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ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ด ์ง๋ฌธ์ ๋๋ตํ์ง ์๊ณ ๊ฐ๋จํ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ง ํ๋ค.
But he did not reply to my question. He merely said to me:
โ๋ฌผ์ ๋ง์์๋ ์ข์ ๊ฑฐ์ผโฆโ
โWater may also be good for the heartโฆโ
๊ทธ์ ๋๋ต์ ์์๋ฃ์ง ๋ชปํ์ผ๋ ์ ์์ฝ ์์๋คโฆ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ์์ ๋์ ธ์๋ ์ ๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ผ๋๊น. ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ์ง์ณ ์์๋ค.
I did not understand this answer, but I said nothing. I knew very well that it was impossible to cross-examine him.
๊ทธ๋ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ ์์ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ์ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ์งํค๋ค ๋ค ์ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค.
He was tired. He sat down. I sat down beside him. And, after a little silence, he spoke again:
โ๋ณ๋ค์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์. ๋ณด์ด์ง ์๋ ํ ์ก์ด ๊ฝ์ด ์์ด์โฆโ
โThe stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.โ
๋๋ โ๊ทธ๋ผ!โ ํ๊ณ ๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ๋ ๋ง์์ด ๋ฌ๋น ์๋์ ์ฃผ๋ฆ์ฒ๋ผ ํผ์ณ์ ธ ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ธ๋๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
I replied, โYes, that is so.โ And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.
โ์ฌ๋ง์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ถ์๋ค.
โThe desert is beautiful,โ the little prince added.
๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์ฌ์ค์ด์๋ค. ๋๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋ํด ์๋ค. ๋ชจ๋์ธ ๋ ์์ ์์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์๋๋ค. ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง ์๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๋ฌด์์ธ๊ฐ ์นจ๋ฌต ์์ ๋น๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์๋คโฆ
And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleamsโฆ
โ์ฌ๋ง์ด ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋๊ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ ์ด์งโฆโ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โWhat makes the desert beautiful,โ said the little prince, โis that somewhere it hides a wellโฆโ
๋ฌธ๋ ์ฌ๋ง์ ๊ทธ ์ ๋น๋ก์ด ๊ด์ฑ๊ฐ ์ดํด๋์ ๋๋ ๋๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง ์๋ค. ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์ ๋๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์์ ์ด์๋ค. ์ ์ค์ ์ํ๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์ง ์ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ด ๊ฐ์ถฐ์ ธ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก ์๋ฌด๋ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ ์ฐพ ์๋ผ ์ ์์๊ณ , ์ด์ฉ๋ฉด ์ฐพ์ผ๋ ค ํ์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ๋ ๊ทธ ์ ์ค๋ก ์ง ์ ์ ์ฒด๊ฐ ๋งคํน์ ํฉ์ธ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๋ด ์ง์ ๊ทธ ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์์ด ๋น๋ฐ์ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณ ์์๋คโฆ
I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heartโฆ
โ๊ทธ๋. ์ง์ด๊ฑด ๋ณ์ด๊ฑด ํน์ ์ฌ๋ง์ด๊ฑด ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์๋ฆ๋ต๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋์ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์ง!โ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์์๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค.
โYes,โ I said to the little prince. โThe house, the stars, the desert โ what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!โ
โ์์ ์จ๊ฐ ๋ด ์ฌ์ฐํ๊ณ ์๊ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์ ๊ธฐ๋ป.โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โI am glad,โ he said, โthat you agree with my fox.โ
์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ์ ์ด ๋ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ์ ์๊ณ ๋ค์ ๊ฑท๊ธฐ ์์ํ ๋ค. ๊ฐ๋์ ์ธ ์๊ฐ์ด์๋ค. ๋ง์น ๋ถ์์ง๊ธฐ ์ฌ์ด ์ด๋ค ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ ์๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ๋๋์ด์๋ค. ๋ง์น ์ด ์ง๊ตฌ์๋ ์ด๋ณด๋ค ๋ ๋ถ์์ง๊ธฐ ์ฌ์ด ๊ฒ์ด ์์ ๋ฏํ๋ค.
