查理与巧克力工厂Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.docx

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查理与巧克力工厂CharlieandtheChocolateFactory

CharlieandtheChocolateFactory

Contents

IHereComesCharlie

2Mr.WillyWonka'sFactory

3Mr.WonkaandtheIndianPrince

4TheSecretWorkers

5TheGoldenTickets

6TheFirstTwoFinders

7Charlie'sBirthday

8TwoMoreGoldenTicketsFound

9GrandpaJoeTakesaGamble

IOTheFamilyBeginstoStarve

11TheMiracle

12WhatItSaidontheGoldenTicket

13TheBigDayArrives

14Mr.WillyWonka

15TheChocolateRoom

16TheOompa-Loompas

17AugustusGloopGoesupthePipe

18DowntheChocolateRiver

19TheInventingRoom-Everlasting

GobstoppersandHairToffee

20TheGreatGumMachine

21GoodbyeViolet

22AlongtheCorridor

23SquareSweetsThatLookRound

24VerucaintheNutRoom

25TheGreatGlassLift

26TheTelevision-ChocolateRoom

27MikeTeaveeisSentbyTelevision

28OnlyCharlieLeft

29TheOtherChildrenGoHome

30Charlie'sChocolateFactory

1HereComesCharlie

ThesetwoveryoldpeoplearethefatherandmotherofMr.Bucket.TheirnamesareGrandpaJoeandGrandmaJosephine.

AndthesetwoveryoldpeoplearethefatherandmotherofMrs.Bucket.TheirnamesareGrandpaGeorgeandGrandmaGeorgina.

ThisisMr.Bucket.ThisisMrs.Bucket.Mr.andMrs.BuckethaveasmallboywhosenameisCharlieBucket.

ThisisCharlie.Howd'youdo?

Andhowd'youdo?

Andhowd'youdoagain?

Heispleasedtomeetyou.

Thewholeofthisfamily-thesixgrown-ups（countthem）andlittleCharlieBucket-livetogetherinasmallwoodenhouseontheedgeofagreattown.

Thehousewasn'tnearlylargeenoughforsomanypeople,andlifewasextremelyuncomfortableforthemall.Therewereonlytworoomsintheplacealtogether,andtherewasonlyonebed.Thebedwasgiventothefouroldgrandparentsbecausetheyweresooldandtired.Theyweresotired,theynevergotoutofit.Grandpa,JoeandGrandmaJosephineonthisside,GrandpaGeorgeandGrandmaGeorginaonthisside.Mr.andMrs.BucketandlittleCharlieBucketsleptintheotherroom,uponmattressesonthefloor.

Inthesummertime,thiswasn'ttoobad,butinthewinter,freezingcolddraughtsblewacrossthefloorallnightlong,anditwasawful.Therewasn'tanyquestionofthembeingabletobuyabetterhouse-orevenonemorebedtosleepin.Theywerefartoopoorforthat.

Mr.Bucketwastheonlypersoninthefamilywithajob.Heworkedinatoothpastefactory,wherehesatalldaylongatabenchandscrewedthelittlecapsontothetopsofthetubesoftoothpasteafterthetubeshadbeenfilled.Butatoothpastecap-screwerisneverpaidverymuchmoney,andpoorMr.Bucket,howeverhardheworked,andhoweverfasthescrewedonthecaps,wasneverabletomakeenoughtobuyonehalfofthethingsthatsolargeafamilyneeded.Therewasn'tevenenoughmoneytobuyproperfoodforthemall.Theonlymealstheycouldaffordwerebreadandmargarineforbreakfast,boiledpotatoesandcabbageforlunch,andcabbagesoupforsupper.Sundayswereabitbetter.TheyalllookedforwardtoSundaysbecausethen,althoughtheyhadexactlythesame,everyonewasallowedasecondhelping,TheBuckets,ofcourse,didn'tstarve,buteveryoneofthem-thetwooldgrandfathers,thetwooldgrandmothers,Charlie'sfather,Charlie'smother,andespeciallylittleCharliehimself-wentaboutfrommorningtillnightwithahorribleemptyfeelingintheirtummies.

Charliefeltitworstofall.Andalthoughhisfatherandmotheroftenwentwithouttheirownshareoflunchorsuppersothattheycouldgiveittohim,itstillwasn'tnearlyenoughforagrowingboy.Hedesperatelywantedsomethingmorefillingandsatisfyingthancabbageandcabbagesoup.Theonethinghelongedformorethananythingelsewas...CHOCOLATE.

Walkingtoschoolinthemornings,Charliecouldseegreatslabsofchocolatepileduphighintheshopwindows,andhewouldstopandstareandpresshisnoseagainsttheglass,hismouthwateringlikemad.Manytimesaday,hewouldseeotherchildrentakingbarsofcreamychocolateoutoftheirpocketsandmunchingthemgreedily,andthat,ofcourse,waspuretorture.

Onlyonceayear,onhisbirthday,didCharlieBucketevergettotasteabitofchocolate.Thewholefamilysaveduptheirmoneyforthatspecialoccasion,andwhenthegreatdayarrived,Charliewasalwayspresentedwithonesmallchocolatebartoeatallbyhimself.Andeachtimehereceivedit,onthosemarvelousbirthdaymornings,hewouldplaceitcarefullyinasmallwoodenboxthatheowned,andtreasureitasthoughitwereabarofsolidgold;andforthenextfewdays,hewouldallowhimselfonlytolookatit,butnevertotouchit.Thenatlast,whenhecouldstanditnolonger,hewouldpeelbackatinybitofthepaperwrappingatonecornertoexposeatinybitofchocolate,andthenhewouldtakeatinynibble-justenoughtoallowthelovelysweettastetospreadoutslowlyoverhistongue.Thenextday,hewouldtakeanothertinynibble,andsoon,andsoon.Andinthisway,Charliewouldmakehissixpennybarofbirthdaychocolatelasthimformorethanamonth.

