que la beaut�, Avril tourne l� dos a Janvier.
La beaut� est parfaite,
La beaut� peut tout,
La beaut� est la seule chose qui n’existe p�s a demi.
Le corbeau ne vole que l� jour,
Le hibou ne vole que la nuit,
Le cygne vole la nuit et l� jour.
One morning, on awaking, she saw on her window two vases filled with flowers. One was a very beautiful and very brilliant but cracked vase of glass. It had allowed the water with which it had been filled to escape, and the flowers which it contained were withered. The other was an earthenware pot, coarse and common, but which had preserved all its water, and its flowers remained fresh and crimson.
