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Автор: Экзюпери Антуан
Издательство: Мультимедийное издательство Стрельбицкого
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isbn: 9780880002837
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were good seeds from good plants and bad seeds from bad plants. But the seeds are invisible. They sleep deep below the ground until one of them decides to wake up. Then this little seed shyly at first, but later more confidently begins to push its small sprout up towards the sun. If it’s a radish or rose it is allowed to grow as it wishes. But if it turns out to be a bad plant it should be destroyed the moment you identify it.

      There were awful seeds of baobab trees on the planet that was the Little Prince’s home. The ground of this planet was contaminated with them. You will never get rid of baobabs unless you catch them in time. It covers the whole planet. It penetrates the ground with its roots. And if a planet is too small and the number of baobabs is large they can break it into pieces…

      “It’s all about discipline”, the Little Prince told me later. “After making yourself tidy in the morning it’s time to clean your planet very carefully. You need to make sure that baobabs are extracted in time and on a regular basis, just at the moment when you can distinguish them from the roses that they are so similar to in the early stages.”

      “It’s very painstaking work”, the Little Prince added. “But it is very easy.”

      Once he said to me.

      “You should draw a beautiful picture so children where you live can recognise what my planet really looks like. It would be useful for them if they decide to go on a journey.”

      He added.

      “Sometimes there is nothing wrong in putting off some of the work for the next day. But when it comes to baobabs it always leads to a catastrophe. I used to know a planet where a lazy man lived. He neglected three small bushes…”

      I did a painting of the planet according to the description of the Little Prince. I don’t want to lecture but the danger from baobabs is not fully realized, and it can be very harmful to someone who gets lost on the asteroid, so I have to explain properly.

      “Children, be aware of baobabs! My friends like me, have been avoiding this problem for a long time without realising it. So for their sake, I tried hard while drawing this picture.”

      The lesson I learned was worth the effort. You may ask me, “Why are there no other such beautiful pictures as of baobabs in this book?” The answer is easy. I tried. But I wasn’t so lucky with others. When I was drawing baobabs I excelled myself due to the inspiration and realisation of its importance.

      Chapter VI

      Oh, Little Prince. Step by step, I begin to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time, you have only entertained yourself by watching the sunset.

      I learned this detail on the morning of the fourth day. You told me.

      “I love sunsets a lot. Let’s go and watch the sunset now.

      “But we have to wait”, I said.

      “Wait for what?”

      “For the sunset. We need to wait for the right time.”

      At first, you seemed to be surprised. Then you started laughing at yourself. You said to me.

      “I keep thinking I am at home!”

      That’s right. Everyone knows when it’s midday in the United States of America it’s time for the sunset in France. If you could reach France in a minute you would catch the sunset right from the midday. Unfortunately, France is too far. My Little Prince, all you need to do on your tiny planet is to move a chair further. You can see the end of the day and the twilight whenever you wish…

      “Once I watched the sunset forty-four times”, you said to me.

      And then you added.

      “You know, people like sunsets when they are sad…”

      “Were you very sad when you watched the sunset forty-four times?”

      But the Little Prince didn’t reply.

      Chapter VII

      On the fifth day, again thanks to the lamb I discovered a secret from the Little Prince’s life.

      Unexpectedly, without any introduction and as if the question appeared as a result of a long and silent meditation, he asked.

      “If a lamb eats small bushes he eats flowers as well, doesn’t he?”

      “Lambs eat everything they can reach”, I replied.

      “Even flowers with thorns?”

      “Yes, even flowers with thorns.”

      “What’s the point of thorns then?”

      I didn’t know.

      I was very busy unbolting my engine at that moment. I was very nervous as it had become obvious that the damage to my plane was serious. And I had so little water I expected the worst.

      “What’s the point of thorns then?”

      I didn’t know.

      The Little Prince had never left the question he asked. As for me, I was very upset because of the bolt. I replied the first thing I could think of.

      “There is no point in thorns. Flowers show them just out of spite.”

      “Ah”, there was a silence for some time.

      Then the Little Prince, shocked and offended, attacked me.

      “I don’t believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naïve. They take care of themselves as much as they can. They assume their thorns are a dangerous weapon…”

      I didn’t answer. I was thinking about myself at that moment.

      “If I don’t unscrew this bolt I am going to beat it with a hammer.”

      The Little Prince interrupted my thoughts again.

      “Do you really believe that flowers…?”

      “No, no and no! I don’t believe in anything. I told you the first thing I could think of. Can’t you see I am busy with important stuff?”

      He was staring at me as if he had been struck by lightning.

      “Important stuff…”

      He looked at me. I was standing with a hammer in my black, from the engine oil, hands and bending over the object that he found ugly.

      “You are talking like adults!”

      It made me ashamed. Without mercy, he went on.

      “You are mixing everything together…”

      He got really angry. He tossed his golden locks and the wind caught them.

      “I know the planet where a red-faced gentleman used to live. He had never smelled flowers. He had never looked at a star. He had never loved anyone. He had never done anything in his life except adding numbers. And every day he used to repeat just like you, “I am busy with very important stuff!” He was very proud of himself. But in reality, he is a mushroom, not a man. He is a mushroom!”

      “What?”

      “A mushroom!”

      The Little Prince was white with anger now.

      “For millions of years, flowers have been growing thorns. The same as lambs have been eating them. Isn’t it an important thing to know why the flowers try so hard to grow the thorns if there is no point? Isn’t it more important than the adding process of the red-faced gentleman? If I personally know one little flower that grows only on my planet and nowhere else, and it can be destroyed by one lamb that will swallow it one morning without noticing what he had done. Ah! Do you think it’s not important!?”

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