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ПЕРЕВОД НА РУССКИЙ 1 Listen and read the story.
THE DEVOTED FRIEND Adapted from"The Devoted Friend by O.
Wilde"Once upon a time, " said a Linnet"there was an honest fellow named Hans"Was he famous?
" asked a Water - Rat.
"No, " answered the Linnet, "I don't think he was famous at all, but he had a kind heart and a funny, round, good - humoured face.
He lived in a small cottage all by himself, and every day he worked in his garden.
In all the country - side there was no garden so lovely as his.
Different flowers grew there, and they bloomed or blossomed, so that there were always beautiful things to look at.
" Hans had many friends, but the most devoted friend of all was big Hugh[hju : l, the Miller.
Indeed, so devoted was the rich Miller to Hans, that he would never go by his garden without filling his pockets with plums and apples if it was the fruit season.
"Real friends should have everything in common", the Miller used to say, and little Hans nodded and smiled, and felt very proud of having a friend with such noble ideas.
Sometimes, indeed, the neighbours thought it was strange that the rich Miller never gave little Hans anything in returns, a linnet liinitl KoHonnsHKa a miller l'milal MenbHMK PAGES READERS though he had a hundred sacks of flour in his mill, and six cows, and many sheep ; but Hans never troubled his head about these things, and nothing gave him a greater pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful things the Miller said about the unselfishness of true friendship So little Hans worked away in his garden.
During the spring, the summer, and the autumn he was very happy, but when the winter came, and he had neither fruit nor flowers to bring to the market, he suffered' a lot from cold and hunger, and often had to go to bed without any supper.
In winter, he was very lonely, as the Miller never came to see him"There is no good in my visits to Hans while there is snow, " the Miller said to his Wife, "because when people are in trouble, no visitor should bother them.
This is my idea about friendship, and I am sure I am right.
So I shall wait till the spring comes, and then I shall visit him, and he will be able to give me a large basket of roses, and that will make him so happy.
"You are certainly very thoughtful about others answered the Wife, as she sat in her comfortable arm - chair by the fire, "very thoughtful indeed.
It is quite a pleasure to hear you talk about friendship!
".
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty?
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty.
The family did not want this boy.
On the same day another English child was born.
He was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who wanted him very much.
All England wanted him.
People talked only about the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales who lay in silk and did not know that all England wanted him so much.
But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, who lay in his dirty rags and did not know that nobody wanted him.
A few years passed.
London was fifteen hundred years old and was a great town.
The street where Tom's family lived was not far from London Bridge and was called Offal Court.
It was dirty, and the houses were of wood, with small windows.
Can - ty's family lived in one room on the third floor of one of these houses.
The mother and the father had a bed, but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan slept on the floor and covered themselves with rags.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old.
They were twins.
They were always dirty and in rags, but they were kind - hearted girls.
Their mother was like them.
But the father and the grandmother were very bad people.
They often got drunk and then they fought each other and beat the children.
Tom's father, John Canty, was a thief, and Tom's grandmother was a beggar, and they made the children beg.
Every day Tom went out to beg in the streets.
If nobody gave him any money, his father and grandmother beat him at night and sent him to bed hungry.
But there were some good things in Tom's life.
Among the people that lived in the house there was a kind old man who taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write.
He also told him many stories about kings and princes.
Tom liked to listen to his stories.
He also read the books that the old man gave him.
Tom was a clever boy, he knew so much!
And he could do and say such interesting things!
When the children played, Tom was always a prince and the boys were lords of his court.
At night when he lay in the dark on his dirty rags, he forgot his hunger and his father's beatings.
He thought about kings and princes, who were clean and well dressed and lived in beautiful palaces.
Tom wanted to be clean and well dressed too.
But in the morning he had to go out in his rags to beg.
At night he dreamed that he lived in a palace among lords and ladies.
Oh, how he wanted to see a real prince with his own eyes!
This wish became stronger and stronger day by day and at last he could think of nothing else.
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The King and the Painter.
There was a king who thought he could paint very well.
His pictures were very bad but the people to whom he showed them were afraid to tell him the truth.
They all said that his pictures were wonderful and they liked them very much.
One day the king showed his pictures to a great painter who lived in his country and said, "I'd like to know what you think of my pictures.
Do you like them?
" The painter looked at king's pictures and said, "My king, I believe that your pictures are bad and you will never be a good artist.
» The king got very angry and sent the painter to prison.
Two years had passed and the king wanted to see the painter again.
"I was angry with you, » he said, "because you didn't like my pictures.
Now you're a free man again and I am your friend.
" The dinner was wonderful.
