Inspired by Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince)
There once was a young boy and a beautiful rose. The boy was kind and humble, and could only say "Yes". The rose was proud and haughty, and always сказал(-а) "No."
When the boy had first laid eyes on the rose, he had been entranced by her beauty. He had felt a tug, a tingling in his heart, that he realized was love. And so the boy devoted his life to the rose.
When it rained in the boy's village, he built a shelter for the rose. When there was a drought, he climbed a mountain and fetched buckets of clear spring water for her. When it thundered, he covered her petals with his hands. She was so fragile.
Every day, without exception, the boy would visit the rose for one hour. He would give her water, talk to her, and just sit Далее to her. But the rose never talked to the boy. She would stand there, her petals carefully arranged, her leaves extended with the poise of a queen. Every day, as the час ended and the boy got up to leave, he asked her the same question: "Rose, do Ты need anything else?" And the rose would respond with a curt "No", and turn away. This was all she ever сказал(-а) to the boy.
But the years passed, the boy grew into a man, and the rose's petals began to wilt. And one day, the man did not come to the rose.
The rose waited and waited. He was late, she thought angrily, he had never been late before. The rose decided to punish him: today she would not answer his question.
But when the man finally arrived, he did not water the rose. The rose carefully kept her face turned away from him as she heard his footsteps approaching, but they suddenly stopped.
"Rose?" asked the man. "I have something to ask you."
The rose did not respond.
The man sighed, and continued. "I Любовь you, rose, but Ты have never shown that Ты Любовь me. I have done everything for you, and Ты have never done anything for me. So I have decided that I am going to leave. Do Ты want me to leave?"
The rose still did not respond. But at his words, she felt a jolt in her stomach.
The man was silent. And then he said, "I am going now." His voice shook slightly, but he turned and began to walk away. Suddenly, however, he heard the sound of a single teardrop bursting against the forest floor. The man turned around.
The rose stared at the ground, angry at herself. How could she have let herself lose control? Then, the man spoke.
"Do Ты really want me to leave?"
And the rose, suddenly realizing that somehow, that young boy had worked his way into her heart, answered.
"No."
Her сердце stopped for a moment as the man was silent. Maybe he had really left. And as this idea occurred to her she suddenly realized how big and empty the world was, how small she herself was...
And then the rose heard the man's footsteps. He walked back towards her, and sat down. He did not say anything, and she did not say anything.
But they did not need to say anything. Sitting there, standing there, they did not need words. They were just alive, just reveling in the pulse of the world.
Just a boy and a rose.
There once was a young boy and a beautiful rose. The boy was kind and humble, and could only say "Yes". The rose was proud and haughty, and always сказал(-а) "No."
When the boy had first laid eyes on the rose, he had been entranced by her beauty. He had felt a tug, a tingling in his heart, that he realized was love. And so the boy devoted his life to the rose.
When it rained in the boy's village, he built a shelter for the rose. When there was a drought, he climbed a mountain and fetched buckets of clear spring water for her. When it thundered, he covered her petals with his hands. She was so fragile.
Every day, without exception, the boy would visit the rose for one hour. He would give her water, talk to her, and just sit Далее to her. But the rose never talked to the boy. She would stand there, her petals carefully arranged, her leaves extended with the poise of a queen. Every day, as the час ended and the boy got up to leave, he asked her the same question: "Rose, do Ты need anything else?" And the rose would respond with a curt "No", and turn away. This was all she ever сказал(-а) to the boy.
But the years passed, the boy grew into a man, and the rose's petals began to wilt. And one day, the man did not come to the rose.
The rose waited and waited. He was late, she thought angrily, he had never been late before. The rose decided to punish him: today she would not answer his question.
But when the man finally arrived, he did not water the rose. The rose carefully kept her face turned away from him as she heard his footsteps approaching, but they suddenly stopped.
"Rose?" asked the man. "I have something to ask you."
The rose did not respond.
The man sighed, and continued. "I Любовь you, rose, but Ты have never shown that Ты Любовь me. I have done everything for you, and Ты have never done anything for me. So I have decided that I am going to leave. Do Ты want me to leave?"
The rose still did not respond. But at his words, she felt a jolt in her stomach.
The man was silent. And then he said, "I am going now." His voice shook slightly, but he turned and began to walk away. Suddenly, however, he heard the sound of a single teardrop bursting against the forest floor. The man turned around.
The rose stared at the ground, angry at herself. How could she have let herself lose control? Then, the man spoke.
"Do Ты really want me to leave?"
And the rose, suddenly realizing that somehow, that young boy had worked his way into her heart, answered.
"No."
Her сердце stopped for a moment as the man was silent. Maybe he had really left. And as this idea occurred to her she suddenly realized how big and empty the world was, how small she herself was...
And then the rose heard the man's footsteps. He walked back towards her, and sat down. He did not say anything, and she did not say anything.
But they did not need to say anything. Sitting there, standing there, they did not need words. They were just alive, just reveling in the pulse of the world.
Just a boy and a rose.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I Любовь writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason Ты might think is strange.
Письмо
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use Письмо to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I Любовь writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason Ты might think is strange.
Письмо
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use Письмо to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I Любовь writing.
TOADSTEP PVO
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a куст, буш and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are Ты okay? I didn't think Ты were in Любовь with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought Ты were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a куст, буш and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are Ты okay? I didn't think Ты were in Любовь with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought Ты were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"
"What? New Hampshire?" Hillishia said. "But that's far away." "Nah! You're movie stars! Ты can buy your plane tickets in a snap!" Mr. Higgsten said. The dark and empty stage was very dark and eerie when it was silent. So it was silent as Ponya thought."Well I guess I can squeeze it in. How long will we be there?" Ponya asked. "Just to do some final touches so I'm guessing about a few days." Ponya turned to Hillishia. "It's ok! We can go to New Hampshire and come back in time to see the opening night!" Ponya said. "We'll go!" Hillishia said.......................sorry I had to make the Статья longer............................................... Zaqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq....................