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So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I hadan accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago.
我就這樣孤獨地生活著，沒有一個能真正談得來的人，一直到六年前在撒哈拉沙漠上發生了那次故障。
Something was broken in my engine.
我的發動機里有個東西損壞了。
And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone.
當時由于我既沒有帶機械師也沒有帶旅客，我就試圖獨自完成這個困難的維修工作。
It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
這對我來說是個生與死的問題。我隨身帶的水只夠飲用一星期。
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation.
第一天晚上我就睡在這遠離人間煙火的大沙漠上。
I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean.
我比大海中伏在小木排上的遇難者還要孤獨得多。
Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise,when I was awakened by an odd little voice.
而在第二天拂曉，當一個奇怪的小聲音叫醒我的時候，你們可以想見我當時是多么吃驚。
It said:"If you please– draw me a sheep!”
這小小的聲音說道：“請你給我畫一只羊，好嗎？”
What!
啊！
Draw me a sheep!
給我畫一只羊…
I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard.
我象是受到驚雷轟擊一般，一下子就站立起來。
I looked carefully all around me.
我使勁地揉了揉眼睛，仔細地看了看。
And I saw a most extraordinary small person,who stood there examining me with great seriousness.
我看見一個十分奇怪的小家伙嚴肅地朝我凝眸望著。
Here you may see the best portrait that, later, I was able to make of him.
這是后來我給他畫出來的最好的一副畫像。
But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.
可是，我的畫當然要比他本人的模樣遜色得多。
That, however, is not my fault.
這不是我的過錯。
The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter’s career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything,
六歲時，大人們使我對我的畫家生涯失去了勇氣，
except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
除了畫過開著肚皮和閉著肚皮的蟒蛇，后來再沒有學過畫。
Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment.
我驚奇地睜大著眼睛看著這突然出現的小家伙。