And they enjoyed it very much.
After dinner the king showed his pictures to the painter again and asked, "Well, how do you like them now?
" The painter turned to a soldier who was standing behind him and said, "Take me back to prison.
"
A Write down whether the following statements are true or false.
1. The king was proud of his pictures.
2. The painter told the king the truth.
3. Some years later the king became a good painter.
B Answer the following questions.
1. Why were people afraid to tell the King the truth about his pictures?
2. What happened to the great painter who told them the the truth?
3. Did the painter change his mind when he met the king two years later?
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Kino was a poor pearl diver.
One day, a scorpion stung his baby, so he took the baby to the doctor.
But Kino didn't have any money.
He only had some very poor quality pearls.
The doctor didn't want to treat the baby, so the doctor's servant lied to Kino : 'The doctor has gone out.
' Later that day, Kino went diving for pearls.
While he was diving, he saw a very large oyster.
He swam down and down and picked up the oyster.
Then he came to the surface.
He took his knife and opened the shell of the oyster.
Inside, there was an enormous, beautiful pearl - the greatest pearl in the world!
Kino and his wife Juana were very happy.
Now they would have enough money to educate their son and maybe buy new clothes and even a rifle.
The news of the pearl spread through the town very quickly.
That evening, lots of neighbours came to their house and they talked about what Kino and Juana could do with the money.
The doctor and his servant also came to the house, because they had heard about the pearl.
The doctor made Kino and Juana afraid about the scorpion sting.
He gave the baby medicine, which he said would save him.
The doctor looked around the house, because he knew that they had hidden the pearl somewhere.
In the middle of the night, while Kino and his family were sleeping, Kino suddenly heard a noise.
Someone was trying to get the pearl!
In the darkness, Kino jumped up with his knife but someone hit him on the head and ran away.
The next morning he took the pearl to the pearl dealers in the main square of the town.
There were many dealers but they all worked for one man and they always gave the divers the lowest possible price for their pearls.
Kino went to different dealers but they all said that the pearl was too big and ugly and that it wasn't worth more than 1, 500 pesos.
Kino was very angry He decided to go to the capital city because he knew that the pearl was very valuable.
But that night someone attacked him outside his house.
Juana said that the pearl was evil and that it was going to destroy them.
She tried to throw the pearl into the sea but Kino stopped her.
Soon afterwards, he was attacked in the darkness by a group of men.
He defended himself with his knife and killed one of the men.
' Kino and Juana knew that they had to get away from the town but someone had made a hole in the bottom of their canoe couldn't go by sea.
When they went back to their house, they found it in flames so they hid in Kino's brother's house.
When night came, Juana and Kino started to walk towards the mountains with their baby.
Kino was still determined to get to the capital and sell the pearl and kept making plans about the future.
During the day, they found a place to hide.
They were resting when they saw that three hunters were following them.
They hid and stayed very quiet until the hunters had gone past.
Then they ran to the mountains.
High in the mountains, they found a stream and a waterfall.
They drank water and then decided to hide in one of the caves under the waterfall.
That evening, the hunters arrived and camped next to the waterfall.
Juana couldn't keep the baby quiet so Kino decided to go down and try to kill the men.
He was just about to attack them when the hunters heard the baby.
They thought that it was a dangerous animal.
A man fired his rifle just as Kino attacked.
Kino then took the man's rifle and killed him and the other men.
But suddenly everything went very quiet and Kino knew that something was wrong.
He went back to the cave.
The baby was dead!
He had been hit by the first rifle shot.
Kino and Juana walked back to the town carrying the body of their dead baby.
They walked slowly.
The people came out to meet them but they ignored everybody.
They walked towards the sea.
Kino took out the pearl.
It was grey and ugly, and in the pearl he could see evil faces.
He offered the pearl to Juana but she said softly, 'No, you.
' Kino took the pearl and threw it into the water.
It dropped to the bottom and settled near some plants.
A crab climbed over it and covered it with sand.
The pearl disappeared.
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There once was a man who lived alone in a little house in a small town.
He always cooked his own dinner, cleaned the house by himself, and made his own bed.
One night he came home feeling very hungry, so he made a big dinner.
He had been eating much and he was very tired after finishing.
He decided to leave the dishes till the next night.
But the next night he was TWICE as hungry, so he cooked TWICE as big of a dinner, and it took TWICE as long to eat it, and he was TWICE as tired as he had been the day before.
As the days passed by, he got hungrier and more tired, and there were so MANY dirty dishes that he started to pile them on the table.
As soon as the table was full he started to put them on his bookshelves.
As soon as THEY were full, he had been piling them on the floor for several days and soon he couldn't get into his house!
