Текст песни Антуан де Сент-Экзюпери - Глава 13

XIII

     The fourth planet belonged to a businessman. He was so
busy, that the appearance of the little prince's head is not even raised.
     - Hello, - told him the little prince. - Your cigarette
extinguished.
     - Three plus two - five. Yes five, seven - twelve. Twelve yes
three - fifteen. Good afternoon. Yes seven fifteen - twenty-two.
Twenty-two yes six - twenty-eight. Once a match strike.
Twenty-six and five - thirty-one. Phew! Total, therefore, five hundred
one million six hundred twenty-two thousand seven hundred thirty-one.
     - Five hundred million what?
     - Huh? Are you still here? Five hundred million ... I do not know what ... I
I have so much work! I am a serious person, I do not talk to! Two yes
five - seven ...
     - Five hundred million what? - The little prince repeated: ask about
something, he would not rest until he got an answer.

     Business man raised his head.
     - For fifty-four years I live on this planet, and for all time
I interfered only three times. For the first time, twenty-two years ago,
to me from somewhere flew chafer. He raised a terrible noise, and then I
made four errors in addition. The second time, eleven years
ago, I had an attack of rheumatism. From a sedentary lifestyle. To Mee
roam once. I am a serious person. The third time ... here it is! So The,
therefore, five hundred million ...
     - Millions of what?
     Business man knew what to answer, and then there will be no peace.
     - Five hundred million of these small stuff, which sometimes can be seen in
air.
     - This is what flies?
     - No, those little shiny.
     - Bees?
     - Oh, no. Such small, gold, just as lazy look
to them, and dreaming. I'm a serious person. I once dreamed of.
     - A star?
     - That's it. Star.
     - Five hundred million stars? What do you do with them?
     - Five hundred and one million six hundred twenty-two thousand seven hundred
thirty-one. I am a serious person, I like to be.
     - So what do you do with all these stars?
     - What to do?
     - Yup.
     - Do nothing. I own them.
     - Possess the stars?
     - Yup.
     - But I have seen the King, who ...
     - Kings own nothing. They are just right. It is quite another
business.
     - And what do you own the stars?
     - To be rich.
     - And what is to be rich?
     - To buy more new stars, if someone opens.
     & Quot; He talks almost like a drunk & quot ;, - thought the little prince.
     And he began to ask further:
     - And how can you own the stars?
     - Whose stars? - Asked grumpily businessman.
     - I do not know. Draws.
     - So, my, because I first thought of this before.
     - And that's enough?
     - Well, of course. If you find a diamond that belongs to nobody -
then it's yours. If you find an island that belongs to nobody, it
yours. If you first come to mind any idea, you take
a patent on it: it is yours. I own the stars, because no one before me
did not think they take hold.
     - That's right, - said the little prince. - And what do you do with them
doing?
     - To dispose of them, - said a businessman. - I consider them and recount.
It's very difficult. But I'm a serious person.
     But the little prince was not enough.
     - If I have a silk scarf, I can tie it around your neck
and carry, - he said. - If I have a flower, can I
rip and carry away. And you do not you can pick the stars!
     - No, but I can put it in the bank.
     - Like this?
     - And so I write down on paper how much I stars. Then put this
a piece of paper in a drawer and lock it with a key.
     - Is that all?
     - This is enough.
     & Quot; It's funny! - Thought the little prince. - And even