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A Christmas Carol | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

A Christmas Carol | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

Unlock the potential of this modern translation approach, designed to enhance your language learning experience. By allowing you to choose your difficulty level, it guarantees a personalized challenge that's suited to your progress. This method promotes comprehension by encouraging you to infer the meaning of new words from context, rather than relying heavily on direct translations. Though some translations are obscured to stimulate guessing, it's perfectly fine to consult a dictionary when needed. This technique combines challenge and support, making language learning fun and effective. Explore these translated classics to enjoy literature while advancing your language skills.

STAVEONE.
MARLEY’SGHOST.
Marleywas
mort
dead:
tobeginwith.
Thereis
aucun
nodoubtwhateveraboutthat.
Le
Theregisterofhisburialwas
signé
signedbytheclergyman,theclerk,
le
theundertaker,andthechiefmourner.
Scrooge
signé
signedit:
andScrooge’snamewas
bon
goodupon’Change,foranythinghechoseto
mettre
puthishandto.
OldMarleywasas
mort
deadasadoor-nail.
Mind!
Idon’tmeanto
dire
saythatIknow,ofmy
propre
ownknowledge,whatthereisparticularly
mort
deadaboutadoor-nail.
I
pu
mighthavebeeninclined,myself,toregard
un
acoffin-nailasthedeadestpieceofironmongeryinthetrade.
Mais
Butthewisdomofourancestorsisin
la
thesimile;
andmyunhallowedhandsshallnotdisturbit,
ou
ortheCountry’sdonefor.
Youwillthereforepermitmetorepeat,emphatically,thatMarleywasas
mort
deadasadoor-nail.
Scrooge
savait
knewhewasdead?
Of
sûr
coursehedid.
Howcoulditbeotherwise?
Scrooge
et
andhewerepartnersforIdon’t
sais
knowhowmanyyears.
Scroogewashissoleexecutor,hissoleadministrator,hissoleassign,hissoleresiduarylegatee,hissole
ami
friend,andsolemourner.
And
même
evenScroogewasnotsodreadfully
coupé
cutupbythesadevent,
mais
butthathewasanexcellent
homme
manofbusinessonthevery
jour
dayofthefuneral,andsolemnisedit
avec
withanundoubtedbargain.
ThementionofMarley’sfuneral
ramène
bringsmebacktothe
point
pointIstartedfrom.
Thereis
aucun
nodoubtthatMarleywas
mort
dead.
Thismustbedistinctly
compris
understood,ornothingwonderfulcan
provenir
comeofthestoryIam
vais
goingtorelate.
IfwewerenotperfectlyconvincedthatHamlet’s
Père
Fatherdiedbeforetheplaybegan,
il
therewouldbenothingmoreremarkableinhistakingastrollat
nuit
night,inaneasterlywind,uponhisownramparts,than
il
therewouldbeinany
autre
othermiddle-agedgentlemanrashlyturningout
après
afterdarkinabreezyspot—saySaintPaul’sChurchyardforinstance—literallytoastonishhisson’sweakmind.
Scrooge
jamais
neverpaintedoutOldMarley’s
nom
name.
Thereitstood,yearsafterwards,above
la
thewarehousedoor:
ScroogeandMarley.
Le
ThefirmwasknownasScrooge
et
andMarley.
Sometimespeoplenewto
les
thebusinesscalledScroogeScrooge,
et
andsometimesMarley,buthe
répondait
answeredtobothnames.
Itwasall
la
thesametohim.
Oh!
Mais
Buthewasatight-fisted
main
handatthegrindstone,Scrooge!
un
asqueezing,wrenching,grasping,scraping,clutching,covetous,
vieux
oldsinner!
Hardandsharpasflint,from
dont
whichnosteelhadeverstruckoutgenerous
feu
fire;
secret,andself-contained,andsolitaryas
une
anoyster.
Thecoldwithinhimfrozehis
vieux
oldfeatures,nippedhispointednose,shrivelledhischeek,stiffenedhisgait;
rendu
madehiseyesred,histhinlipsblue;
et
andspokeoutshrewdlyinhisgratingvoice.
Une
Afrostyrimewasonhis
tête
head,andonhiseyebrows,
et
andhiswirychin.
Hecarriedhis
propre
ownlowtemperaturealwaysabout
avec
withhim;
heicedhis
bureau
officeinthedog-days;
anddidn’tthawitonedegreeatChristmas.
Externalheat
et
andcoldhadlittleinfluenceonScrooge.
Aucun
Nowarmthcouldwarm,nowintryweatherchill
le
him.
Nowindthatblewwasbittererthanhe,
aucun
nofallingsnowwasmoreintentuponitspurpose,
aucun
nopeltingrainlessopentoentreaty.
Foulweatherdidn’t
savait
knowwheretohavehim.
La
Theheaviestrain,andsnow,
et
andhail,andsleet,couldboastof
la
theadvantageoverhiminonly
un
onerespect.
Theyoften“camedown”handsomely,
et
andScroogeneverdid.
Nobodyever
arrêté
stoppedhiminthestreetto
dire
say,withgladsomelooks,“My
cher
dearScrooge,howareyou?
Quand
Whenwillyoucometo
voir
seeme?”
Nobeggarsimploredhimtobestow
une
atrifle,nochildrenaskedhimwhatitwaso’clock,
aucun
nomanorwomaneveronceinallhis
vie
lifeinquiredthewayto
tel
suchandsuchaplace,ofScrooge.
Même
Eventheblindmen’sdogsappearedto
connaître
knowhim;
andwhenthey
voyaient
sawhimcomingon,wouldtugtheirownersintodoorways
et
andupcourts;
andthenwouldwagtheirtailsasthoughthey
disaient
said,“Noeyeatallis
mieux
betterthananevileye,darkmaster!”
Mais
ButwhatdidScroogecare!
Itwastheverythinghe
aimait
liked.
Toedgehiswayalongthecrowdedpathsof
vie
life,warningallhumansympathyto
garder
keepitsdistance,waswhattheknowingones
appellent
call“nuts”toScrooge.
Onceupon
une
atime—ofallthegooddaysintheyear,onChristmasEve—oldScroogesatbusyinhiscounting-house.
Itwas
froid
cold,bleak,bitingweather:
foggywithal:
et
andhecouldhearthe
gens
peopleinthecourtoutside,
aller
gowheezingupanddown,
battant
beatingtheirhandsupontheirbreasts,
et
andstampingtheirfeetuponthepavementstonestowarmthem.
The
ville
cityclockshadonlyjustgone
trois
three,butitwasquitedarkalready—it
eu
hadnotbeenlightallday—andcandleswereflaringinthewindowsoftheneighbouringoffices,
comme
likeruddysmearsuponthepalpablebrownair.
Thefog
venu
camepouringinateverychink
et
andkeyhole,andwassodensewithout,
que
thatalthoughthecourtwasofthenarrowest,thehousesoppositeweremerephantoms.
To
voir
seethedingycloudcomedrooping
descendre
down,obscuringeverything,onemighthave
penser
thoughtthatNaturelivedhardby,
et
andwasbrewingonalargescale.
La
ThedoorofScrooge’scounting-housewasopenthathe
puisse
mightkeephiseyeuponhisclerk,whoin
une
adismallittlecellbeyond,
une
asortoftank,wascopyingletters.
Scroogehada
très
verysmallfire,buttheclerk’s
feu
firewassoverymuchsmallerthatit
ressemblait
lookedlikeonecoal.
Buthecouldn’treplenishit,forScrooge
gardait
keptthecoal-boxinhis
propre
ownroom;
andsosurelyastheclerkcamein
avec
withtheshovel,themasterpredictedthatitwouldbenecessaryforthemto
séparent
part.
Whereforetheclerkputonhis
blanc
whitecomforter,andtriedtowarmhimselfatthecandle;
inwhicheffort,notbeing
un
amanofastrongimagination,hefailed.
“AmerryChristmas,
oncle
uncle!
Godsaveyou!”
criedacheerfulvoice.
Itwas
la
thevoiceofScrooge’snephew,who
venu
cameuponhimsoquicklythatthiswas
la
thefirstintimationhehadofhisapproach.
“Bah!”
dit
saidScrooge,“Humbug!”
Hehadsoheatedhimselfwithrapid
marchant
walkinginthefogandfrost,
ce
thisnephewofScrooge’s,thathewas
tout
allinaglow;
his
visage
facewasruddyandhandsome;
hiseyessparkled,
et
andhisbreathsmokedagain.
“Christmas
une
ahumbug,uncle!”
saidScrooge’snephew.