As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth.
๋ฌ๋น ์๋ ๊ทธ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ์ด๋ง, ๊ทธ ๊ฐ๊ธด ๋, ๋ฐ๋๊ฒฐ์ ๋๋ถ๋ผ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด ๊ป๋ฐ๊ธฐ์ ์ง๋์ง ์์. ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ค์ ํ ๊ฑด ๋์ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์โฆโ
In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself:
์ด์ง ์ด๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ ์ด ๋ณด์ผ ๋ฏ ๋ง ๋ฏ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ๋ด๋น์น๊ณ ์ ์ด ๋๋ ๋ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์ด ์ ๋ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋๋ฅผ ์ดํ ๋ก ๋ชน์ ๊ฐ๋์ํค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฝ ํ ์ก์ด์ ๋ํ ๊ทธ์ ๋ณํจ์๋ ์ฌ๋ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ผ, ์ ๋ค์ด ์ ์ ๋์๋ ๋ฑ๋ถ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์์์ ํ์ค๋ฅด๋ ํ ์ก์ด ์ฅ๋ฏธ ๊ฝ ๋ชจ์ต ๋๋ฌธ์ด์งโฆโ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋์ฑ ๋ ๋ถ์์ง๊ธฐ ์ฌ์ด ์กด์ฌ๋ก ์ฌ๊ฒจ์ก๋ค. ๋ฑ๋ถ ์ ์ด์ฌํ ์ง์ผ์ผ๊ฒ ์ด. ํ ์ค๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋์๋ ๊บผ์ ธ ๋ฒ๋ฆด ํ ๋โฆ
โWhat I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisibleโฆโ As his lips opened slightly with the suspicion of a half-smile, I said to myself, again: โWhat moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower โ the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is asleepโฆโ And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of windโฆ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฑท๋ค๊ฐ ๋ํ ๋ฌด๋ ต ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค.
And, as I walked on so, I found the well, at daybreak.
โ ฉโ ฉโ ค
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โ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๋๋ฌ ๊ธํ์ด์ฐจ๋ก ๊ธฐ์ด๋ค์ด ๊ฐ์ง๋ง ์ ์ ์์ ๋ค์ด ๋ฌด์ผ ์ฐพ๊ณ ์๋์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋ผ. ๊ทธ๋์ ์ด์ฉ ์ค ๋ชฐ๋ผ ์ ์๋ฆฌ ๋ฅผ ๋ฑ ๋ฑ ๋งด๋์งโฆโ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โMen,โ said the little prince, โset 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 roundโฆโ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ์ด์๋ค.
And he added:
โ๊ทธ๋ด ํ์ ์๋๋ฐโฆโ
โIt is not worth the troubleโฆโ
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌํ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ์ฌํ๋ผ ์ฌ๋ง ์ฐ๋ฌผ๋ค๊ณผ ๋ฎ์ ๊ตฌ์์ด ์์๋ค. ์ฌํ๋ผ ์ฐ๋ฌผ๋ค์ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ๋ซ๋ฆฐ ๊ตฌ๋ฉ์ผ ๋ฟ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ๋ง์ ์ฐ๋ฌผ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ๋ง์์ด๋ผ๊ณค ์์๊ธฐ ์ ๋๋ ๊ฟ์ ๊พธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
The well that we had come to was not like the wells of the Sahara. The wells of the Sahara are mere holes dug in the sand. This one was like a well in a village. But there was no village here, and I thought I must be dreamingโฆ
โ์ด์ํ๋ฐ?โ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์์๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์๋ ๊ฒ ์์์. ๋๋ฅด๋๋, ๋๋ ๋ฐ์ด๋, ๋ฐง์ค๋โฆโ
โIt is strange,โ I said to the little prince. โEverything is ready for use: the pulley, the bucket, the ropeโฆโ
๊ทธ๋ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ค์ ์ก์ ๋๋ฅด๋๋ฅผ ๋น๊ฒผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๋ฐ๋์ด ์ค๋ซ๋์ ์ ๋ค์ด ์๋ค ๋ก์ ๋ฐ๋๊ฐ๋น๊ฐ ์ ๊ฑฑ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฏ ๋๋ฅด๋๊ฐ ์๊ฑฑ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค.
