Character: Fox. Page 1

- So we have you more than once? - I asked cautiously. - Otherwise, when would have time to learn Russian? One of the most difficult languages on Earth, by the way!
- I'm a dragon, remember? - Jala gave me a haughty smile. - I have no idea!
And cross stitch? - rolled his eyes I.
"Well..." the Dragon hesitated. I have not tried, but I guess...
- Oh, if I had a dragon! - like I said. - I may not be married would never!

You can only learn those things that are tame.

- If you want you had a friend, tame me!
- What should I do? - asked the Little Prince.
- Have patience, ' answered the Fox. - First, sit down over there, some distance away on the grass. So. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you shut up. <...> But every day get a little closer...

- What's it like to tame?
Is a long forgotten concept, explained Fox. It means to establish ties.
- Ties?
"Exactly," said the Fox.

Child, to say exactly what you mean, the whole thing, without missing a beat and not adding, this is the joyful art of words.

Surely you believe I'm going to pry your secret? Never in my life. Friends should not infringe upon the freedom of each other. My perseverance will pull us apart more than your stealth.

Things themselves are neither bad nor good - we just perceived them as such.

The whole world is one village, and the sage in him never banished.

But if you come every time in a different time, I don't know what time to prepare your heart... you Need to follow rituals.

- You should come always at the same hour, ' asked the Fox. - For example, if you come at four o'clock, I'm already three hours will feel happy. And the closer to the appointed hour, the happier. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I know the price of happiness!

My life is boredom. I hunt chickens and men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and people are all the same. And I live boring. But if you tame me, my life is like the sun illumined. Your steps I'll distinguish among thousands of others. Hearing human steps, I always run away and hide. Yours will call me, like music, and I will come out of his hiding place. And then - look! You see, out there in the fields, wheat ripens? I don't eat bread. The ears I don't need. Wheat fields about anything I did not say. And that is sad. But you have Golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you have tamed me! The Golden wheat will remind me of you. And I love the rustle of the ears in the wind...
Please... tame me!