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Королевская корова
One boy came up to his mother and said “Draw me a cow. Please!”
But the boy's mom wasn't an ordinary mom. She was the queen! And the boy, of course, was the prince.
“Huh,” thought the queen, “I thought I could do everything. Fireworks for three days - easy! Never mind the fireworks - with a twitch of my finger I could start a war! Or, if I wanted to, a mansion with plumbing and all would emerge where there used to be an empty place! But I can't draw a cow. I just don't have the talent! Should I call the court painter?”
The queen looked at her son and fixed his lopsided lace collar. She gazed into the serious gray eyes of the future king.
And realized: she’ll have to draw. By herself!
The queen sighed and took out a stack of pink paper with a royal monogram. Then she dipped her gold quill into the gold ink and scribbled something that looked somewhat like a suitcase. Then the suitcase grew stick legs and a broom tail.
Now it was time to draw the face. Can you imagine the face of a cow? Well, the queen could not. She had no idea at all! But she courageously shook of the extra ink off of her quill and started drawing the face as best she could: a dot, another dot, a curl… And the ears, she can't forget the ears! And the horns - it is a cow after all…
The suitcase with a happy face wagged its broom tail and munched on a flower. And smiled. Oh how it smiled - from ear to ear!
The queen shrugged shyly and showed the boy her creation. And suddenly, the stern look of the young ruler brightened: “Mommy, mommy! What a wonderful cow! It is just like I wanted… with that kind of smile!
And the young prince was so delighted he jumped on one leg and even turned around on his heel, for he was the only one allowed to turn his back to the queen!
The queen watched him and thought, “That’s my boy. A future king - kind and fair.” She looked at her drawing again and changed her mind: “No, just kind… when he grows up, he’ll remove the royal taxes, the death penalty, dismiss the army… He’ll ruin the kingdom for god's sake! I should definitely be more strict with him…”
And she kissed the boy’s small wet freckled nose.
But the boy's mom wasn't an ordinary mom. She was the queen! And the boy, of course, was the prince.
“Huh,” thought the queen, “I thought I could do everything. Fireworks for three days - easy! Never mind the fireworks - with a twitch of my finger I could start a war! Or, if I wanted to, a mansion with plumbing and all would emerge where there used to be an empty place! But I can't draw a cow. I just don't have the talent! Should I call the court painter?”
The queen looked at her son and fixed his lopsided lace collar. She gazed into the serious gray eyes of the future king.
And realized: she’ll have to draw. By herself!
The queen sighed and took out a stack of pink paper with a royal monogram. Then she dipped her gold quill into the gold ink and scribbled something that looked somewhat like a suitcase. Then the suitcase grew stick legs and a broom tail.
Now it was time to draw the face. Can you imagine the face of a cow? Well, the queen could not. She had no idea at all! But she courageously shook of the extra ink off of her quill and started drawing the face as best she could: a dot, another dot, a curl… And the ears, she can't forget the ears! And the horns - it is a cow after all…
The suitcase with a happy face wagged its broom tail and munched on a flower. And smiled. Oh how it smiled - from ear to ear!
The queen shrugged shyly and showed the boy her creation. And suddenly, the stern look of the young ruler brightened: “Mommy, mommy! What a wonderful cow! It is just like I wanted… with that kind of smile!
And the young prince was so delighted he jumped on one leg and even turned around on his heel, for he was the only one allowed to turn his back to the queen!
The queen watched him and thought, “That’s my boy. A future king - kind and fair.” She looked at her drawing again and changed her mind: “No, just kind… when he grows up, he’ll remove the royal taxes, the death penalty, dismiss the army… He’ll ruin the kingdom for god's sake! I should definitely be more strict with him…”
And she kissed the boy’s small wet freckled nose.
