But he did not answer me. He said to me, instead:"You know― my descent to the earth... Tomorrow will be its anniversary."Then, after a silence, he went on:"I came down very near here."And he flushed.
“哦，如许也能够了。”他说，“孩子们认得出来。”
And the little prince added:
And once again, without understanding why, I had a queer sense of sorrow.
我把水桶提到他的嘴边。他闭着眼睛喝口水。就像过节普通镇静甜美。这水确切分歧于普通补给品，它是我们披星戴月走了很多路才找到的，是在辘轳的歌声中，颠末我双手的尽力得来的。它像是一件礼品安慰着我的心灵。在我小的时候，圣诞树的灯光，半夜里弥撒的音乐，甜美的浅笑，这统统都使我圣诞节时收到的礼品辉映着幸运的光彩。
我不想他累到。
“让我来干吧。”我对他说，“这活对你太重了。”
Chapter 25
"It is strange," I said to the little prince. "Everything is ready for use: the pulley, the bucket, the rope..."He laughed, touched the rope, and set the pulley to working. And the pulley moaned, like an old weathervane which the wind has long since forgotten.
“你现在该做事了。你应当回到你的飞机那边去。我在这里等你。你明天早晨再来……”
I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, his eyes closed. It was as sweet as some special festival treat. This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment. Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a present. When I was a little boy, the lights of the Christmas tree, the music of the Midnight Mass, the tenderness of smiling faces, used to make up, so, the radiance of the gifts I received.