Little John was an infant prodigy. When he was 7 he went to school; his

knowledge and talent were amazing. From year to year his great mind was

developing at a rare bat. He passed every single exam perfectly. Some people

were jealous, the others were ironical. John hated them. They teased him and

often restored to fisticuffs. One day when he was on the way back home he met

them in the park. Blown up by vulgar words, kicked and beaten... but that was

not all. There were toll-bars in his hands. they volleyed stones at him. Two

stones caught him on his temple, one on his eye. He streamed with blood. His

eyeball moved backward for a few centimetres. The guilty ones escaped.