因而我又重新画了一张。
"Because where I live everything is very small...""There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."He bent his head over the drawing:"Not so small that―Look! He has gone to sleep..."And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.
"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass""Why"
第一天早晨，我就睡在这阔别人间炊火的戈壁上，我比大海中浮在小木筏上的罹难海员还要孤傲。是以，你们能够设想到，当我在第二天拂晓时被一个奇特而藐小的声音吵醒时是有多么吃惊。这个小小的声音说：“请你给我画一只绵羊，好吗？”
他渐渐地仿佛在报告一件非常首要的事情普通，对我反复说道：“请……给我画一只绵羊……”
“因为我住的处所，统统都非常小……”
My friend smiled gently and indulgenty. "You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."So then I did my drawing over once more.
他歪着脑袋靠近这张画。
这时，我非常惊奇地看到我的这位小评判员喜笑容开。
"Draw me a sheep!"
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.