Маленький принц

           Imadenoanswer. AtthatmomentIwasthinking, "Ifthisboltstaysjammed,I’llknockitoffwiththehammer. "Againthelittleprincedisturbedmyreflections. 

           "Thenyouthinkflowers..." 

           "No,notatall. Idon’tthinkanything! Ijustsaidwhatevercameintomyhead. I’mbusyherewithsomethingserious!" 

           Hestaredatme,astounded. 

           "Somethingserious!" 

           Hesawmeholdingmyhammer,myfingersblackwithgrease, bendingoveranobjectheregardedasveryugly. 

           "Youtalklikethegrown-ups!" 

           Thatmademealittleashamed.Butheadded,mercilessly: 

           "Youconfuseeverything..."You’vegotitallmixedup!" Hewasreallyveryannoyed. Hetossedhisgoldencurlsinthewind. "Iknowaplanetinhabitedbyared-facedgentleman. He’sneversmelledaflower. He’sneverlookedatastar. He’sneverlovedanyone. He’sneverdoneanythingexceptaddupnumbers. Andalldaylonghesaysoverandover,justlikeyou,’I’maseriousman!I’maseriousman!’ Andthatpuffshimupwithpride. Buthe’snotamanatall-he’samushroom!" 

           "He’sawhat?" 

           "Amushroom!" Thelittleprincewasnowquitepalewithrage. "Formillionsofyearsflowershavebeenproducingthorns. Formillionsofyearssheephavebeeneatingthemallthesame.