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Скромный
Modest
Once upon a time, there was a king. An ordinary king, for there were lots. But he knew that he was extraordinary, and he really wanted everyone to know. And so that they would give him an unusual name, but they just called him Ours.
“Have you seen Ours? He wears pink bows on his green pants! Is that really what people wear?” The king was very bothered,
“Why do they care so much about my bows?”
“Ours has done something crazy, have you heard? He stood up in the middle of a meeting, climbed onto a chair and started reciting a poem! It doesn’t make sense and doesn’t rhyme! Strange poems… “
“What’s wrong with poems? “the king asked, frustrated.
“There's something missing in Ours…”
“I’m fed up with you all!” shouted the king, grabbing a bust of his grandfather, George and throwing it to the floor. The bust broke through the floor.
“You can imagine that after Ours threw a bust at Karl (his neighbour downstairs) he began to stutter.
Then the King gave up on everyone and decided not to show his face.
“I think we had a monarch,” the king’s subjects said after a week, concerned.
“Remember how he loved poetry and was so unpredictable?”
“Where is he now?”
“But there was still something special about him…” Now the King couldn’t wait and went out.
“Long live the king!” said everyone. Then the king said,
“Here I am, standing before you. I have two royal hands, two royal legs and a big royal heart.”
Everyone almost cried. Then, they called him Modest.
“At least that,” nodded the king.
Once upon a time, there was a king. An ordinary king, for there were lots. But he knew that he was extraordinary, and he really wanted everyone to know. And so that they would give him an unusual name, but they just called him Ours.
“Have you seen Ours? He wears pink bows on his green pants! Is that really what people wear?” The king was very bothered,
“Why do they care so much about my bows?”
“Ours has done something crazy, have you heard? He stood up in the middle of a meeting, climbed onto a chair and started reciting a poem! It doesn’t make sense and doesn’t rhyme! Strange poems… “
“What’s wrong with poems? “the king asked, frustrated.
“There's something missing in Ours…”
“I’m fed up with you all!” shouted the king, grabbing a bust of his grandfather, George and throwing it to the floor. The bust broke through the floor.
“You can imagine that after Ours threw a bust at Karl (his neighbour downstairs) he began to stutter.
Then the King gave up on everyone and decided not to show his face.
“I think we had a monarch,” the king’s subjects said after a week, concerned.
“Remember how he loved poetry and was so unpredictable?”
“Where is he now?”
“But there was still something special about him…” Now the King couldn’t wait and went out.
“Long live the king!” said everyone. Then the king said,
“Here I am, standing before you. I have two royal hands, two royal legs and a big royal heart.”
Everyone almost cried. Then, they called him Modest.
“At least that,” nodded the king.
