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A Christmas Carol | Progressive Translation Books for Italian A1 Learners

A Christmas Carol | Progressive Translation Books for Italian A1 Learners

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STAVEONE.
MARLEY’SGHOST.
Marleywas
morto
dead:
tobeginwith.
Thereis
non
nodoubtwhateveraboutthat.
Il
Theregisterofhisburialwas
firmato
signedbytheclergyman,theclerk,
il
theundertaker,andthechiefmourner.
Scrooge
firmato
signedit:
andScrooge’snamewas
buono
goodupon’Change,foranythinghechoseto
mettere
puthishandto.
OldMarleywasas
morto
deadasadoor-nail.
Mind!
Idon’tmeantosaythatI
sapere
know,ofmyownknowledge,whatthereisparticularly
morto
deadaboutadoor-nail.
I
potuto
mighthavebeeninclined,myself,toregard
una
acoffin-nailasthedeadestpieceofironmongeryin
il
thetrade.
Butthewisdomofourancestorsisin
la
thesimile;
andmyunhallowedhandsshallnotdisturb
lo
it,ortheCountry’sdonefor.
You
era
willthereforepermitmetorepeat,emphatically,
che
thatMarleywasasdeadas
un
adoor-nail.
Scroogeknewhewas
morto
dead?
Ofcoursehedid.
Come
Howcoulditbeotherwise?
Scrooge
e
andhewerepartnersforIdon’t
so
knowhowmanyyears.
Scroogewashissoleexecutor,hissoleadministrator,hissoleassign,hissoleresiduarylegatee,hissole
amico
friend,andsolemourner.
AndevenScroogewasnotsodreadfully
tagliato
cutupbythesadevent,
ma
butthathewasanexcellent
uomo
manofbusinessonthevery
giorno
dayofthefuneral,andsolemniseditwith
un
anundoubtedbargain.
ThementionofMarley’sfuneralbringsmebackto
la
thepointIstartedfrom.
Thereis
non
nodoubtthatMarleywas
morto
dead.
Thismustbedistinctly
compreso
understood,ornothingwonderfulcancomeofthe
storia
storyIamgoingtorelate.
Se
IfwewerenotperfectlyconvincedthatHamlet’s
Padre
Fatherdiedbeforetheplaybegan,
ci
therewouldbenothingmoreremarkableinhistakingastrollatnight,inaneasterlywind,uponhisownramparts,than
ci
therewouldbeinany
altro
othermiddle-agedgentlemanrashlyturningout
dopo
afterdarkinabreezyspot—saySaintPaul’sChurchyardforinstance—literallytoastonishhisson’sweak
mente
mind.
Scroogeneverpaintedout
Vecchio
OldMarley’sname.
Thereit
stava
stood,yearsafterwards,abovethewarehouse
porta
door:
ScroogeandMarley.
ThefirmwasknownasScrooge
e
andMarley.
Sometimespeoplenewtothebusiness
chiamavano
calledScroogeScrooge,andsometimesMarley,
ma
butheansweredtobothnames.
Itwas
tutto
allthesametohim.
Oh!
Ma
Buthewasatight-fisted
mano
handatthegrindstone,Scrooge!
asqueezing,wrenching,grasping,scraping,clutching,covetous,
vecchio
oldsinner!
Hardandsharpasflint,from
cui
whichnosteelhadeverstruckoutgenerous
fuoco
fire;
secret,andself-contained,andsolitaryas
un
anoyster.
Thecoldwithinhimfrozehisoldfeatures,nippedhispointednose,shrivelledhischeek,stiffenedhisgait;
reso
madehiseyesred,histhinlipsblue;
e
andspokeoutshrewdlyinhisgratingvoice.
Una
Afrostyrimewasonhis
testa
head,andonhiseyebrows,
e
andhiswirychin.
Hecarriedhisownlowtemperature
sempre
alwaysaboutwithhim;
heicedhis
ufficio
officeinthedog-days;
anddidn’tthawit
un
onedegreeatChristmas.
Externalheat
e
andcoldhadlittleinfluenceonScrooge.
Nessun
Nowarmthcouldwarm,nowintryweatherchill
lo
him.
