。
　　'Nonsense！'　cried　Grandpa　Joe。　'Wouldn't　it　be　something；　Charlie；　to　open　a　bar　of　chocolate　and　see　a　Golden　Ticket　glistening　inside！'
　　'It　certainly　would；　Grandpa。　But　there　isn't　a　hope；'　Charlie　said　sadly。　'I　only　get　one　bar　a　year。'
　　'You　never　know；　darling；'　said　Grandma　Georgina。　'It's　your　birthday　next　week。　You　have　as　much　chance　as　anybody　else。'
　　'I'm　afraid　that　simply　isn't　true；'　said　Grandpa　George。　'The　kids　who　are　going　to　find　the　Golden　Tickets　are　the　ones　who　can　afford　to　buy　bars　of　chocolate　every　day。　Our　Charlie　gets　only　one　a　year。　There　isn't　a　hope。'
　　6
　　The　First　Two　Finders
　　The　very　next　day；　the　first　Golden　Ticket　was　found。　The　finder　was　a　boy　called　Augustus　Gloop；　and　Mr　Bucket's　evening　newspaper　carried　a　large　picture　of　him　on　the　front　page。　The　picture　showed　a　nine…year…old　boy　who　was　so　enormously　fat　he　looked　as　though　he　had　been　blown　up　with　a　powerful　pump。　Great　flabby　folds　of　fat　bulged　out　from　every　part　of　his　body；　and　his　face　was　like　a　monstrous　ball　of　dough　with　two　small　greedy　curranty　eyes　peering　out　upon　the　world。　The　town　in　which　Augustus　Gloop　lived；　the　newspaper　said；　had　gone　wild　with　excitement　over　their　hero。　Flags　were　flying　from　all　the　windows；　children　had　been　given　a　holiday　from　school；　and　a　parade　was　being　organized　in　honour　of　the　famous　youth。
　　'I　just　knew　Augustus　would　find　a　Golden　Ticket；'　his　mother　had　told　the　newspapermen。　'He　eats　so　many　bars　of　chocolate　a　day　that　it　was　almost　impossible　for　him　not　to　find　one。　Eating　is　his　hobby；　you　know。　That's　all　he's　interested　in。　But　still；　that's　better　than　being　a　hooligan　and　shooting　off　zip　guns　and　things　like　that　in　his　spare　time；　isn't　it？　And　what　I　always　say　is；　he　wouldn't　go　on　eating　like　he　does　unless　he　needed　nourishment；　would　he？　It's　all　vitamins；　anyway。　What　a　thrill　it　will　be　for　him　to　visit　Mr　Wonka's　marvellous　factory！　We're　just　as　proud　as　anything！'
　　'What　a　revolting　woman；'　said　Grandma　Josephine。
　　'And　what　a　repulsive　boy；'　said　Grandma　Georgina。
　　'Only　four　Golden　Tickets　left；'　said　Grandpa　George。　'I　wonder　who'll　get　those。'
　　And　now　the　whole　country；　indeed；　the　whole　world；　seemed　suddenly　to　be　caught　up　in　a　mad　chocolate…buying　spree；　everybody　searching　frantically　for　those　precious　remaining　tickets。　Fully　grown　women　were　seen　going　into　sweet　shops　and　buying　ten　Wonka　bars　at　a　time；　then　tearing　off　the　wrappers　on　the　spot　and　peering　eagerly　underneath　for　a　glint　of　golden　paper。　Children　were　taking　hammers　and　smashing　their　piggy　banks　and　running　out　to　the　shops　with　handfuls　of　money。　In　one　city；　a　famous　gangster　robbed　a　bank　of　a　thousand　pounds　and　spent　the　whole　lot　on　Wonka　bars　that　same　afternoon。　And　when　the　police　entered　his　house　to　arrest　him；　they　found　him　sitting　on　the　floor　amidst　mountains　of　chocolate；　ripping　off　the　wrappers　with　the　blade　of　a　long　dagger。　In　far…off　Russia；　a　woman　called　Charlotte　Russe　claimed　to　have　found　the　second　ticket；　but　it　turned　out　to　be　a　clever　fake。　The　famous　English　scientist；　Professor　Foulbody；　invented　a　machine　which　would　tell　you　at　once；　without　opening　the　wrapper　of　a　bar　of　chocolate；　whether　or　not　there　was　a　Golden　Ticket　hidden　underneath　it。　The　machine　had　a　mechanical　arm　that　shot　out　with　tremendous　force　and　grabbed　hold　of　anything　that　had　the　slightest　bit　of　gold　inside　it；　and　for　a　moment；　it　looked　like　the　answer　to　everything。　But　unfortunately；　while　the　Professor　was　showing　off　the　machine　to　the　public　at　the　sweet　counter　of　a　large　department　store；　the　mechanical　arm　shot　out　and　made　a　grab　for　the　gold　filling　in　the　back　tooth　of　a　duchess　who　was　standing　near　by。　There　was　an　ugly　scene；　and　the　machine　was　smashed　by　the　crowd。
