маленький принц на самом деле сущес

маленький принц на самом деле существовал , он был очень славный , он смеялся и ему хотелось иметь барашка . мы понимаем что такое жизнь. мы конечно смеемся над цифрами и номерами . Я хотел бы начать эту повесть как волшебная сказка. Она начинается так : жил маленький принц . Он жил на планете которая была побольше его самого , и у него не было друга . Я не хочу чтобы мою книжку читали просто ради забавы . Мне очень плохо когда я вспоминаю моего маленького друга . Уже шесть лет как мой друг вместе с барашком меня покинул . Я пытаюсь рассказать о нем чтобы не забыть его . Это очень печально когда забывают друзей . И я боюсь стать таким как взрослые , которым ничего не интересно , кроме цифр . Мой друг никогда мне ничего не объяснял . Может быть он думал что я такой же как он . Может быть я немного похож на взрослых . Наверное я старею

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the little Prince actually existed, it was very nice, he laughed and he wanted to have a lamb. We understand what life is. We of course laugh at the figures and numbers. I would like to start this story as a fairy tale. It begins: the little Prince lived. He lived on a planet that was more himself, and he didn't have a friend. I don't want to have my book read just for fun. I'm very bad when I remember my little friend. For the past six years, as my friend along with lamb me left. I'm trying to tell about it so as not to forget it. It is very sad when forget friends. And I'm afraid become as adults, that nothing interesting except numbers. My friend never explained to me nothing. Maybe he thought I was the same as he. Maybe I'm a bit like the adults. Perhaps I am getting old

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the little prince is actually existed, it was very nice, he was laughing and he wanted to have a lamb. we understand what life is. Of course, we laugh at the figures and numbers. I would like to begin this story like a fairy tale. It begins like this: the little prince lived. He lived on a planet that was more of him, and he had no other. I do not want to read my book just for fun. I am very bad when I think of my little friend. For six years, my friend with the lamb left me. I'm trying to tell him to forget it. It is very sad when friends forget. And I'm afraid to become like adults who are not interested in anything but numbers. My friend I never explained anything. Maybe he thought that I'm the same as him. Maybe I'm a bit like the adults. Maybe I'm getting old

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the little prince actually existed, he was very nice, he laughed and he wanted the lamb. we understand what is life. we of course are on the numbers and numbers. i'd like to start this story like a fairy tale. she begins: lived in the little prince. he lived on a planet that was more his own, and he had no other. i don't want to read my book just for fun. i feel really bad when i think of my little friend. for six years, as my friend, together with барашком left me. i'm trying to tell him not to forget him. it's very frustrating when forgotten friends. and i'm afraid to be like adults, not interested in anything but numbers. my friend never told me nothing. maybe he thought that i like him. maybe i'm a little like adults. i must be getting old.