Маленький принц
Chapter 7
Andit’snotserious, tryingtounderstandwhyflowersgotosuchtroubletoproducethorns thataregoodfornothing? It’snotimportant,thewarbetweenthesheepandtheflowers? It’snomoreseriousandmoreimportantthanthenumbers thatfatredgentlemanisaddingup?
"SupposeIhappentoknowauniqueflower, onethatexistsnowhereintheworldexceptonmyplanet, onethatalittlesheepcanwipeoutinasinglebiteonemorning,justlikethat, withoutevenrealizingwhathe’sdoing -thatisn’timportant?" Hisfaceturnedrednow,andhewenton. "Ifsomeonelovesaflowerofwhichjustoneexampleexistsamongallthemillionsandmillionsofstars, that’senoughtomakehimhappywhenhelooksatthestars. Hetellshimself,’Myflower’suptheresomewhere...’ Butifthesheepeatstheflower,thenforhimit’sasif,suddenly,allthestarswentout. Andthatisn’timportant?"
Hecouldn’tsayanotherword. Allofasuddenheburstoutsobbing. Nighthadfallen. Idroppedmytools. WhatdidIcareaboutmyhammer,aboutmybolt,aboutthirstanddeath? Therewas,ononestar,ononeplanet,onmine,theEarth,alittleprincetobeconsoled! Itookhiminmyarms.Irockedhim. Itoldhim,’’Thefloweryouloveisnotindanger... I’lldrawyouamuzzleforyoursheep... I’lldrawyouafenceforyourflower...
Ididn’tknowwhattosay. HowclumsyIfelt! Ididn’tknowhowtoreachhim,wheretofindhim... It’ssomysterious, thelandoftears.
