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The Parable of Oscar Wilde “Giant Egoist”
Every day, returning from school, the children, as it was ordained, entered the garden of the Giant to play. It was a big beautiful garden, and the grass there was green and soft.Here and there, like stars, pendants of beautiful flowers peeped out of the grass, and the twelve peach trees that grew in this garden were covered with a delicate pearl-pink color in spring, and in the fall yielded juicy fruits. Birds sat in the trees and sang so sweetly that the children would throw up the games to listen to their singing.
- How nice we are here! - the children shouted joyfully to each other. But one day the Giant returned home. He visited his friend -
Cornish man-eating Giant and stayed with him for seven years. For seven years he managed to talk about everything he wanted to talk about, for he was not too talkative, and then decided to return to his castle, and when he returned, he saw the children who played in his garden.
- What are you doing here? He shouted in a terrible voice, and the children scattered.
“My garden is my garden,” said the Giant, “and this should be clear to everyone, and, of course, I will not allow anyone to play here except myself.”
- And he surrounded his garden with a high wall and nailed the announcement:
ENTRANCE IS ALLOWED.
Violators will be punished.
He was a big egoist, this Giant. Poor children now had nowhere to play.They tried to play on the road, but there were a lot of sharp stones and dust, and they did not like to play there. Now, after school, they usually wandered around the high wall and recalled the beautiful garden that was hidden behind it.
“How nice we were there,” they said to each other. And then Spring came, and small buds and little birds appeared on the trees everywhere, and it was only in the garden of the Giant-Egoist that Winter still remained. The birds did not want to sing their songs there, because there were no children in the garden, and the trees forgot that it was time for them to bloom. Once a pretty little flower looked out of the grass, but saw an ad and was so upset about the children that he immediately hid back in the ground and fell asleep. Only Snow and Frost really liked all that.
“Spring has forgotten to come to this garden,” they exclaimed, “and now we will reign here all year round!” The snow covered the grass with his thick white cloak, and Frost painted all the trees with silver paint. After that, Snow and Frost invited the North Wind to visit, and he flew in. From head to toe he was wrapped in furs and raged all day in the garden and howled in the chimney.
- What a delightful place! Said the North Wind.- We must invite to visit Grad. And then the city appeared. Day after day he knocked on the roof of the castle for hours, until he cut almost all the tiles, and then he rushed around the garden. He was wearing gray clothes, and his breath was icy.
“I don’t understand why Spring is so late, it’s time to come,” said the Egoist Giant, sitting by the window and glancing at his cold, white garden.
- I hope the weather will change soon.
But Spring never came, and Leto did not come. Autumn brought golden fruit to every garden, but did not even look into the Giant's garden.
“He’s too big an egoist,” Autumn said. And in the garden of the Giant there was always Winter, and only the North Wind and Snow, Hail and Frost danced and circled between the trees.
One day the Giant, having woken up in his bed, heard delicate music. This music seemed so sweet to him that he wondered if the royal musicians were walking past his castle. In fact, it was just a little linnet that started to sing under his window, but the Giant hadn’t heard the birds singing in his garden for so long that the chabbled tongue seemed to him the most beautiful music in the world. And then the Hail ceased to dance over his head, and the North Wind stopped its howls, and a delicious aroma flew through the windowed window.“Spring must have finally come at last,” said the Giant, jumped out of bed and looked out the window.
And what did he see? He saw a very unusual picture. The children entered the garden through a small hole in the wall and climbed the trees. They sat on all the trees. Wherever the Giant cast a glance - on every tree he saw some child. And the trees were so excited about their return, that they immediately bloomed and stood, gently swaying the branches over the heads of the children. And the birds flew through the garden and chirped with delight, and the flowers looked out from the green grass and smiled. It was a fascinating sight, and only in one corner of the garden was Winter still standing. It was the most secluded corner, and the Giant saw a little boy there. He was so small that he could not reach the branches of the tree and only walked around it and wept bitterly. And the poor tree was still all the way to the top, covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was whirling and whirling above it.
- Climb me, boy! - said Tree and bent branches almost to the ground.
But the boy could not reach them - he was too small. And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out the window. - What I was selfish! - he said.“Now I know why Spring did not want to come to my garden.” I will put this little boy on top of a tree and break the wall, and my garden forever and ever will become a place for children to play. “He really was very upset about what he had done. So he tiptoed down the stairs, quietly opened the front door of his castle and went out into the garden. But as soon as the children saw the Giant, they were so frightened that they immediately rushed scatteringly, and Winter again came to the garden.
Only a little boy did not run away, because his eyes were full of tears, and he did not even notice the appearance of the Giant. A Giant quietly crept up behind him, carefully lifted from the ground and planted on a tree. And the tree immediately bloomed, and birds flocked to it and sang songs, fluttering from branch to branch, and the little boy put his hands on the Giant's neck and kissed it. And then the other children, seeing that the Giant had ceased to be evil, came running back, and with them came Spring.
“Now this garden is yours, children,” said the Giant, and took a big ax and broke the wall. And the residents, heading to the market at noon, saw the Giant, who played with the children in the most beautiful garden in the world.
All day the children played in the garden, and in the evening they approached the Giant to wish him good night.
- And where is your little friend? The Giant asked. “The boy I planted on the tree?” “He especially liked the Giant because he kissed him.”
“We don’t know,” answered the children. - He went somewhere.
- By all means tell him that he will not forget to come here tomorrow, -
said the Giant. But the children answered that they did not know where this boy lived, because they had never seen him before, and then the Giant was very sad. Every day after the lessons, the children came to play with the Giant, but the little boy who was so fond of the Giant never came to the garden again. The giant was now very kind to all the children, but he missed his little friend and often remembered him.
“I wish I could see him!” - now and then the Giant spoke. Year after year, the Giant grew old and decrepit. He could no longer play in the garden and only sat in a deep armchair, looked at the children and their games and admired his garden.
“I have many beautiful flowers,” he said, “but not in the world.”
flowers are more beautiful than children.
Once, on a winter morning, the Giant, dressing, looked out of the window.He now did not feel hostility towards Zima, because he knew that Spring had simply fallen asleep, and that the flowers were resting.
And suddenly he began to rub his eyes and looked at everything and looked out the window, as if he saw a miracle. And his eyes really opened a magic spectacle. In the most secluded corner of the garden stood a tree, completely covered with a delightful white color. Its branches were of pure gold, and silver fruit hung on them, and under the tree stood a little boy who had once fallen in love with the Giant.
Not remembering himself for joy, the Giant ran down the stairs and rushed into the garden. He walked quickly across the grass to the child. But when he came very close, his face turned red with anger, and he asked:
- Who dared to inflict these wounds on you? For on the boy's palms he saw two nails, and on his children's feet there were wounds from two nails, too.
- Who dared to inflict these wounds on you? Cried the Giant. “Tell me, and I will take my big sword and strike the culprit.”
- No! - answered the child. - After all, these wounds spawned love.
- Tell me - who are you? - asked the Giant, and reverent fear seized him, and he fell on his knees before the child. And the child smiled at the Giant said:
“Once you allowed me to play in your garden, and today I will lead you into my garden, which is called Paradise.” And the next day, when the children came running into the garden, they found the Giant dead: he was lying under a tree that was all showered with white.