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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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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. And the Giant’s heart melted as he looked out. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him.

He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant.

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But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. 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.

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. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. 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.

It certainly was a marvellous sight.

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. Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. One day gigantw Giant came back. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming.

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He was so small that he could egoisha reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly.

Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down.

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. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden.

The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

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. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none.

It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King’s musicians passing by. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing.

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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 giante the Giant’s neck, and kissed him. But the little boy whom ggigante Giant loved was never seen again.

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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.

And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it.

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And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee? The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, sgoista the trees forgot to blossom. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.

He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. He saw a most wonderful sight.

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In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. 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 every tree that he could see there was a little child. The poor children had now nowhere to play.

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. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.