Маленький принц / The Little Prince. Антуан де Сент-Экзюпери

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ night came. My tools dropped from my hands. What does it matter—my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince. I took him in my arms. I said to him:

      “The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing for your flower. I will—”

      I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward. It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

      8

      I soon knew this flower better. On the little prince’s planet flowers were very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they were a trouble to nobody. One morning they appeared in the grass, and at night they faded away peacefully. But one day, from a seed, a new flower came up; and the small sprout was not like any other small sprouts on his planet.

      The shrub soon stopped to grow, and began to produce a flower. And the flower was preparing her beauty in the shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colours with the greatest care. She dressed herself slowly. She adjusted her petals one by one. She wished to appear in the full radiance of her beauty. Oh, yes! She was a coquettish creature!

      Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself. She yawned and said:

      “Ah! I am scarcely awake. I think that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarranged.”

      But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

      “Oh! How beautiful you are!”

      “Am I not?” the flower responded, sweetly. “And I was born at the same moment as the sun.”

      The little prince guessed easily that she was not very modest. But how exciting she was!

      “I think it is time for breakfast,” she added an instant later.

      And the little prince, completely abashed, brought a sprinkling-can[17] of fresh water. So, he watered the flower.

      So, too, she began very quickly to torment him with her vanity. One day, for instance, when she was speaking of her four thorns, she said to the little prince:

      “Let the tigers come with their claws!”

      “There are no tigers on my planet,” the little prince objected. “And, anyway, tigers do not eat weeds.”

      “I am not a weed,” the flower replied, sweetly.

      “Please excuse me.”

      “I am not at all afraid of tigers,” she went on, “but I have a horror of drafts[18]. I suppose you have a screen for me?”

      “A horror of drafts—that is bad luck, for a plant,” remarked the little prince, and added to himself, “This flower is a very complex creature.”

      “At night, please put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the place I came from—”

      But she interrupted herself at that point. She came in the form of a seed. She did not know anything of any other worlds. Embarassed, she coughed two or three times.

      “So, the screen?”

      “I was just going to look for it when you spoke to me.”

      So the little prince, in spite of all the good will, soon came to doubt her. He took seriously words which were without importance, and it made him very unhappy.

      “There was no need to listen to her,” he told me one day. “No need to listen to the flowers. One can simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. My flowers perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to enjoy her grace.”

      And he continued his confidences:

      “The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! Judge by deeds[19] and not by words[20]. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. But I ran away from her. Flowers are so inconsistent! I was too young to know how to love her.”

      9

      The little prince decided to travel with a flock of wild birds. On the morning of his departure he put his planet in perfect order. He carefully cleaned out his active volcanoes. He had two active volcanoes; and they were very convenient to heat his breakfast in the morning. He also had one volcano that was extinct. But, as he said, “One never knows!” So he cleaned out the extinct volcano, too. If they are well cleaned out, volcanoes burn slowly and steadily, without any eruptions. Volcanic eruptions are like fires in a chimney.

      On our earth we are too small to clean out our volcanoes. That is why they bring us so much trouble.

      The little prince also pulled up the last little shoots of the baobabs. He did not want to return. And he watered the flower for the last time, and prepared to place her under the shelter of her glass globe.

      “Goodbye,” he said to the flower.

      But she made no answer.

      “Goodbye,” he said again.

      The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.

      “I was silly,” she said to him, at last. “Forgive me. Try to be happy.”

      He was surprised. He stood there bewildered. He did not understand.

      “Of course I love you,” the flower said to him. “It is my fault that you don’t know it. But this is not important. But you—you are as foolish as I. Try to be happy. Take the glass globe. I don’t want it any more.”

      “But the wind—”

      “My cold is not so bad. The cool night air will do me good[21]. I am a flower.”

      “But the animals—”

      “Well, I must meet two or three caterpillars if I wish to see the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And if not the butterflies—and the caterpillars—who will come to me? You will be far away. As for the large animals—I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my claws.”

      And she showed her four thorns. Then she added:

      “Don’t hesitate. You decided to go away. Now go!”

      She was a proud flower.

      10

      He found himself[22] in the neighborhood of the asteroids 325, 326, 327, 328, 329, and 330. He began, therefore, to visit them.

      The first of them was inhabited by a king. The king was in royal purple and ermine, and was sitting upon a throne which was at the same time both simple and majestic.

      “Ah! Here is a subjectСКАЧАТЬ