Nowindthatblewwasbittererthan
lui
he,nofallingsnowwas
più
moreintentuponitspurpose,
nessun
nopeltingrainlessopentoentreaty.
Foulweatherdidn’t
sapeva
knowwheretohavehim.
Theheaviestrain,
e
andsnow,andhail,andsleet,couldboastoftheadvantageoverhimin
solo
onlyonerespect.
Theyoften“camedown”handsomely,
e
andScroogeneverdid.
Nobodyever
fermato
stoppedhiminthestreettosay,withgladsomelooks,“My
caro
dearScrooge,howareyou?
Quando
Whenwillyoucometoseeme?”
Nessun
Nobeggarsimploredhimtobestowatrifle,
nessun
nochildrenaskedhimwhatitwaso’clock,
nessun
nomanorwomanever
volta
onceinallhislifeinquiredthe
strada
waytosuchandsucha
luogo
place,ofScrooge.
Eventheblindmen’sdogsappearedtoknowhim;
e
andwhentheysawhimcomingon,wouldtugtheirownersintodoorways
e
andupcourts;
andthen
è
wouldwagtheirtailsasthoughthey
dicessero
said,“Noeyeatallis
meglio
betterthananevileye,darkmaster!”
Ma
ButwhatdidScroogecare!
Itwasthevery
cosa
thingheliked.
Toedgehis
strada
wayalongthecrowdedpathsof
vita
life,warningallhumansympathyto
mantenere
keepitsdistance,waswhattheknowingones
chiamano
call“nuts”toScrooge.
Onceupon
una
atime—ofallthegooddaysintheyear,onChristmasEve—oldScroogesatbusyinhiscounting-house.
Itwas
freddo
cold,bleak,bitingweather:
foggywithal:
e
andhecouldhearthepeopleinthecourt
fuori
outside,gowheezingupand
giù
down,beatingtheirhandsupontheirbreasts,
e
andstampingtheirfeetuponthepavementstonestowarmthem.
The
città
cityclockshadonlyjustgone
tre
three,butitwasquitedarkalready—it
avevano
hadnotbeenlightallday—andcandleswereflaringinthewindowsoftheneighbouringoffices,
come
likeruddysmearsuponthepalpablebrownair.
Thefogcamepouringinat
ogni
everychinkandkeyhole,andwassodensewithout,
che
thatalthoughthecourtwasofthenarrowest,thehousesoppositeweremerephantoms.
To
vedere
seethedingycloudcomedroopingdown,obscuring
tutto
everything,onemighthavethought
che
thatNaturelivedhardby,
e
andwasbrewingonalargescale.
The
porta
doorofScrooge’scounting-housewasopenthathe
potesse
mightkeephiseyeuponhisclerk,whoin
una
adismallittlecellbeyond,
una
asortoftank,wascopyingletters.
Scrooge
aveva
hadaverysmallfire,
ma
buttheclerk’sfirewassoverymuchsmaller
che
thatitlookedlikeonecoal.
Ma
Buthecouldn’treplenishit,forScrooge
teneva
keptthecoal-boxinhisownroom;
e
andsosurelyastheclerkcameinwiththeshovel,the
padrone
masterpredictedthatitwouldbenecessaryforthemtopart.
Wherefore
la
theclerkputonhiswhitecomforter,
e
andtriedtowarmhimselfat
la
thecandle;
inwhicheffort,notbeinga
uomo
manofastrongimagination,hefailed.
“AmerryChristmas,
zio
uncle!
Godsaveyou!”
cried
una
acheerfulvoice.
ItwasthevoiceofScrooge’snephew,who
venuto
cameuponhimsoquicklythat
questa
thiswasthefirstintimationhehadofhisapproach.
“Bah!”
detto
saidScrooge,“Humbug!”
Hehadsoheatedhimselfwithrapid
camminando
walkinginthefogandfrost,
questo
thisnephewofScrooge’s,thathewas
tutto
allinaglow;
his
viso
facewasruddyandhandsome;
hiseyessparkled,
e
andhisbreathsmokedagain.
“Christmas
un
ahumbug,uncle!”
saidScrooge’snephew.
“Youdon’t
dici
meanthat,Iamsure?”
