Маленький принц
Chapter 2
WhenIfinallymanagedtospeak,Iaskedhim, "But...whatareyoudoinghere?"
Andthenherepeated,veryslowlyandveryseriously, "Please...drawmeasheep..."
Whenyouencounteranoverpoweringmystery,youdon’tdaredisobey. Absurdasitseemed,athousandmilesfromallinhabitedregionsandindangerofdeath,Itookapieceofpaperandapenoutofmypocket. ButthenIrememberedthatIhadmostlystudiedgeography,history,arithmetic,andgrammar,andItoldthelittlefellow(rathercrossly)thatIdidn’tknowhowtodraw.
Hereplied, "Thatdoesn’tmatter. Drawmeasheep."
SinceIhadneverdrawnasheep,ImadehimoneoftheonlytwodrawingsIknewhowtomake-theoneoftheboaconstrictorfromoutside. AndIwasastoundedtohearthelittlefellowanswer:
"No! No! Idon’twantanelephantinsideaboaconstrictor. Aboaconstrictorisverydangerous,andanelephantwouldgetintheway. WhereIlive,everythingisverysmall. Ineedasheep. Drawmeasheep."
SothenImadeadrawing.
Helookedatitcarefully,andthensaid, "No.Thisoneisalreadyquitesick. Makeanother."
Imadeanotherdrawing. Myfriendgavemeakind,indulgentsmile:
"Youcanseeforyourself...that’snotasheep, it’saram. Ithashorns..."
SoImademythirddrawing,butitwasrejected,liketheothers:
