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Home English Blog: Readers: The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde (Part2)

Home English Blog: Readers: The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde (Part2)

"Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all year round." The snow covered up the grass with her great white blanket, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. I have roared all day about the garden, and blew and blew. "This is a delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail to come and visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle until he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in gray, and his breath was like ice.
"I can not understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold, white garden . "I hope there will be a change in weather".

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruits to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she did not give any. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about the trees.
One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when I heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ear that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really just a little bird singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind stopped roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open window. "I believe the Spring has come at last." Said the Giant, and jumped out of bed and looked out. What did he see?

"I do not understand why it takes so long for spring to come," said the selfish Giant as he sat at the window and looked out of his cold, white garden. "I hope there is a change of time." Spring never came, nor summer either. Autumn brought golden fruit to all the gardens, but the Giant's garden did not give any. "It's too selfish," he said. So there it was always winter and the North Wind, the Hail, the Ice and the Snow danced in the middle of the trees. One morning, the Giant was lying on his bed, awake, when he heard some delicious music. It sounded so sweet to his ear that he thought they must be the king's musicians passing by. It was really just a little bird singing outside his window, but it had been so long since he'd heard a bird singing outside the window, but it had been so long since he'd heard a bird in his garden that he thought the most beautiful world. Then the hail stopped dancing on his head and the North Wind ceased to roar, and a delightful scent reached him through the open window.

"I think spring is finally here," he said. the Giant, and jumped out of bed and looked out. What did you see?

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