　　Suddenly；　on　the　day　before　Charlie　Bucket's　birthday；　the　newspapers　announced　that　the　second　Golden　Ticket　had　been　found。　The　lucky　person　was　a　small　girl　called　Veruca　Salt　who　lived　with　her　rich　parents　in　a　great　city　far　away。　Once　again　Mr　Bucket's　evening　newspaper　carried　a　big　picture　of　the　finder。　She　was　sitting　between　her　beaming　father　and　mother　in　the　living　room　of　their　house；　waving　the　Golden　Ticket　above　her　head；　and　grinning　from　ear　to　ear。
　　Veruca's　father；　Mr　Salt；　had　eagerly　explained　to　the　newspapermen　exactly　how　the　ticket　was　found。　'You　see；　boys；'　he　had　said；　'as　soon　as　my　little　girl　told　me　that　she　simply　had　to　have　one　of　those　Golden　Tickets；　I　went　out　into　the　town　and　started　buying　up　all　the　Wonka　bars　I　could　lay　my　hands　on。　Thousands　of　them；　I　must　have　bought。　Hundreds　of　thousands！　Then　I　had　them　loaded　on　to　trucks　and　sent　directly　to　my　own　factory。　I'm　in　the　peanut　business；　you　see；　and　I've　got　about　a　hundred　women　working　for　me　over　at　my　place；　shelling　peanuts　for　roasting　and　salting。　That's　what　they　do　all　day　long；　those　women；　they　sit　there　shelling　peanuts。　So　I　says　to　them；　〃Okay；　girls；〃　I　says；　〃from　now　on；　you　can　stop　shelling　peanuts　and　start　shelling　the　wrappers　off　these　chocolate　bars　instead！〃　And　they　did。　I　had　every　worker　in　the　place　yanking　the　paper　off　those　bars　of　chocolate　full　speed　ahead　from　morning　till　night。
　　'But　three　days　went　by；　and　we　had　no　luck。　Oh；　it　was　terrible！　My　little　Veruca　got　more　and　more　upset　each　day；　and　every　time　I　went　home　she　would　scream　at　me；　〃Where's　my　Golden　Ticket！　I　want　my　Golden　Ticket！〃　And　she　would　lie　for　hours　on　the　floor；　kicking　and　yelling　in　the　most　disturbing　way。　Well；　I　just　hated　to　see　my　little　girl　feeling　unhappy　like　that；　so　I　vowed　I　would　keep　up　the　search　until　I'd　got　her　what　she　wanted。　Then　suddenly　。　。　。　on　the　evening　of　the　fourth　day；　one　of　my　women　workers　yelled；　〃I've　got　it！　A　Golden　Ticket！〃　And　I　said；　〃Give　it　to　me；　quick！〃　and　she　did；　and　I　rushed　it　home　and　gave　it　to　my　darling　Veruca；　and　now　she's　all　smiles；　and　we　have　a　happy　home　once　again。'
　　'That's　even　worse　than　the　fat　boy；'　said　Grandma　Josephine。
　　'She　needs　a　really　good　spanking；'　said　Grandma　Georgina。
　　'I　don't　think　the　girl's　father　played　it　quite　fair；　Grandpa；　do　you？'　Charlie　murmured。
　　'He　spoils　her；'　Grandpa　Joe　said。　'And　no　good　can　ever　e　from　spoiling　a　child　like　that；　Charlie；　you　mark　my　words。'
　　'e　to　bed；　my　darling；'　said　Charlie's　mother。　'Tomorrow's　your　birthday；　don't　forget　that；　so　I　expect　you'll　be　up　early　to　open　your　present。'
　　'A　Wonka　chocolate　bar！'　cried　Charlie。　'It　is　a　Wonka　bar；　isn't　it？'
　　'Yes；　my　love；'　his　mother　said。　'Of　course　it　is。'
　　'Oh；　wouldn't　it　be　wonderful　if　I　found　the　third　Golden　Ticket　inside　it？'　Charlie　said。
　　'Bring　it　in　here　when　you　get　it；'　Grandpa　Joe　said。　'Then　we　can　all　watch　you　taking　off　the　wrapper。'
　　7
　　Charlie's　Birthday
　　'Happy　birthday！'　cried　the　four　old　grandparents；　as　Charlie　came　into　their　room　early　the　next　morning。
　　Charlie　smiled　nervously　and　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the　bed。　He　was　holding　his　present；　his　only　present；　very　carefully　in　his　two　hands。　WONKA'S　WHIPPLE…SCRUMPTIOUS　FUDGEMALLOW　DELIGHT；　it　said　on　the　wrapper。
　　The　four　old　people；　two　at　either　end　of　the　bed；　propped　themselves　up　on　their　pillows　and　stared　with　anxious　eyes　at　the　bar　of　chocolate　in　Charlie's　hands。
　　Mr　and　Mrs　Bucket　came　in　and　stood　at　the　foot　of　the　bed；　watching　Charlie。