He laughed, touched the rope, and set the pulley to working. And the pulley moaned, like an old weathervane which the wind has long since forgotten.
โ์์ ์จ, ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง?โ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ๊นจ์ฐ๋ ๋ ธ๋ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋คโฆโ
โDo you hear?โ said the little prince. โWe have wakened the well, and it is singingโฆโ
๋๋ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ์ ์ฐ๋ ๊ฑธ ์์น ์์๋ค.
I did not want him to tire himself with the rope.
โ๋ด๊ฐ ํ ๊ฒ.โ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ค๊ฒ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์.โ
โLeave it to me,โ I said. โIt is too heavy for you.โ
์ฒ์ฒํ ๋๋ ๋๋ ๋ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฌผ๊ฐ๊น์ง ๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋๋ ๋๋ ๋ฐ์ด ๋์ด์ง์ง ์๊ฒ ์ ์ฌ๋ ค๋์๋ค. ๋ด ๊ท์๋ ๋๋ฅด๋ ๋ ธ๋ซ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ณ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ์์ง๋ ์ถ๋ ์ด๋ ๋ฌผ์์์ ์ถ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํด๊ฐ ๋ณด์๋ค.
I hoisted the bucket slowly to the edge of the well and set it there โ happy, tired as I was, over my achievement. The song of the pulley was still in my ears, and I could see the sunlight shimmer in the still trembling water.
โ์ด ๋ฌผ์ด ๋ง์๊ณ ์ถ์ด.โ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ฌผ ์ข ์คโฆโ
โI am thirsty for this water,โ said the little prince. โGive me some of it to drinkโฆโ
๊ทธ๋์ ๋๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์์ ์ฐพ๊ณ ์์๋์ง ๊นจ๋ฌ์๋ค!
And I understood what he had been looking for.
๋๋ ๋๋ ๋ฐ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ๋ฌผ ์ ๋ง์ จ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋ฌด์จ ์ถ์ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฌ์ฝคํ๋ค. ๊ณผ์ฐ ์ด ๋ฌผ์ ๋ณดํต ์๋ฃ์๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฌด์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๋ณ๋น ์๋์ ๋ฒ์ธ ํ์ง๊ณผ ๋๋ฅด๋๊ฐ ๋ด๋ ๋ ธ๋ซ์๋ฆฌ, ๋ด ๋ ํ๋ก ์ด๋ฃฌ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ์ ์์ฐ์ด์ ๋ค. ๋ง์น ์ ๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ง์์๋ ์ข์ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค.
I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, his eyes closed. It was as sweet as some special festival treat. This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment. Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a present.
์ด๋ฆฐ ์๋ ์์ ์๋ ํฌ๋ฆฌ์ค๋ง์คํธ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ถ๋น๊ณผ ์์ ๋ฏธ์ฌ ์ฑ๊ฐ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์จํํ ๋ฏธ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ ํฌ๋ฆฌ์ค๋ง์ค ์ ๋ฌผ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋น ์ ๋ฐํ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
When I was a little boy, the lights of the Christmas tree, the music of the Midnight Mass, the tenderness of smiling faces, used to make up, so, the radiance of the gifts I received.
์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์์ ์จ๋ณ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํ ์ ์์ ์ฅ๋ฏธ๊ฝ์ ์ค์ฒ ์ก์ด๋ ๊ฐ๊พธ ์ง๋ง ์ ์์์ ์์ ๋ค์ด ์ฐพ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฐพ์๋ด์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์์ดโฆโ
โThe men where you live,โ said the little prince, โraise five thousand roses in the same garden โ and they do not find in it what they are looking for.โ
โ์ฐพ์๋ผ ์ ์๊ณ ๋ง๊ณ โฆโ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ตํ๋ค.
โThey do not find it,โ I replied.
โ๊ทธ๋ ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ฐพ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฅ๋ฏธ ํ ์ก์ด๋ ๋ฌผ ํ ๋ชจ๊ธ์ ์ ์ฐพ์๋ผ ์๋ ์์ดโฆโ
โAnd yet what they are looking for could be found in one single rose, or in a little water.โ
โ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ด์ง.โ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ตํ๋ค.
โYes, that is true,โ I said.
๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋ง๋ถ์๋ค.
And the little prince added:
โํ์ง๋ง ๋์ ๋ณด์ง ๋ชปํด. ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ์ฐพ์์ผ์ง.โ
โBut the eyes are blind. One must look with the heartโฆโ
๋๋ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ง์ ๋ค์๋ค. ์จ์ด ํธํด์ก๋ค. ํด๊ฐ ๋ฐ ๋ฌด๋ ต ๋ชจ ๋๋ ๊ฟ ๋น์ด๋ค. ๋๋ ์ด ๊ฟ ๋น์๋ ํ๋ณตํ๋ค. ๋ฌด์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ดด๋ก์ํด์ผ ํ๋์งโฆ
I had drunk the water. I breathed easily. At sunrise the sand is the color of honey. And that honey color was making me happy, too. What brought me, then, this sense of grief?
โ์ฝ์ ์ง์ผ.โ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋ด๊ฒ ์ด๋ฉฐ์ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ด ์์ ์์ ์์๋ค.
โYou must keep your promise,โ said the little prince, softly, as he sat down beside me once more.
โ๋ฌด์จ ์ฝ์?โ
โWhat promise?โ
โ์ฝ์ํ์์โฆ์ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ง ๋ง์ด์ผโฆ๋ ๊ทธ ๊ฝ์ ์ฑ ์์ด ์์ ์!โ
โYou know โ a muzzle for my sheepโฆ I am responsible for this flowerโฆโ
๋๋ ๋์ถฉ ๊ทธ๋ ค ๋์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ๋ค์ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์ ๊บผ๋๋ค. ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
I took my rough drafts of drawings out of my pocket. The little prince looked them over, and laughed as he said:
โ์์ ์จ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ๋ฐ์ค๋ฐฅ๋๋ฌด๋ ๋ฐฐ์ถ ๋ฎ์์ดโฆโ
โYour baobabs โ they look a little like cabbages.โ
โ์, ๊ทธ๋?โ ๋ฐ์ค๋ฐฅ๋๋ฌด ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ ์ผ์ค๋๋ ๋ ์๋๋๊ฐ!
โOh!โ
I had been so proud of my baobabs!
โ์์ ์จ ์ฌ์ฐ๋ ๋ง์ด์ผโฆ์ด ๊ท ์ข ๋ดโฆ์ฝ๊ฐ ๋ฟ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํ ๊ณ โฆ๋๋ฌด ๊ธธ์ด!โ
โYour fox โ his ears look a little like horns; and they are too long.โ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์๋ค.
And he laughed again.
โ๊ผฌ๋ง์ผ, ์ข ์ฌํ๊ตฌ๋. ์์ด ๋ณด์ด๊ฑฐ๋ ์ ๋ณด์ด๊ฑฐ๋ ํ๋ ๋ณด์ ๋ฑ ๋ง๊ณ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆด ์ค ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค๋๊น.โ
โYou are not fair, little prince,โ I said. โI donโt know how to draw anything except boa constrictors from the outside and boa constrictors from the inside.โ
โ์, ๊ด์ฐฎ์. ์์ด๋ค์ ์์๋ณผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โOh, that will be all right,โ he said, โchildren understand.โ
๋๋ ๊ทธ๋์ ์ฐํ๋ก ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์์๊ฒ ์ฃผ๋ ค๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ๋ฉ์ด ์๋ค.
So then I made a pencil sketch of a muzzle. And as I gave it to him my heart was torn.
โ๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์งโฆโ
โYou have plans that I do not know about,โ I said.
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ด๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ์ง ์์๋ค.
But he did not answer me.
๊ทธ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์์ ์จ ์์ง, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ตฌ์ ๋จ์ด์ง ์งโฆ๋ด์ผ์ด๋ฉด ์ผ ๋ ์ด ์ผโฆโ
He said to me, instead:
โYou know โ my descent to the earthโฆ Tomorrow will be its anniversary.โ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ ์ ๋ง์ด ์๋ค ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ์ด์๋ค.
Then, after a silence, he went on:
โ๋ฐ๋ก ์ด ๊ทผ์ฒ์ ๋จ์ด์ก์๋๋ฐโฆโ
โI came down very near here.โ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณค ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถํ๋ค.
And he flushed.
๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๋๋ค์ ๊น๋ญ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ค์์ด ๋ณต๋ฐ์ณ ์ฌ๋๋ค.
And once again, without understanding why, I had a queer sense of sorrow.
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด์ ๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ฌธ์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ผ ์ฐ์ฐ์ด ์๋์๊ตฌ๋. ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ๋ ์์นจ, ์ฌ๋ ์ฌ๋ ๋ง์์์ ์์ฒ ๋ง์ผ ๋จ์ด์ง ์ด๊ณณ์ ํ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฑท ๊ณ ์์๋ ๊ฒ์ด. ๋ค๊ฐ ๋จ์ด์ง ๊ณณ์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ
One question, however, occurred to me:
โThen it was not by chance that on the morning when I first met you โ a week ago โ you were strolling along like that, all alone, a thousand miles from any inhabited region? You were on the your back to the place where you landed?โ
์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ๋ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถํ๋ค.
The little prince flushed again.
๊ทธ๋์ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ ๋ง๋ถ์ฌ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
And I added, with some hesitancy:
โ์๋ง ์ผ์ฃผ๋ ์ด๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ๊ฒ ์ง? โฆโ
โPerhaps it was because of the anniversary?โ
์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ๋ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌป๋ ๋ง์ ๊ฒฐ์ฝ ๋ ๋ตํ์ง ์์๋ค, ํ์ง๋ง ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค๋ ๋ป ์ ๋๊ฐ?
The little prince flushed once more. He never answered questions โ but when one flushes does that not mean โYesโ?
โ์! ๋ ๋๋ ต๊ตฌ๋โฆโ ๋๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค.
โAh,โ I said to him, โI am a little frightened โ โ
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ตํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค.
But he interrupted me.
โ์์ ์จ๋ ์ด์ ์ผ์ ํด์ผ ํด. ๊ธฐ๊ณ ๊ณ ์น๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ. ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์์ ์จ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด๊ฒ. ๋ด์ผ ์ ๋ ๋ค์ ์โฆโ
โNow you must work. You must return to your engine. I will be waiting for you here. Come back tomorrow eveningโฆโ
ํ์ง๋ง ์์ฌํ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฐ๊ฐ ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ธธ๋ค์ฌ์ง๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธ์ด๋๋ง ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ฆด๊น ์ฐ๋ ค๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋คโฆ
But I was not reassured. I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamedโฆ
โ ฉโ ฉโ ฅ
XXVI
์ฐ๋ฌผ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ก์์ ๋ฌด๋์ ธ ๋ด๋ฆฐ ๋๋ด์ด ์์๋ค. ์ดํฟ๋ ์ ๋ , ์ผ์ ๋ง์น๊ณ ๋์์ค๋๋ฐ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ณด๋ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๊ฐ ๋ค ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋จ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ๊ทธ ์์ ๊ฑธํฐ์์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ ๋ ๋ง์ด ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค.
Beside the well there was the ruin of an old stone wall. When I came back from my work, the next evening, I saw from some distance away my little price sitting on top of a wall, with his feet dangling. And I heard him say:
โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธฐ์ต ์ ๋๋? ์ ํํ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋!โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โThen you donโt remember. This is not the exact spot.โ
๋ค์๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ด ๋๊พธํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๋ ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ตํ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
Another voice must have answered him, for he replied to it:
โ์๋์ผ, ์๋์ผ. ๋ ์ง๋ ๋ง๋๋ฐ ์ฅ์๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์๋๊ฑธโฆโ
โYes, yes! It is the right day, but this is not the place.โ
๋๋ ๋ด๋ฒผ๋ฝ์ ํฅํด ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์๊ณ ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์ง๋ ์์์ง๋ง ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ๋ค์ ๋๊พธํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค.
I continued my walk toward the wall. At no time did I see or hear anyone. The little prince, however, replied once again:
โโฆ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ด์ง. ๋ด ๋ฐ์๊ตญ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ ์ด๋์ ์์๋๋์ง ๋ณด ๋ฉด ์์์. ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์ ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ค๋ ๋ฐค ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒ.โ
โ โ Exactly. You will see where my track begins, in the sand. You have nothing to do but wait for me there. I shall be there tonight.โ
๋๋ ๋ด๋ฒผ๋ฝ์์ ์ด์ญ ๋ฏธํฐ์ฏค ๋จ์ด์ ธ ์์๋๋ฐ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ณผ ์ ์์๋ค.
I was only twenty meters from the wall, and I still saw nothing.
์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ์ ์ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ์งํค๋ค๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ์ด์๋ค.
After a silence the little prince spoke again:
โ๋ค ๋ ์ ์ข์ ๊ฑฐ์ง? ํ์คํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ์ํ๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์๋์ง?โ
โYou have good poison? You are sure that it will not make me suffer too long?โ
๋๋ ์กฐ๋ฐ์ฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์ฐ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋๊น์ง๋ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ธ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์๋ค.
I stopped in my tracks, my heart torn asunder; but still I did not understand.
โ๊ทธ๋ผ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๊ฒ!โ
โNow go away,โ said the little prince. โI want to get down from the wall.โ
๊ทธ๋์ ๋๋ ๋ด๋ฒผ๋ฝ ์๋๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ค ๊ธฐ๊ฒ์ ํ๊ณ ๋ง์ ๋ค! ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์๋ ์ผ์ญ ์ด๋ฉด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ชฐ ๋ ธ๋ ๋ฑ ํ ๋ง ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ฅผ ํฅํด ๋๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๊ณ ์์๋ค.
I dropped my eyes, then, to the foot of the wall โ and I leaped into the air. There before me, facing the little prince, was one of those yellow snakes that take just thirty seconds to bring your life to an end.
๊ถ์ด์ ๊บผ ๋ด๋ ค ํธ์ฃผ๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ๋ค์ง๋ฉฐ ๊ณง์ฅ ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๋ด ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ ๋ฑ์ ๋ถ์๋ ๋ฌผ์ค๊ธฐ ๊บผ์ง๋ฏ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์ค๋ฅด๋ฅด ๋ฏธ๋๋ฌ์ ธ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ด ์ณ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ค ์ฌ์ด๋ก ์ฌ๊ทธ๋จธ๋ ์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค.
Even as I was digging into my pocked to get out my revolver I made a running step back. But, at the noise I made, the snake let himself flow easily across the sand like the dying spray of a fountain, and, in no apparent hurry, disappeared, with a light metallic sound, among the stones.
๋ด๋ฒผ๋ฝ์ ์ด๋ฅธ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋์ฒ๋ผ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ๋ด ์ด๋ฆฐ ์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฒจ์ฐ ํ์ ์์ ์ ์์๋ค.
I reached the wall just in time to catch my little man in my arms; his face was white as snow.
โ๋๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด์ผ? ์ด์ ๋ฑํ๊ณ ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ค ํ๊ณ !โ
โWhat does this mean?โ I demanded. โWhy are you talking with snakes?โ
๋๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ชฉ์ ๋๋ฅด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ ๊ธ๋น ๋จธํ๋ฌ๋ฅผ ํ์ด ์ฃผ ์๋ค. ๊ด์๋์ด๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ ์ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์ ๋จน์ฌ ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ผ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ด. ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๊ฒ!โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ฐํ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณผ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ์ง์งํ๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ณด๋ค ๋ด ๋ชฉ์ ๋ ํ๋ก ๊ปด์์๋ค. ์นด๋น ์์ด์ ๋ง์ ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฐ๋ ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค.
