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The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde – El gigante egoísta
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring.
In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it.
It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music.
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He saw a most wonderful sight. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. It certainly was a marvellous sight. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit.
The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee?
They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble.
One day the Giant came back. Suddenly he rubbed his eyes gigantee wonder, and looked and looked. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle.
The poor children had now nowhere to play. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his rgoista, and put him up into the tree.
But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he egoisga heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. The birds did not care to sing in it as egoita were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. The birds were flying about and twittering with wildee, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
Wilxe 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. 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. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he ooscar it must be the King’s musicians passing by.
I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children’s playground for ever and ever.
The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that giganye children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden.
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Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go.
In every tree that he could see there was a little child. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. 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.
Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
And the Giant’s heart melted as he looked out. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. 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. 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.
And when the people were gong to market at twelve o’clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down.
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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.
Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his wlide little friend, and often spoke of him.
Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant.