Маленький принц

           Formewhealisofnousewhatever. Wheatfieldssaynothingtome. Whichissad. Butyouhavehairthecolorofgold. Soitwillbewonderful,onceyou’vetamedme! Thewheat,whichisgolden,willremindmeofyou. AndI’lllovethesoundofthewindinthewheat..." 

           Thefoxfellsilentandstaredatthelittleprinceforalongwhile. "Please...tameme!"hesaid. 

           "I’dliketo,"thelittleprincereplied,"butIhaven’tmuchtime. Ihavefriendstofindandsomanythingstolearn." 

           "Theonlythingsyoulearnarethethingsyoutame,"saidthefox. "Peoplehaven’ttimetolearnanything. Theybuythingsready-madeinstores. Butsincetherearenostoreswhereyoucanbuyfriends,peoplenolongerhavefriends. Ifyouwantafriend,tameme!" 

           "WhatdoIhavetodo? "askedthelittleprince. 

           "Youhavetobeverypatient,"thefoxanswered. "Firstyou’llsitdownalittlewaysawayfromme,overthere,inthegrass. I’llwatchyououtofthecornerofmyeye,andyouwon’tsayanything. Languageisthesourceofmisunderstandings. Butdaybyday,you’llbeabletositalittlecloser..." 

           Thenextdaythelittleprincereturned. 

           "Itwouldhavebeenbettertoreturnatthesametime,"thefoxsaid. "Forinstance,ifyoucomeatfourintheafternoon,I’llbegintobehappybythree. Thecloseritgetstofour,thehappierI’llfeel. ByfourI’llbeallexcitedandworried; I’lldiscoverwhatitcoststobehappy! Butifyoucomeatanyoldtime,I’llneverknowwhenIshouldpreparemyheart..."Theremustberites." 

           "What’sarite? "askedthelittleprince.