“Ido,”
disse
saidScrooge.
“MerryChristmas!
What
diritto
righthaveyoutobemerry?
What
ragione
reasonhaveyoutobemerry?
You’re
povero
poorenough.”
“Come,then,”returned
il
thenephewgaily.
“Whatright
hai
haveyoutobedismal?
What
ragione
reasonhaveyoutobemorose?
You’rerichenough.”
Scrooge
avendo
havingnobetteranswerreadyonthespurofthemoment,
disse
said,“Bah!”
again;
andfolloweditupwith“Humbug.”
“Don’tbecross,uncle!”
detto
saidthenephew.
“WhatelsecanIbe,”returnedthe
zio
uncle,“whenIliveinsuch
un
aworldoffoolsasthis?
MerryChristmas!
Fuori
OutuponmerryChristmas!
What’sChristmas
tempo
timetoyoubuta
tempo
timeforpayingbillswithout
soldi
money;
atimeforfindingyourselfa
anno
yearolder,butnotanhourricher;
a
tempo
timeforbalancingyourbooks
e
andhavingeveryitemin’emthrougharounddozenofmonthspresenteddead
contro
againstyou?
IfIcouldworkmywill,”
disse
saidScroogeindignantly,“everyidiot
che
whogoesaboutwith‘MerryChristmas’onhislips,
dovrebbe
shouldbeboiledwithhisownpudding,
e
andburiedwithastakeofholly
attraverso
throughhisheart.
Heshould!”
“Uncle!”
pleaded
il
thenephew.
“Nephew!”
returnedtheunclesternly,“keepChristmasinyourown
modo
way,andletmekeepitinmine.”
“Keepit!”
repeatedScrooge’snephew.
“Butyoudon’t
tieni
keepit.”
“Letmeleaveitalone,then,”
disse
saidScrooge.
“Muchgoodmayit
faccia
doyou!
Muchgoodit
ha
haseverdoneyou!”
“Thereare
molte
manythingsfromwhichI
potuto
mighthavederivedgood,by
cui
whichIhavenotprofited,Idaresay,”returned
il
thenephew.
“Christmasamongtherest.
Ma
ButIamsureIhave
sempre
alwaysthoughtofChristmastime,
quando
whenithascomeround—apartfromthevenerationduetoitssacred
nome
nameandorigin,ifanythingbelongingtoitcanbeapartfromthat—as
un
agoodtime;
akind,forgiving,charitable,pleasant
tempo
time;
theonlytimeIknowof,inthe
lungo
longcalendaroftheyear,whenmen
e
andwomenseembyoneconsentto
aprire
opentheirshut-upheartsfreely,
e
andtothinkofpeoplebelowthemas
se
iftheyreallywerefellow-passengerstothegrave,
e
andnotanotherraceofcreaturesboundon
altri
otherjourneys.
Andtherefore,uncle,
anche se
thoughithasneverput
un
ascrapofgoldorsilverinmypocket,I
credo
believethatithasdoneme
bene
good,andwilldome
bene
good;
andIsay,Godblessit!”
TheclerkintheTankinvoluntarilyapplauded.
Diventando
Becomingimmediatelysensibleoftheimpropriety,hepoked
il
thefire,andextinguishedthelastfrailsparkforever.
“Letme
sentire
hearanothersoundfromyou,”
disse
saidScrooge,“andyou’llkeepyourChristmasby
perdendo
losingyoursituation!
You’requite
un
apowerfulspeaker,sir,”headded,turningtohisnephew.
“Iwonderyoudon’t
vada
gointoParliament.”
“Don’tbeangry,
zio
uncle.
Come!
Dinewithusto-morrow.”
Scrooge
detto
saidthathewouldseehim—yes,indeedhe
fatto
did.
Hewentthewholelengthof
la
theexpression,andsaidthathewould
visto
seehiminthatextremity
primo
first.
“Butwhy?”
criedScrooge’snephew.
“Why?”
“Whydidyougetmarried?”
detto
saidScrooge.
“BecauseIfellinlove.”
“Becauseyoufellinlove!”
growledScrooge,as
se
ifthatweretheonlyone
cosa
thingintheworldmoreridiculousthanamerryChristmas.
