Маленький принц

           Ihadloosenedtheyellowscarfhealwayswore. Ihadmoistenedhistemplesandmadehimdrinksomewater. AndnowIdidn’tdareaskhimanythingmore. Hegazedatmewithaseriousexpressionandputhisarmsroundmyneck. Ifelthisheartbeatinglikeadyingbird’s,whenit’sbeenshot. Hesaidtome: 

           "I’mgladyoufoundwhatwasthematterwithyourengine. Nowyou’llbeabletoflyagain..." 

           "Howdidyouknow? "IwasjustcomingtotellhimthatIhadbeensuccessfulbeyondallhope! 

           Hedidn’tanswermyquestion;allhesaidwas"I’mleavingtoday,too. "Andthen,sadly, "It’smuchfurther..."It’smuchmoredifficult." 

           Irealizedthatsomethingextraordinarywashappening. Iwasholdinghiminmyarmslikealittlechild,yetitseemedtomethathewasdroppingheadlongintoanabyss,andIcoulddonothingtoholdhimback. 

           Hisexpressionwasveryseriousnow,lostandremote. "Ihaveyoursheep. AndIhavethecrateforit. Andthemuzzle..." Andhesmiledsadly. 

           Iwaitedalongtime. Icouldfeelthathewasrevivingalittle. "Littlefellow,youwerefrightened..." Ofcoursehewasfrightened! 

           Buthelaughedalittle. "I’llbemuchmorefrightenedtonight..." 

           OnceagainIfeltchilledbythesenseofsomethingirreparable. AndIrealizedIcouldn’tbearthethoughtofneverhearingthatlaughagain. Formeitwaslikeaspringoffreshwaterinthedesert. 

           "Littlefellow,Iwanttohearyoulaughagain..."