One night he looked in his cupboard and found out that there wasn't any clean dish there.
Soon he used up all his ashtrays and clean flowerpots, and his sweets dishes, and drank water from vases.
He used up EVERYTHING, even the pots he cooked his food in, and the frying pan, and the
kettle, and he didn't know what to do!
He was SO unhappy.
His whole house was full of dirty dishes, and dirty flowerpots, and dirty ashtrays, and dirty sweets dishes, and dirty pots, and a dirty soap dish, and a dirty frying pan, and a dirty kettle.
He couldn't find his books or his clock, or even his BED any more!
He couldn't sit down to think because even his chairs were all with dishes, and he couldn't find the sink so he could wash them!
But THE RAIN STARTED!
And the man got an idea.
He drove his big lorry around to the side of his house and piled all the dishes, and all the vases, and all the ashtrays, and pots, and a frying pan, and a kettle on it and drove the truck out into the rain.
Indeed, so devoted was the rich Miller that he would never go by his garden without filing his pockets with plums and apples if it was the fruit season?
Indeed, so devoted was the rich Miller that he would never go by his garden without filing his pockets with plums and apples if it was the fruit season.
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) "'What a silly boy you are'!
Cried the Miller ; 'I really don't know what is the use of sending you to school.
You seem not to learn anything.
Why, if little Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, and our good supper, and our great cask of red wine, he might get envious, and envy is a most terrible thing, and would spoil anybody's nature.
I certainly will not allow Hans' nature to be spoiled.
I am his best friend, and I will always watch over him, and see that he is not led into any temptations.
Besides, if Hans came here, he might ask me to let him have some flour on credit, and that I could not do.
Flour is one thing, and friendship is another, and they should not be confused.
Why, the words are spelt differently, and mean quite different things.
Everybody can see that.
' "'How well you talk'!
Said the Miller's Wife, pouring herself out a large glass of warm ale ; 'really I feel quite drowsy.
It is just like being in church.
' "'Lots of people act well, ' answered the Miller ; 'but very few people talk well, which shows that talking is much the more difficult thing of the two, and much the finer thing also' ; and he looked sternly across the table at his little son, who felt so ashamed of himself that he hung his head down, and grew quite scarlet, and began to cry into his tea.
However, he was so young that you must excuse him.
" "Is that the end of the story?
" asked the Water - rat.
"Certainly not, " answered the Linnet, "that is the beginning.
" "Then you are quite behind the age, " said the Water - rat.
"Every good story - teller nowadays starts with the end, and then goes on to the beginning, and concludes with the middle.
That is the new method.
I heard all about it the other day from a critic who was walking round the pond with a young man.
He spoke of the matter at great length, and I am sure he must have been right, for he had blue spectacles and a bald head, and whenever the young man made any remark, he always answered 'Pooh!
' But pray go on with your story.
I like the Miller immensely.
I have all kinds of beautiful sentiments myself, so there is a great sympathy between us.
" "Well, " said the Linnet, hopping now on one leg and now on the other, "as soon as the winter was over, and the primroses began to open their pale yellow stars, the Miller said to his wife that he would go down and see little Hans.
"'Why, what a good heart you have'!
Cried his Wife ; 'you are always thinking of others.
And mind you take the big basket with you for the flowers.
' "So the Miller tied the sails of the windmill together with a strong iron chain, and went down the hill with the basket on his arm.
"'Good morning, little Hans, ' said the Miller.
"'Good morning, ' said Hans, leaning on his spade, and smiling from ear to ear.
"'And how have you been all the winter?
' said the Miller.
"'Well, really, ' cried Hans, 'it is very good of you to ask, very good indeed.
I am afraid I had rather a hard time of it, but now the spring has come, and I am quite happy, and all my flowers are doing well.
' "'We often talked of you during the winter, Hans, ' said the Miller, 'and wondered how you were getting on.
' "'That was kind of you, ' said Hans ; 'I was half afraid you had forgotten me.
' "'Hans, I am surprised at you, ' said the Miller ; 'friendship never forgets.
That is the wonderful thing about it, but I am afraid you don't understand the poetry of life.
How lovely your primroses are looking, by - the - bye"!
"'They are certainly very lovely, ' said Hans, 'and it is a most lucky thing for me that I have so many.
I am going to bring them into the market and sell them to the Burgomaster's daughter, and buy back my wheelbarrow with the money.
' "'Buy back your wheelbarrow?
You don't mean to say you have sold it?
What a very stupid thing to do'!
"'Well, the fact is, ' said Hans, 'that I was obliged to.
