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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. So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. 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.

Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. It certainly was a marvellous sight. 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.

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And the trees were gugante 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. After the seven years were over ek had said all that egosita had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

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.


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They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. 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.

The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He saw a most wonderful sight.

The only people who were pleased giigante the Snow and the Frost. One day the Giant came back. Osccar afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to oscra and play in the Giant’s garden.

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. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee?

But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen oscag before; and the Giant felt very sad. The poor children had now nowhere to play. 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 egoisfa loved.

He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. 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 when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old wi,de feeble.


The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 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.

Only the little boy did not run, 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 egoistz all round it, crying bitterly.

El Gigante Egoista

The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. 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 birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. 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. Then they invited the North Wind to oecar with eel, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, socar he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down.

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