　　The　room　became　silent。　Everybody　was　waiting　now　for　Charlie　to　start　opening　his　present。　Charlie　looked　down　at　the　bar　of　chocolate。　He　ran　his　fingers　slowly　back　and　forth　along　the　length　of　it；　stroking　it　lovingly；　and　the　shiny　paper　wrapper　made　little　sharp　crackly　noises　in　the　quiet　room。
　　Then　Mrs　Bucket　said　gently；　'You　mustn't　be　too　disappointed；　my　darling；　if　you　don't　find　what　you're　looking　for　underneath　that　wrapper。　You　really　can't　expect　to　be　as　lucky　as　all　that。'
　　'She's　quite　right；'　Mr　Bucket　said。
　　Charlie　didn't　say　anything。
　　'After　all；'　Grandma　Josephine　said；　'in　the　whole　wide　world　there　are　only　three　tickets　left　to　be　found。'
　　'The　thing　to　remember；'　Grandma　Georgina　said；　'is　that　whatever　happens；　you'll　still　have　the　bar　of　chocolate。'
　　'Wonka's　Whipple…Scrumptious　Fudgemallow　Delight！'　cried　Grandpa　George。　'It's　the　best　of　them　all！　You'll　just　love　it！'
　　'Yes；'　Charlie　whispered。　'I　know。'
　　'Just　forget　all　about　those　Golden　Tickets　and　enjoy　the　chocolate；'　Grandpa　Joe　said。　'Why　don't　you　do　that？'
　　They　all　knew　it　was　ridiculous　to　expect　this　one　poor　little　bar　of　chocolate　to　have　a　magic　ticket　inside　it；　and　they　were　trying　as　gently　and　as　kindly　as　they　could　to　prepare　Charlie　for　the　disappointment。　But　there　was　one　other　thing　that　the　grown…ups　also　knew；　and　it　was　this：　that　however　small　the　chance　might　be　of　striking　lucky；　the　chance　was　there。
　　The　chance　had　to　be　there。
　　This　particular　bar　of　chocolate　had　as　much　chance　as　any　other　of　having　a　Golden　Ticket。
　　And　that　was　why　all　the　grandparents　and　parents　in　the　room　were　actually　just　as　tense　and　excited　as　Charlie　was；　although　they　were　pretending　to　be　very　calm。
　　'You'd　better　go　ahead　and　open　it　up；　or　you'll　be　late　for　school；'　Grandpa　Joe　said。
　　'You　might　as　well　get　it　over　with；'　Grandpa　George　said。
　　'Open　it；　my　dear；'　Grandma　Georgina　said。　'Please　open　it。　You're　making　me　jumpy。'
　　Very　slowly；　Charlie's　fingers　began　to　tear　open　one　small　corner　of　the　wrapping　paper。
　　The　old　people　in　the　bed　all　leaned　forward；　craning　their　scraggy　necks。
　　Then　suddenly；　as　though　he　couldn't　bear　the　suspense　any　longer；　Charlie　tore　the　wrapper　right　down　the　middle　。　。　。　and　on　to　his　lap；　there　fell　。　。　。　a　light…brown　creamy…coloured　bar　of　chocolate。
　　There　was　no　sign　of　a　Golden　Ticket　anywhere。
　　'Well　—　that's　that！'　said　Grandpa　Joe　brightly。　'It's　just　what　we　expected。'
　　Charlie　looked　up。　Four　kind　old　faces　were　watching　him　intently　from　the　bed。　He　smiled　at　them；　a　small　sad　smile；　and　then　he　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　picked　up　the　chocolate　bar　and　held　it　out　to　his　mother；　and　said；　'Here；　Mother；　have　a　bit。　We'll　share　it。　I　want　everybody　to　taste　it。'
　　'Certainly　not！'　his　mother　said。
　　And　the　others　all　cried；　'No；　no！　We　wouldn't　dream　of　it！　It's　all　yours！'
　　'Please；'　begged　Charlie；　turning　round　and　offering　it　to　Grandpa　Joe。
　　But　neither　he　nor　anyone　else　would　take　even　a　tiny　bit。
　　'It's　time　to　go　to　school；　my　darling；'　Mrs　Bucket　said；　putting　an　arm　around　Charlie's　skinny　shoulders。　'e　on；　or　you'll　be　late。'
　　8
　　Two　More　Golden　Tickets　Found
　　That　evening；　Mr　Bucket's　newspaper　announced　the　finding　of　not　only　the　third　Golden　Ticket；　but　the　fourth　as　well。　TWO　GOLDEN　TICKETS　FOUND　TODAY；　screamed　the　headlines。　ONLY　ONE　MORE　LEFT。
　　'All　right；'　said　Grandpa　Joe；　when　the　whole　family　was　gathered　in　the　old　people's　room　after　supper；　'let's　hear　who　found　them。'
　　'The　third　ticket；'　read　Mr　Bucket；　holding　the　newspaper　up　close　to　his　face　because　his　eyes　were　bad　and　he　couldn't　aff