Whether she vanished
into the air,
or whether she ran quickly
into the wood
(‘and she can run very fast!’
thought Alice),
there was no way of guessing,
but she was gone,
and Alice began to remember
that she was a Pawn,
and that it would soon be time
for her to move.
Of course the first thing
to do was to make
a grand survey of the country
she was going to travel through.
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
‘and perhaps I may visit
the elephants later on.
Besides, I do so want to
get into the Third Square!’
So with this excuse
she ran down the hill
and jumped over the first of
the six little brooks.
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
The Horse, who had put
his head out of the window,
quietly drew it in and said,
‘It’s only a brook we have to jump over.’
Everybody seemed satisfied
with this, though Alice felt
a little nervous at the idea
of trains jumping at all.
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
‘I’ve got it!’
she cried in a triumphant tone.
‘Now you shall see me
pin it on again, all by myself!’
‘Then I hope your finger is better now?’
Alice said very politely,
as she crossed the little brook
after the Queen.
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
Let me see, is this a chair?
Why, it’s got branches, I declare!
How very odd to find
trees growing here!
And actually
here’s a little brook!
Well, this is the very queerest shop
I ever saw!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
Where the noise came from,
she couldn’t make out;
the air seemed full of it,
and it rang
through and through her head
till she felt quite deafened.
She started to her feet and sprang
across the little brook in her terror,
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
‘and now
for the last brook,
and to be a Queen!
How grand it sounds!’
A very few steps brought her
to the edge of the brook.
‘The Eighth Square at last!’
she cried as she bounded across,
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
We are working…
We are working…
We are working…
We will win!!!!
and set it on her lap
to make out what
it could possible be.
It was a golden crown.
‘Well, this is grand!’ said Alice.
‘I never expected
I should be a Queen so soon
– and I’ll tell you
what it is, your Majesty,’
she went on in a severe tone
(she was always
rather fond of scolding herself),
‘it’ll never do for you
to be lolling about
on the grass like that!
Queens have to be dignified, you know!’
*Because this time my friend wrote to me in her letter like this:
“Працюємо…
Працюємо…
Працюємо…
Переможемо!!!!”
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
You are a poet(poetess), my friend!
And the photo at the head of this page is yours, my friend!
