Текст песни Маленький принц - Глава 13

The fourth planet belonged to a business man. He was like that
busy that when the Little Prince appeared, he didn’t even raise his head.
     “Good afternoon,” the Little Prince told him. - your cigarette
went out.
     - Three yes two - five. Five yes seven - twelve. Twelve yes
three to fifteen. Good afternoon. Fifteen yes seven - twenty two.
Twenty two yes six - twenty eight. There is no time to strike a match.
Twenty six yes five - thirty one. Phew! So, five hundred
one million six hundred twenty two thousand seven hundred and thirty-one.
     - Five hundred million of what?
     - BUT? Are you still here? Five hundred million ... I don’t know what ...
me so much work! I am a serious person, I can’t talk! Two yes
five to seven ...
     - Five hundred million of what? repeated the Little Prince: asking about
with anything, he did not calm down until he received an answer.
     The business man raised his head.
     - For fifty-four years I have been living on this planet, and for all the time
I was disturbed only three times. For the first time, twenty two years ago,
a bug beetle flew to me from somewhere. He made a terrible noise, and then I
made four mistakes in addition. The second time, eleven years ago
ago, I had a fit of rheumatism. From a sedentary lifestyle. To me
there is no time to walk around. I am a serious person. Third time ... here it is! So,
therefore, five hundred million ...
     - Millions of what?
     The business man understood that he needed to answer, otherwise he would not be at ease.
     - Five hundred million of these little things that are sometimes visible in
in the air.
     - What is it, flies?
     “No, they are so small, shiny.”
     - Bees?
     - No. So small, golden, every lazy person will look like
on them, and dreaming. But I am a serious person. I have no time to dream.
     - Ah, the stars?
     - Exactly. Stars.
     “Five hundred million stars?” What are you doing with them?
     - Five hundred one million six hundred twenty two thousand seven hundred
thirty one. I am a serious person, I love accuracy.
     “So what are you doing with all these stars?”
     - What am I doing?
     - Yes.
     “I do nothing.” I own them.
     - Do you own the stars?
     - Yes.
     - But I already saw the king who ...
     “Kings don't own anything.” They only rule. This is completely different
a business.
     “Why do you need to own the stars?”
     - To be rich.
     - And why be rich?
     - To buy more new stars, if someone opens them.
     He thinks almost like a drunkard, the Little Prince thought.
     And he began to ask further:
     “And how can one wield stars?”
     - whose stars? the businessman asked gruffly.
     - I do not know. Drawn.
     “So mine, because I was the first to think of it.”
     “Is that enough?”
     - Well, of course. If you find a diamond that has no master, -
then he is yours. If you find an island that has no master, he
is yours. If any idea comes to you first, you take
patent for it: it is yours. I own the stars because nobody is before me
I didn’t guess to take possession of them.
     “That's right,” said the Little Prince. - And what are you with them
are you doing
     “I am managing them,” the businessman answered. “I count them and recount them.”
It is very difficult. But I am a serious person.
     However, the Little Prince was not enough.
     - If I have a silk scarf, I can tie it around my neck
and carry with you, ”he said. - If I have a flower, I can have it
rip off and carry with you. But you can’t take the stars!
     “No, but I can put them in the bank.”
     - Like this?
     - And so: I write on a piece of paper how many stars I have. Then I lay this
a piece of paper in a box and lock it with a key.
     “Is that all?”
     “That's enough.”
     “Funny!” Thought the Little Prince. “And even poetic. But not
that