ButIhaven'tyettoldyouabouttheoneawfulthingthattorturedlittleCharlie,theloverofchocolate,morethananythingelse.Thisthing,forhim,wasfar,farworsethanseeingslabsofchocolateintheshopwindowsorwatchingotherchildrenmunchingbarsofcreamychocolaterightinfrontofhim.Itwasthemostterribletorturingthingyoucouldimagine,anditwasthis:

Inthetownitself,actuallywithinsightofthehouseinwhichCharlielived,therewasanENORMOUSCHOCOLATEFACTORY!

Justimaginethat!

Anditwasn'tsimplyanordinaryenormouschocolatefactory,either.Itwasthelargestandmostfamousinthewholeworld!

ItwasWONKA'SFACTORY,ownedbyamancalledMr.WillyWonka,thegreatestinventorandmakerofchocolatesthattherehaseverbeen.Andwhatatremendous,marvelousplaceitwas!

Ithadhugeirongatesleadingintoit,andahighwallsurroundingit,andsmokebelchingfromitschimneys,andstrangewhizzingsoundscomingfromdeepinsideit.Andoutsidethewalls,forhalfamilearoundineverydirection,theairwasscentedwiththeheavyrichsmellofmeltingchocolate!

Twiceaday,onhiswaytoandfromschool,littleCharlieBuckethadtowalkrightpastthegatesofthefactory.Andeverytimehewentby,hewouldbegintowalkvery,veryslowly,andhewouldholdhisnosehighintheairandtakelongdeepsniffsofthegorgeouschocolatesmellallaroundhim.

Oh,howhelovedthatsmell!

Andoh,howhewishedhecouldgoinsidethefactoryandseewhatitwaslike!

2Mr.WillyWonka'sFactory

Intheevenings,afterhehadfinishedhissupperofwaterycabbagesoup,Charliealwayswentintotheroomofhisfourgrandparentstolistentotheirstories,andthenafterwardstosaygoodnight.

EveryoneoftheseoldpeoplewasoverninetyTheywereasshriveledasprunes,andasbonyasskeletons,andthroughouttheday,untilCharliemadehisappearance,theylayhuddledintheironebed,twoateitherend,withnightcapsontokeeptheirheadswarm,dozingthetimeawaywithnothingtodo.Butassoonastheyheardthedooropening,andheardCharlie'svoicesaying,"Goodevening,GrandpaJoeandGrandmaJosephine,andGrandpaGeorgeandGrandmaGeorgina,'thenallfourofthemwouldsuddenlysitup,andtheiroldwrinkledfaceswouldlightupwithsmilesofpleasure-----andthetalkingwouldbegin.Fortheylovedthislittleboy.Hewastheonlybrightthingintheirlives,andhiseveningvisitsweresomethingthattheylookedforwardtoalldaylong,Often,Charlie'smotherandfatherwouldcomeinaswell,andstandbythedoor,listeningtothestoriesthattheoldpeopletold;andthus,forperhapshalfanhoureverynight,thisroomwouldbecomeahappyplaceandthewholefamilywouldforgetthatitwashungryandpoor.

Oneevening,whenCharliewentintoseehisgrandparents,hesaidtothem,'IsitreallytruethatWonka'sChocolateFactoryisthebiggestintheworld?

'

'True?

'criedallfourofthematonce.'Ofcourseit'strue!

Goodheavens,didn'tyouknowthat?

It'saboutfiftytimesasbigasanyother!

'

AndisMr.WillyWonkareallythecleverestchocolatemakerintheworld?

'

Mydearboy,'saidGrandpaJoe,raisinghimselfupalittlehigheronhispillow,'Mr.WillyWonkaisthemostamazing,themostfantastic,themostextraordinary

chocolatemakertheworldhaseverseen!

Ithoughteverybodyknewthat!

''Iknewhewasfamous,GrandpaJoe,andIknewhewasveryclever...

'Clever!

'criedtheoldman.'He'smorethanthat!

He'samagicianwithchocolate!

Hecanmakeanything-----anythinghewants!

Isn'tthatafact,mydears?

'

Theotherthreeoldpeoplenoddedtheirheadsslowlyupanddown,andsaid,'Absolutelytrue.Justastrueascanbe.'

AndGrandpaJoesaid,"YoumeantosayI'venevertoldyouaboutMr.WillyWonkaandhisfactory?

'

'Never,'answeredlittleCharlie.

'Goodheavensabove!

Idon'tknowwhat'sthematterwithme!

'

'Willyoutellmenow,GrandpaJoe,please?

'

'Icertainlywill.Sitdownbesidemeonthebed,mydear,andlistencarefully.'

GrandpaJoewastheoldestofthefourgrandparents.Hewasninety-sixandahalf,andthat;justaboutasoldasanybodycanbe.Likeallextremelyoldpeople,hewasdelicateandweakandthroughoutthedayhespokeverylittle.Butintheevenings,whenCharlie,hisbelovedgrandsonwasintheroom,heseemedinsomemarvelouswaytogrowquiteyoungagain.Allhistirednessfellawayfromhim,andhebecameaseagerandexcitedasayoungboy.

'Oh,whatamanheis,thisMr.WillyWonka!

criedGrandpaJoe.'Didyouknow,forexample,thathehashimselfinventedmorethantwo