“Youdon’tmeanthat,Iamsure?”
“Ido,”
dit
saidScrooge.
“MerryChristmas!
What
droit
righthaveyoutobemerry?
Whatreasonhaveyoutobemerry?
You’re
pauvre
poorenough.”
“Come,then,”returned
le
thenephewgaily.
“Whatrighthaveyoutobedismal?
Whatreasonhaveyoutobemorose?
You’rerichenough.”
Scroogehaving
pas
nobetteranswerreadyonthespurofthemoment,
dit
said,“Bah!”
again;
andfolloweditup
avec
with“Humbug.”
“Don’tbecross,uncle!”
dit
saidthenephew.
“Whatelse
peux
canIbe,”returnedtheuncle,“whenI
vis
liveinsuchaworldoffoolsasthis?
MerryChristmas!
OutuponmerryChristmas!
What’sChristmas
moment
timetoyoubuta
moment
timeforpayingbillswithout
argent
money;
atimeforfindingyourselfa
an
yearolder,butnotanhourricher;
a
moment
timeforbalancingyourbooks
et
andhavingeveryitemin’em
travers
througharounddozenofmonthspresenteddead
contre
againstyou?
IfIcouldworkmywill,”
dit
saidScroogeindignantly,“everyidiot
qui
whogoesaboutwith‘MerryChristmas’onhislips,
devrait
shouldbeboiledwithhis
propre
ownpudding,andburiedwith
un
astakeofhollythroughhis
cœur
heart.
Heshould!”
“Uncle!”
pleaded
le
thenephew.
“Nephew!”
returnedtheunclesternly,“keepChristmasinyourown
façon
way,andletmekeepitinmine.”
“Keepit!”
repeatedScrooge’snephew.
“Butyoudon’t
gardez
keepit.”
“Letmeleaveit
tranquille
alone,then,”saidScrooge.
“Much
bien
goodmayitdoyou!
Beaucoup
Muchgoodithasever
fait
doneyou!”
“Therearemanythingsfrom
dont
whichImighthavederived
bien
good,bywhichIhavenotprofited,Idaresay,”returned
le
thenephew.
“Christmasamongtherest.
Mais
ButIamsureIhave
toujours
alwaysthoughtofChristmastime,
quand
whenithascomeround—apartfrom
la
thevenerationduetoitssacred
nom
nameandorigin,ifanythingbelongingtoit
peut
canbeapartfromthat—as
un
agoodtime;
akind,forgiving,charitable,pleasant
moment
time;
theonlytimeI
connaisse
knowof,inthelongcalendaroftheyear,whenmen
et
andwomenseembyoneconsentto
ouvrir
opentheirshut-upheartsfreely,
et
andtothinkofpeoplebelowthemasifthey
vraiment
reallywerefellow-passengerstothegrave,
et
andnotanotherraceofcreaturesboundonotherjourneys.
Et
Andtherefore,uncle,thoughithas
jamais
neverputascrapofgold
ou
orsilverinmypocket,I
crois
believethatithasdoneme
bien
good,andwilldome
bien
good;
andIsay,Godblessit!”
Le
TheclerkintheTankinvoluntarilyapplauded.
Devenant
Becomingimmediatelysensibleoftheimpropriety,hepokedthe
feu
fire,andextinguishedthelastfrailsparkforever.
“Letme
entendre
hearanothersoundfromyou,”
dit
saidScrooge,“andyou’llkeepyourChristmasby
perdant
losingyoursituation!
You’requite
un
apowerfulspeaker,sir,”headded,
tournant
turningtohisnephew.
“Iwonderyoudon’tgointoParliament.”
“Don’tbeangry,
oncle
uncle.
Come!
Dinewithusto-morrow.”
Scrooge
dit
saidthathewouldseehim—yes,indeedhe
fait
did.
Hewentthewholelengthoftheexpression,
et
andsaidthathewould
verrait
seehiminthatextremity
premier
first.
“Butwhy?”
criedScrooge’snephew.
“Why?”
“Whydidyougetmarried?”
dit
saidScrooge.
“BecauseIfellinlove.”
“Becauseyou
tombé
fellinlove!”
growledScrooge,as
si
ifthatweretheonlyone
chose
thingintheworldmoreridiculousthanamerryChristmas.
“Goodafternoon!”
“Nay,
oncle
uncle,butyounevercameto
voir
seemebeforethathappened.
Pourquoi
Whygiveitasareasonfornot
venir
comingnow?”
“Goodafternoon,”saidScrooge.
“I
veux
wantnothingfromyou;
I
demande
asknothingofyou;
whycannotwebefriends?”
“Goodafternoon,”
dit
saidScrooge.
“Iamsorry,with
tout
allmyheart,tofindyousoresolute.
We
eu
haveneverhadanyquarrel,to
laquelle
whichIhavebeena
partie
party.
ButIhavemadethetrialinhomagetoChristmas,
et
andI’llkeepmyChristmashumourtothelast.
SoAMerryChristmas,uncle!”
“Goodafternoon!”
dit
saidScrooge.
“AndAHappyNewYear!”
“Goodafternoon!”
dit
saidScrooge.
Hisnephewleft
la
theroomwithoutanangry
mot
word,notwithstanding.
Hestoppedattheouter
porte
doortobestowthegreetingsoftheseasonontheclerk,
qui
who,coldashewas,waswarmerthanScrooge;
forhe
retournés
returnedthemcordially.
“There’sanotherfellow,”mutteredScrooge;
qui
whooverheardhim:
“myclerk,
avec
withfifteenshillingsaweek,
et
andawifeandfamily,
parlant
talkingaboutamerryChristmas.
I’llretiretoBedlam.”
Ce
Thislunatic,inlettingScrooge’snephew
sortir
out,hadlettwoother
personnes
peoplein.Theywereportlygentlemen,pleasanttobehold,
et
andnowstood,withtheirhatsoff,inScrooge’s
bureau
office.
Theyhadbooksandpapersintheirhands,
et
andbowedtohim.
“Scrooge
et
andMarley’s,Ibelieve,”saidoneofthegentlemen,referringtohislist.
“HaveI
le
thepleasureofaddressingMr.Scrooge,
ou
orMr.Marley?”
“Mr.
Marleyhasbeen
mort
deadthesesevenyears,”Scroogereplied.
“He
mort
diedsevenyearsago,thisverynight.”
“Wehave
aucun
nodoubthisliberalityis
bien
wellrepresentedbyhissurvivingpartner,”said
le
thegentleman,presentinghiscredentials.
Itcertainlywas;
fortheyhadbeen
deux
twokindredspirits.
Attheominous
mot
word“liberality,”Scroogefrowned,andshookhis
tête
head,andhandedthecredentialsback.
“At
cette
thisfestiveseasonoftheyear,Mr.Scrooge,”
dit
saidthegentleman,takingup
une
apen,“itismorethanusuallydesirablethatweshould
fassions
makesomeslightprovisionforthe
Pauvres
Pooranddestitute,whosuffergreatlyatthepresenttime.
Manythousandsareinwantofcommonnecessaries;
hundredsofthousandsareinwantofcommoncomforts,sir.”
“Are
il
therenoprisons?”
askedScrooge.
“Plentyofprisons,”
dit
saidthegentleman,layingdownthepen
nouveau
again.
“AndtheUnionworkhouses?”
demandedScrooge.
“Arethey
toujours
stillinoperation?”
“Theyare.
Still,”returned
le
thegentleman,“IwishI
pouvoir
couldsaytheywerenot.”
“TheTreadmill
et
andthePoorLawareinfullvigour,then?”
dit
saidScrooge.
“Bothverybusy,sir.”
“Oh!
Iwas
peur
afraid,fromwhatyousaidatfirst,
que
thatsomethinghadoccurredto
arrêter
stopthemintheirusefulcourse,”
dit
saidScrooge.
“I’mverygladtohearit.”
“UndertheimpressionthattheyscarcelyfurnishChristiancheerofmind
ou
orbodytothemultitude,”returnedthegentleman,“afewofusareendeavouringtoraise
un
afundtobuythe
Pauvres
Poorsomemeatanddrink,
et
andmeansofwarmth.
Wechoose
ce
thistime,becauseitis
un
atime,ofallothers,whenWantiskeenly
ressenti
felt,andAbundancerejoices.
WhatshallI
mets
putyoudownfor?”
“Nothing!”
Scroogereplied.
“You
souhaitez
wishtobeanonymous?”
“I
souhaite
wishtobeleftalone,”
dit
saidScrooge.
“SinceyouaskmewhatI
souhaite
wish,gentlemen,thatismy
réponse
answer.