I had loosened the golden muffler that he always wore. I had moistened his temples, and had given him some water to drink. And now I did not dare ask him any more questions. He looked at me very gravely, and put his arms around my neck. I felt his heart beating like the heart of a dying bird, shot with someoneโs rifleโฆ
โ์ ๋ง ๊ธฐ๋ป. ๋นํ๊ธฐ ๊ณ ์ฅ ๋ ๋ฐ๋ฅผ ์์๋์ผ๋. ์์ ์ฌ ์ด ์ ์ง์ ๋์๊ฐ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋คโฆโ
โI am glad that you have found what was the matter with your engine,โ he said. โNow you can go back home โ โ
โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์๋?โ
โHow do you know about that?โ
์ฒ๋ง๋คํ์ผ๋ก ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ฑ๊ณตํ๋ค๊ณ ๋งํด์ฃผ๋ ค๋ ์ฐธ์ธ๋ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค๋!
I was just coming to tell him that my work had been successful, beyond anything that I had dared to hope.
๋ด ๋ฌผ์์๋ ์๋๊ณณ์์ด ์ด๋ฆฐ ์์๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ถ์๋ค.
He made no answer to my question, but he added:
โ๋๋ ์ค๋ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐโฆโ
โI, too, am going back home todayโฆโ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๋ ์ฐ์ธํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค.
Then, sadly โ
โ๋ด ๊ฐ ๊ธธ์ด ํจ์ฌ ๋ ๋ฉ๊ณ โฆํจ์ฌ ๋ ํ๋ค๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ โฆโ
โIt is much fartherโฆ It is much more difficultโฆโ
๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ์ฌ์์ฐฎ์ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์์์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฆฐ์์ด ์๋ฏ์ด ํ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ถ์ก์ ๋ณผ ์๋ ์์ด ๊น์ ๊ตฌ๋ฉ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ณง์ฅ ๋น ์ ธ๋ค์ด ๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ ์๋คโฆ
I realized clearly that something extraordinary was happening. I was holding him close in my arms as if he were a little child; and yet it seemed to me that he was rushing headlong toward an abyss from which I could do nothing to restrain himโฆ
๊ทธ๋ ์ง์งํ ๋๋น์ผ๋ก ์๋ํ ๊ณณ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
His look was very serious, like some one lost far away.
โ๋๋ ์์ ์จ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ค์ค ์์ด ์์ด. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ ์์ ๋ฃ์ด ๋ ์์๋ ์๊ณ . ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ง๋โฆโ
โI have your sheep. And I have the sheepโs box. And I have the muzzleโฆโ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ฐ์์ด๋ฆฐ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค.
And he gave me a sad smile.
๋๋ ์ค๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. ์ ์ฐจ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์ด ๋์์ง๊ณ ์์์ ๋ ๋ ์ ์์๋ค.
I waited a long time. I could see that he was reviving little by little.
โ์์ผ, ๋ฌด์์ ๋ ๊ฒ๋ก๊ตฌ๋โฆโ
โDear little man,โ I said to him, โyou are afraidโฆโ
๋ฌผ๋ก ๋๋ ค์ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค! ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ฉฐ์ ์์๋ค.
He was afraid, there was no doubt about that. But he laughed lightly.
โ์ค๋ ์ ๋ ์ด ๋ ๋ฌด์์ธ๊ฑธโฆโ
โI shall be much more afraid this eveningโฆโ
์ด์ ๋์ดํฌ ์ ์๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ์ค์นํด์ก๋ค. ์ด์ ๋ ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ค์ ๋ค์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ฒฌ๋์ง ๋ชป ํ๋ฆฌ๋ผ ๋ฌธ๋ ๊นจ๋ฌ์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ ์์์ ๋ด๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ง์ ์ ๊ฐ ์ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค.
Once again I felt myself frozen by the sense of something irreparable. And I knew that I could not bear the thought of never hearing that laughter any more. For me, it was like a spring of fresh water in the desert.