小米沙和斯大西克坐在园子咀的长椅子上谈话。他们并不像别的孩子那样谈些普通的话,而是你一句来我一句去地说大话,仿佛在那儿争吵谁吹得过谁似的。“你几岁了?”小米沙问。“95岁。你呢?”“我140岁。告诉你,”小米沙说,“从前我很大很大,跟波略叔叔一样,后来变小了。”“我呐,”斯大西克说,“起初身子小,后来长大了,后来又缩小了,现在我马上又要大起 Milosha and Stoswick sit on the bench in the garden Tsui. They do not talk like ordinary children like other children, but you say a word to me to say something, as if there was a quarrel who blew who like. ”How old are you?“ Asked millet sand. ”I am 140. Tell you,“ said Milissa, ”I used to be a lot bigger, like Uncle Polo, and later smaller.“ ”I“ Now, ”Stacy said, " was initially small, then grew up, and later narrowed, and now I have to start again