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Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him.
The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree.
And when the people were gong to market at twelve o’clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most egoksta garden they had ever seen.
EL GIGANTE EGOISTA – Oscar Wilde-
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee?
It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter.
And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant’s neck, and kissed him.
It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde – El gigante egoísta
But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms. So wide crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
One day the Giant came back.
It certainly was a marvellous sight. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden.
The only people who were pleased were the Snow and widle Frost. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke egosta into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit.
Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. But the Spring never came, nor the Summer.
Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children’s heads.
The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, wilds to the Giant’s garden she gave none.
El Gigante Egoista : Oscar Wilde :
He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used egoiwta stop their games in order to listen to them. And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, ‘You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise. The birds did not ooscar to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to wlide.
So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, sl that the flowers were resting. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And wilee Giant’s heart melted as he looked out. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement.
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One winter morning he looked out iwlde his window as he was dressing. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. The poor children had now nowhere to play. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.