Ihave a friend called edward. we became friends last summer when we were spending our holidays at the seaside together. we lived on a small island in a little fishermen's settlement. you could reach the island only by boat. i lived with a family of a seaman who cared only for the sea, ships and voyages. - i have known your friend ed for so many years. my host often told me. he is very popular with our people. i mean, wherever he goes, something special happens to him. tell me some stories about ed. - i asked. - ok, listen. they are fun. here is one of his stories. edward started to draw pictures when he was three, and by the time he was five his parents were selling his pictures as they were excellent indeed. this boy is going to become famous. when he is older and then we will sell his pictures for a lot more money than we pay for them. - people said. edward drew different things but whatever he drew he always let nearly half of the page empty. it is very clever. - everybody said. nobody else does it. edward worked hard and besides he liked to draw. one day the tailor who lived not far from them bought one of his pictures. the upper part of the picture was empty. - tell me,ed. - asked the tailor. why do you always leave the upper part of your pictures empty? and not the opposite one. - because i'm small. - said ed. i can't reach it. перевидите на !
