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But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again.

El Gigante Egoista

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. Suddenly efoista rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked.

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. It certainly was a marvellous sight.

Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little wjlde he had loved. But the children said that they did not know where he gigantr, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. Only the little boy did not gogante, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming.

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. One day the Giant came back. 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 when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee? He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about gigane garden, and blew the chimney-pots down.

When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost.

The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. 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.


In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing.

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They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had dl themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms wildd above the children’s egolsta. Once a beautiful flower put its head out osxar the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was wiled sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep.

The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. He saw a most wonderful sight. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. 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.

But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. 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.

So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. It sounded so sweet to his ears that ep thought it must be the King’s musicians passing by. 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. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant.


One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. Then they invited the North Egooista to stay with them, and he came. 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 poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. The poor children had now nowhere to play.

In every tree that he could see there was a little child. 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. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child.

And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. The egiista were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none.

The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde – El gigante egoísta

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it wild standing a little boy.