his horsed and men...
You were eavesdropping, weren't you?
No, i read it in a book!
But can you explain me poem "Jabberwocky"?
I can explain every poem ever written and some of those
not yet written! Read it to me!
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
That's enough for starters. Well then:
'brilling' - that's eight o'clock in the evening when it's time for supper.
I understand. But 'slithy'?
That's slimy and nimble. Word is like a money purse -
you open it and there's two compartments. Word is combined of two.
Oh, it's clear....but what are 'toves'?
That's mixture of snout, corkscrew and badger
They must be strange creatures!
And what are 'gyre and gimble'?
Sprang, dived, rotated!
And what is 'raths'? - Farewell!
I've never seen such repulsive...such...repulsive...
Dear, did you meet anybody there?
I sent there all my horses and all my men!
There are thousands of them!
Four thousand two hundred and seven men, to be exact.
Take a look at the road! Whom do you there?
Nobody.
Had i such eyesight! To see nobody and at such a distance!
Whom did you meet on the road?
Nobody.
This one, too, saw him! What's happening in town?
I'll better whisper it in your ear.
They've started the same again!
You think, this is a whisper!? Don't ever dare
to scream so or else i will order to...roast you.
Who has started the same?
How - who? Unicorn and Lion, of course. They have a deadly fight
for the crown, for my crown, by the way. Let's go and have a look!
So you're saying: living like in a tale
but decide for yourselves is it easy to live in it
when in this tale it's impossible without caution because of uncertainty
because of obscurity, because of unknown, because of troubles...
Oh, how complicated it is! yet that's the whole fun.
You can't make a single step without caution.
But in these tales we always meet queens and sometimes a king
and we talk with Humpty Dumpty
and sing songs together with Tweedledum
and TweedledeeThrough the Looking Glass
after eponymous tale by L. Carroll
Part Four
While Alice, King and Messenger run to see fight between
Unicorn and Lion, Alice remembered words of an old song:
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown
The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown:
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.
Will the winner get the crown?
No way, what are you saying!
Be so kind, let's sit down for a minute! [on a minute]
On a minute? [for a minute] We need to catch this minute first
but i have no strength to run after it.
Breeeaaaak! Ten minutes!
What's that?
That's a child, a living child.
But i though children were fairy-tale monsters!
And i, too, thought that unicorns were fairy-tale monsters!
Well, you'll believe in me and i'll believe in you. Is it good?
Good.
Then give us some plum-cake, monster!
I don't understand! I cut the cake but it puts itself together again!
You don know how to handle looking-glass cakes:
pass cake around first, cut it later.
Lion's piece
Alice couldn't understand where the drumming came from.
Now they will be driven out of town, Alice thought.
Check! Check! You're my hostage!
Stop! Check! Check!
I took her hostage.
But i saved her.
It was a great victory, wasn't it?
I don't know. I somehow don't want to be taken hostage.
I want to be a queen!
You will be her as soon as you cross the next brook.
I'll accompany you.
I thought - why is there a mousetrap? It's hard to imagine
mice living on horses.
It's hard, yet possible. I wouldn't like them running across me.
It must be you rearly ride a horse?
I ride a lot. Great ar of riding a horse consists...
in keeping one's balance.
My mind is working non-stop.
The lower my head, the deeper my thoughts.
Are you sad? I'll sing you a song.
When i sing it, everyone cries or... - or what? - or doesn't cry.