I Like Wise People
"It's never too late to learn"
When a new pupil arrived in the music class, all the children burst out laughing.
"You're in the wrong place, granddad!" someone shouted.
"Quiet, children. Meet Mr Boo – I used to teach his children. They grew up a long time ago. Now Mr Boo no longer has to work, and he wants to learn the flute himself," the teacher explained.
"Can old people really learn?" the children asked in surprise.
"It's never too late to learn ," the teacher replied.
To begin with, the children sniggered at Boo, but soon the old man learned to play the flute better than any of them.
Two years went by. Flutist Boo, as they had now begun to call him, was invited to play at lots of concerts, even though he was still just a pupil.
"This year, instead of a final exam, the best pupils will perform in a flute concert in the capital," the teacher announced one day.
"Is Mr Boo coming too?" the children wanted to find out.
"Of course, he's our best pupil. It will be his exam to become a musician. The King will be an honorary guest there. He has prepared the prize for the best musician – a golden flute."
When Boo's turn to play arrived, no one wanted to let him on the stage.
"You're in the wrong place, granddad – this is a competition for pupils!" they told him.
"And I'm a pupil!" the old man replied proudly.
Boo cast a spell over the entire hall when he played. At the end, even the king was on his feet, applauding him.
When Boo was presented with the golden flute, his teacher declared:
"It's never too late to learn."
When a new pupil arrived in the music class, all the children burst out laughing.
"You're in the wrong place, granddad!" someone shouted.
"Quiet, children. Meet Mr Boo – I used to teach his children. They grew up a long time ago. Now Mr Boo no longer has to work, and he wants to learn the flute himself," the teacher explained.
"Can old people really learn?" the children asked in surprise.
"It's never too late to learn ," the teacher replied.
To begin with, the children sniggered at Boo, but soon the old man learned to play the flute better than any of them.
Two years went by. Flutist Boo, as they had now begun to call him, was invited to play at lots of concerts, even though he was still just a pupil.
"This year, instead of a final exam, the best pupils will perform in a flute concert in the capital," the teacher announced one day.
"Is Mr Boo coming too?" the children wanted to find out.
"Of course, he's our best pupil. It will be his exam to become a musician. The King will be an honorary guest there. He has prepared the prize for the best musician – a golden flute."
When Boo's turn to play arrived, no one wanted to let him on the stage.
"You're in the wrong place, granddad – this is a competition for pupils!" they told him.
"And I'm a pupil!" the old man replied proudly.
Boo cast a spell over the entire hall when he played. At the end, even the king was on his feet, applauding him.
When Boo was presented with the golden flute, his teacher declared:
"It's never too late to learn."
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