You see the winter was a very bad time for me, and I really had no money at all to buy bread with.
So I first sold the silver buttons off my Sunday coat, and then I sold my silver chain, and then I sold my big pipe, and at last I sold my wheelbarrow.
But I am going to buy them all back again now.
'.
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(разных типов) Once upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more - than - oriental splendour.
And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking - stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch.
And one day he took flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick.
It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that's magic), and he put it on stove because he was allowed to cook on the stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental.
But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and few manners.
In those days the Rhinoceros's skin fitted him quite tight.
There were no wrinkles in it anywhere.
He looked exactly like a Noah's Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger.
All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners.
He said, 'How!
' And the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more - than - oriental splendour.
And the Rhinoceros upset the oil - stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of Mazanderan, Socotra, and Promontories of the Larger Equinox.
Then the Parsee came down from his palm - tree and put the stove on its legs and recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate : Them that takes cakes Which the Parsee - man bakes Makes dreadful mistakes.
And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.
Because, five weeks later, there was a heat wave in the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had.
The Parsee took off his hat ; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe.
In those days it buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof.
He said nothing whatever about the Parsee's cake, because he had eaten it all ; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward.
He waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose, leaving his skin on the beach.
Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one smile that ran all round his face two times.
Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands.
Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake - crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp.
He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake - crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could possibly hold.
Then he climbed to the top of his palm - tree and waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.
And the Rhinoceros did.
He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake crumbs in bed.
Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse ; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse.
Then he ran to the palm - tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it.
He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs.
And it spoiled his temper, but it didn't make the least difference to the cake - crumbs.
They were inside his skin and they tickled.
So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy ; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake - crumbs inside.
But the Parsee came down from his palm - tree, wearing his hat, from which the rays of the sun were reflected in more - than - oriental splendour, packed up his cooking - stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo, Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty?
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty.
The family did not want this boy.
On the same day another English child was born.
He was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who wanted him very much.
All England wanted him.
People talked only about the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales who lay in silk and did not know that all England wanted him so much.
But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, who lay in his dirty rags and did not know that nobody wanted him.
A few years passed.
London was fifteen hundred years old and was a great town.
The street where Tom's family lived was not far from London Bridge and was called Offal Court.
It was dirty, and the houses were of wood, with small windows.
Can - ty's family lived in one room on the third floor of one of these houses.
The mother and the father had a bed, but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan slept on the floor and covered themselves with rags.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old.
They were twins.
They were always dirty and in rags, but they were kind - hearted girls.
Their mother was like them.
But the father and the grandmother were very bad people.
They often got drunk and then they fought each other and beat the children.
Tom's father, John Canty, was a thief, and Tom's grandmother was a beggar, and they made the children beg.
Every day Tom went out to beg in the streets.
If nobody gave him any money, his father and grandmother beat him at night and sent him to bed hungry.
But there were some good things in Tom's life.
Among the people that lived in the house there was a kind old man who taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write.
He also told him many stories about kings and princes.
Tom liked to listen to his stories.
He also read the books that the old man gave him.
Tom was a clever boy, he knew so much!
And he could do and say such interesting things!
When the children played, Tom was always a prince and the boys were lords of his court.
At night when he lay in the dark on his dirty rags, he forgot his hunger and his father's beatings.
He thought about kings and princes, who were clean and well dressed and lived in beautiful palaces.
Tom wanted to be clean and well dressed too.
But in the morning he had to go out in his rags to beg.
At night he dreamed that he lived in a palace among lords and ladies.
Oh, how he wanted to see a real prince with his own eyes!
This wish became stronger and stronger day by day and at last he could think of nothing else.
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It was summer?
It was summer.
A Grasshonpper lived in the green grass near a high hill.
He liked to sing and dance very much.
He often hopped and played in the grass in the daytime and when it was dark, he looked at the stars in the sky and at the yellow moon.
Sometimes he went to the mountains and walked in the woods.
He had a very good time.
He didn't work, he didn't think about food .
He had a lot to eat and his house was a beautiful place in the grass under a flover.
One day the Grasshopper saw an Ant.
The And looked tired.
He was hot.
He had a big sack on his back.
''Why are you working on such a lovely day?
" asked the Grasshopper.
"I am collecting food for winter, " answered the Ant.
But the Grasshopper didn't like the idea .
Heliked to play, to dance and to sing.
Soon winter came .
There was a lot of snow.
The Grasshopper had nofood.
He was very hungry.
So, he went to the Ant and asked him for food.
"I woked all summer to collect my food, " said the Ant.
"What did you do ?
" "I did a lot of things , " answered the Grasshopper.
