EL GIGANTE EGOISTA OSCAR WILDE PDF

El Gigante Egoista [Oscar Wilde] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. The selfish giant refuses to let the children into his beautiful garden. El gigante egoista. Front Cover. Oscar Wilde El Gigante Egoista / The Selfish Giant · Oscar Wilde No preview available – QR code for El gigante egoista. Obras de Oscar Wilde El secreto de la vida, importancia de ser socialista, El niño estrella, La importancia de discutirlo todo, El gigante egoísta.

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It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. When he arrived wikde saw the children playing in the garden. 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. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and gigsnte he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go.

The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde – El gigante egoísta

They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Fl garden. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his oscarr, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them.

He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. He saw a most wonderful sight. 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.

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Gigantw branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved. 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 poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it.

One day the Giant came back. And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 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.

In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite ggigante with lovely white blossoms. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter.

The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child.

El Gigante Egoista

Here and there over the wwilde 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. 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.

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The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 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 certainly was a marvellous sight. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The poor children had now nowhere to play. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none.

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. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee?

The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost.