Маленький принц

           "That’sright,"thefoxsaid. "Formeyou’reonlyalittleboyjustlikeahundredthousandotherlittleboys. AndIhavenoneedofyou. Andyouhavenoneedofme,either. ForyouI’monlyafoxlikeahundredthousandotherfoxes. Butifyoutameme,we’llneedeachother. You’llbetheonlyboyintheworldforme. I’llbetheonlyfoxintheworldforyou..." 

           "I’mbeginningtounderstand,"thelittleprincesaid. "There’saflower...Ithinkshe’stamedme..." 

           "Possibly."thefoxsaid. "OnEarth,oneseesallkindsofthings." 

           "Oh,thisisn’tonEarth,"thelittleprincesaid. 

           Thefoxseemedquiteintrigued. "Onanotherplanet?" 

           "Yes." 

           "Aretherehuntersonthatplanet?" 

           "No." 

           "Nowthat’sinteresting. Andchickens?" 

           "No." 

           "Nothing’sperfect,"sighedthefox. 

           Buthereturnedtohisidea. "Mylifeismonotonous. Ihuntchickens; peoplehuntme. Allchickensarejustalike,andallmenarejustalike. SoI’mratherbored. Butifyoutameme,mylifewillbefilledwithsunshine. I’llknowthesoundoffootstepsthatwillbedifferentfromalltherest. Otherfootstepssendmebackunderground. Yourswillcallmeoutofmyburrowlikemusic. Andthen,look! Youseethewheatfieldsoverthere? Idon’teatbread.