"I danced, I played, if you dance and play in summer and if you do not work, you have no food in winter, " answered the Ant.
Переведите текст на русский язык, пожалуйстаTHE FIRE ON THE HILLLong, long ago there was a lake of cold water in Kenya?
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THE FIRE ON THE HILL
Long, long ago there was a lake of cold water in Kenya.
Many animals came at night to the lake to drink some water.
But people never came to the lake at night : the animals could kill and eat them.
Now, a rich man who had a beautiful daughter once said : „The young man, who will go to the lake in the evening and stay in the cold water till morning, will have my daughter for his wife.
”
There lived a poor young man who loved the rich man’s daughter very much.
He said to his mother, „I shall try to stay all night in the lake and then marry my dear girl”.
„No, no”, the mother said, „you are my only son!
”. The water in the lake is very cold, and the animals will eat you up.
Don’t go there!
” She cried and cried, but her son said : „Mother, don’t cry, I must try.
I love her so much!
”
So the young man went to the girl’s father.
He told him that he wanted to go to the lake and stay in the cold water all night.
The rich man sent his servants to the place where they could watch the young man.
When night carne, the young man went to the lake and his mother followed him, but he didn’t see her.
There was a hill forty paces away from the place where the young man went into the water.
The woman climbed up the hill and made up a fire there.
The wild animals saw the fire and were afraid to go near that place.
The young man saw the fire too.
He understood that his mother was there.
He thought of his mother’s love, and it was easier for him to stay all night in the very cold water.
Morning came.
The young man went to the rich man’s house.
The rich man saw him and said, „My servants say that there was a fire on the hill forty paces from the lake.
It warmed you and that is why you could stay all night in the water.
So you can’t marry my daughter.
Good - bye”.
The young man was very angry.
He went to the judge.
“Well”,
the judge said, „this is a very simple case”.
The next morning the young man with his mother and the rich man with his servants came before the judge.
There were many people there who wanted to hear the case.
The judge asked for a pot of cold water.
Then he walked forty paces from the pot and made a fire.
„Now”, he said, „we shall wait a little until the water is warm”.
The people cried : „But the fire is so far away, it can’t warm the water in the pot”.
Then the judge said : „How could that young man warm himself at a fire forty paces away?
”
So the case was over, and the young man married the rich man’s daughter.
They lived happily for many years.
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- Он был знаменит?
- спросила Водяная Крыса.
- Нет, - ответила Коноплянка.
- Я не думаю, что он был знаменит, но у него было доброе сердце и веселое, круглое, добродушное лицо.
Он жил в небольшом домике, сам по себе, и каждый день он работал в своем саду.
В всей деревне не было столь прекрасного сада, как у него.
Разные цветы росли в нем, и они расцветали и отцветали, так что всегда были красивые цветы, на которые можно было смотреть.
У Ганса было много друзей, но самым преданным другом из всех был большой Хью, Мельник.
Действительно, так предан был богач - мельник Гансу, что он никогда не пойдет мимо его сада, не набив карманы сливами и яблоками, если это был сезон фруктов.
- Настоящие друзья должны иметь все общее, - говорил мельник, - и маленький Ганс кивал и улыбался, и чувствовал себя очень гордым тем, что у него есть друг с такими благородными идеями.
Иногда, действительно, соседи думали, что это было странно, но богатый мельник никогда не давал маленькому Гансу ничего в ответ, хотя у него было сто мешков муки на его заводе, и шесть коров, и много овец ; но Ганс никогда не утруждал свою голову такими вещами, и ничего не давало ему большего удовольствия, чем слушать все замечательные вещи, которые мельник говорил о бескорыстии истинной дружбы.
Так маленький Ганс работал в своем саду.
Весной, летом и осенью он был очень счастлив, но когда наступала зима, и у него не было ни фруктов, ни цветов, чтобы отнести их на рынок, он много страдал от холода и голода, и ему часто приходилось ложиться спать без ужина.
Зимой он был очень одинок, так как мельник никогда не приходил к нему.
- Нет никакого блага в моих визитах к Гансу, пока лежит снег", - говорил мельник своей жене, - потому что когда люди в беде, ни один гость не должен их беспокоить.
Это мое представление о дружбе, и я уверен, что я прав.
Так что я подожду, пока придет весна, и тогда я буду навещать его, и он сможет дать мне большую корзину роз, и это сделает его таким счастливым.
- Ты всегда думаешь о других, - ответила его жена, сидя в своем комфортабельном кресле у камина, - действительно, очень ты очень заботливый.
Так приятно слушать, когда ты говоришь о дружбе!