Маленький принц

           "Soyou’rethirsty,too?"Iasked. 

           Buthedidn’tanswermyquestion. Hemerelysaidtome,"Watercanalsobegoodfortheheart..." 

           Ididn’tunderstandhisanswer,butIsaidnothing..." Iknewbythistimethatitwasnousequestioninghim. 

           Hewastired. Hesatdown. Isatdownnexttohim. Andafterasilence,hespokeagain. "Thestarsarebeautifulbecauseofafloweryoudon’tsee..." 

           Ianswered,"Yes,ofcourse,"andwithoutspeakinganotherwordIstaredattheridgesofsandinthemoonlight. 

           "Thedesertisbeautiful,"thelittleprinceadded. 

           Anditwastrue. I’vealwayslovedthedesert. Yousitdownonasanddune. Youseenothing. Youhearnothing. Andyetsomethingshines,somethingsingsinthatsilence... 

           "Whatmakesthedesertbeautiful,"thelittleprincesaid,"isthatithidesawellsomewhere..." 

           Iwassurprisedbysuddenlyunderstandingthatmysteriousradianceofthesands. WhenIwasalittleboyIlivedinanoldhouse,andtherewasalegendthatatreasurewasburiedinitsomewhere. 

           Ofcourse,noonewaseverabletofindthetreasure,perhapsnooneevensearched. Butitcastaspelloverthatwholehouse. Myhousehidasecretinthedepthsofitsheart... 

           "Yes,"Isaidtothelittleprince, "whetherit’sahouseorthestarsorthedesert,whatmakesthembeautifulisinvisible!"