Part3 Chapter 1And now it was only four days before he would be back in that same village. He was excited, and at the same time uneasy: maybe the girl had already forgotten him. Lots of shepherds passed through, selling their wool."It doesn't matter,
Read more…Part1 Chapter 1The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood.He decided to spen
Read more…The Brazilian author PAULO COELHO was born in 1947 in the city of Rio de Janeiro. Before dedicating his life completely to literature, he worked as theatre director and actor, lyricist and journalist.Coelho wrote song lyrics for many famous performer
Read more…carefree adjective/ˈkeə.friː/ /ˈker-/ adjhaving no problems or not being worried about anythingI remember my carefree student days.dawn verb ( BEGIN )/dɔːn/ /dɑːn/ v [I]If a day or period of time dawns, it beginsHe left the house just as the day was
Read more…Part4 Chapter 1"People from all over the world have passed through this village, son," said his father. "They come in search of new things, but when they leave they are basically the same people they were when they arrived. They climb the mountain to
Read more…Dusk dusk noun/dʌsk/ n [U]the time before night when it is not yet darkAs dusk fell, bats began to fly between the trees.herd noun/hɜːd/ /hɝːd/ n [C + singular or plural verb]•a large group of animals of the same type that live and feed togethera her
Read more…flowing adjective ( SMOOTH AND CONTINUOUS )/ˈfləʊ.ɪŋ/ /ˈfloʊ-/ adjproduced in a smooth, continuous or relaxed styleflowing movements/linesI thought I recognized your flowing script.vague adjective/veɪg/ adj•not clearly expressed, known, described or
Read more…Beside the well there was the ruin of an old stone wall. When I cameback from my work, the next evening, I saw from some distance away mylittle price sitting on top of a wall, with his feet dangling. And Iheard him say:
"Then you don't remember. This
Read more…It was now the eighth day since I had had my accident in the desert, andI had listened to the story of the merchant as I was drinking the lastdrop of my water supply.
"Ah," I said to the little prince, "these memories of yours are very charming; but I
Read more…And now six years have already gone by...
I have never yet told this story. The companions who met me on my return were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I told them:"I am tired."
Now my sorrow is comforted a little. That is to say-- not ent
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/dɑːn/ n [plural for/ˈwɪr.i/ v in serious writing, or for communicating with people in a serious or polite way.">formal"Men," said the little prince, "set out on their way in express trains,
but they do not know what they are looking for. Then they rush about,
and get excited, and turn round and round..."
And he added:
"It is not worth the trouble..."
The well that w
"Good morning," said the little prince.
"Good morning," said the merchant.
This was a merchant who sold pills that had been invented to quench thirst. You need only swallow one pill a week, and you would feel noneed of anything to drink.
"Why are you se
Read more…When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wanders a little from the truth. I have not been altogether honest in what I have told you about the lamplighters. And I realize that I run the risk of giving a false idea of our planet to those who do no
Read more…It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the litt
Read more…The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one flower. It was a flower with three petals, a flower of no account at all."Good morning," said the little prince."Good morning," said the flower."Where are the men?" the little prince asked, p
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