Маленький принц
Chapter 7
Imadenoanswer. AtthatmomentIwasthinking, "Ifthisboltstaysjammed,I’llknockitoffwiththehammer. "Againthelittleprincedisturbedmyreflections.
"Thenyouthinkflowers..."
"No,notatall. Idon’tthinkanything! Ijustsaidwhatevercameintomyhead. I’mbusyherewithsomethingserious!"
Hestaredatme,astounded.
"Somethingserious!"
Hesawmeholdingmyhammer,myfingersblackwithgrease, bendingoveranobjectheregardedasveryugly.
"Youtalklikethegrown-ups!"
Thatmademealittleashamed.Butheadded,mercilessly:
"Youconfuseeverything..."You’vegotitallmixedup!" Hewasreallyveryannoyed. Hetossedhisgoldencurlsinthewind. "Iknowaplanetinhabitedbyared-facedgentleman. He’sneversmelledaflower. He’sneverlookedatastar. He’sneverlovedanyone. He’sneverdoneanythingexceptaddupnumbers. Andalldaylonghesaysoverandover,justlikeyou,’I’maseriousman!I’maseriousman!’ Andthatpuffshimupwithpride. Buthe’snotamanatall-he’samushroom!"
"He’sawhat?"
"Amushroom!" Thelittleprincewasnowquitepalewithrage. "Formillionsofyearsflowershavebeenproducingthorns. Formillionsofyearssheephavebeeneatingthemallthesame.
