Chapter 20

But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand, and rocks, and snow, the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the

abodes demeure, domicile
morada, domicilio

of men.

"Good morning," he said. He was standing before a garden,

all a-bloom with roses fleuri de roses
lleno de rosas

.

"Good morning," said the roses.

The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.

"Who are you?" he demanded,

thunderstruck stupéfait
estupefacto

.

"We are roses," the roses said.

And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!

"She would be very much

annoyed contrariée
irritada, contrariada

," he said to himself, "if she should see that… She would cough most

dreadfully terriblement, atrocement
atrozmente, tremendamente

, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life--for if I did not do that,

to humble myself also pour m'humilier moi aussi
para humillarme a mí también

, she would really allow herself to die…"

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees-- and one of them perhaps extinct forever… That doesn't make me a very great prince…"

And he lay down in the grass and cried et, couché dans l'herbe, il pleura
y echándose sobre la hierba, lloró

.

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