“Goodafternoon!”
“Nay,
zio
uncle,butyounevercametoseemebeforethathappened.
Perché
Whygiveitasa
ragione
reasonfornotcomingnow?”
“Goodafternoon,”
disse
saidScrooge.
“Iwantnothingfromyou;
I
chiedo
asknothingofyou;
whycannotwebefriends?”
“Goodafternoon,”
disse
saidScrooge.
“Iamsorry,with
tutto
allmyheart,tofindyousoresolute.
Wehaveneverhadanyquarrel,to
quale
whichIhavebeenaparty.
Ma
ButIhavemadethetrialinhomagetoChristmas,
e
andI’llkeepmyChristmashumourto
il
thelast.
SoAMerryChristmas,uncle!”
“Goodafternoon!”
detto
saidScrooge.
“AndAHappyNewYear!”
“Goodafternoon!”
detto
saidScrooge.
Hisnephewleft
la
theroomwithoutanangry
parola
word,notwithstanding.
Hestoppedat
i
theouterdoortobestow
i
thegreetingsoftheseasonon
i
theclerk,who,coldashewas,waswarmerthanScrooge;
forhereturnedthemcordially.
“There’sanotherfellow,”mutteredScrooge;
che
whooverheardhim:
“myclerk,
di
withfifteenshillingsaweek,
e
andawifeandfamily,
parlano
talkingaboutamerryChristmas.
I’llretiretoBedlam.”
Questo
Thislunatic,inlettingScrooge’snephew
uscire
out,hadlettwoother
persone
peoplein.Theywereportlygentlemen,pleasanttobehold,
e
andnowstood,withtheirhatsoff,inScrooge’soffice.
They
avevano
hadbooksandpapersintheirhands,
e
andbowedtohim.
“Scrooge
e
andMarley’s,Ibelieve,”said
uno
oneofthegentlemen,referringtohislist.
“HaveI
il
thepleasureofaddressingMr.Scrooge,
o
orMr.Marley?”
“Mr.
Marleyhasbeen
morto
deadthesesevenyears,”Scroogereplied.
“He
morto
diedsevenyearsago,thisverynight.”
“Wehavenodoubthisliberalityiswellrepresentedbyhissurvivingpartner,”
detto
saidthegentleman,presentinghiscredentials.
Itcertainlywas;
fortheyhadbeen
due
twokindredspirits.
Attheominous
parola
word“liberality,”Scroogefrowned,andshookhis
testa
head,andhandedthecredentialsback.
“At
questo
thisfestiveseasonoftheyear,Mr.Scrooge,”
disse
saidthegentleman,takingup
una
apen,“itismorethanusuallydesirablethatweshould
facciamo
makesomeslightprovisionforthePoor
e
anddestitute,whosuffergreatlyatthepresenttime.
Molte
Manythousandsareinwantofcommonnecessaries;
hundredsofthousandsareinwantofcommoncomforts,sir.”
“Are
ci
therenoprisons?”
askedScrooge.
“Plentyofprisons,”
disse
saidthegentleman,layingdownthepen
di nuovo
again.
“AndtheUnionworkhouses?”
demandedScrooge.
“Arethey
ancora
stillinoperation?”
“Theyare.
Still,”returned
il
thegentleman,“IwishIcould
dire
saytheywerenot.”
“TheTreadmill
e
andthePoorLawarein
pieno
fullvigour,then?”
saidScrooge.
“Bothverybusy,sir.”
“Oh!
Iwasafraid,fromwhatyou
detto
saidatfirst,thatsomethinghadoccurredtostopthemintheirusefulcourse,”
detto
saidScrooge.
“I’mverygladtohearit.”
“Under
il
theimpressionthattheyscarcelyfurnishChristiancheerof
mente
mindorbodytothemultitude,”returned
il
thegentleman,“afewofusareendeavouringtoraise
un
afundtobuythePoorsomemeat
e
anddrink,andmeansofwarmth.
Wechoose
questo
thistime,becauseitis
un
atime,ofallothers,whenWantiskeenly
sentito
felt,andAbundancerejoices.
WhatshallIputyoudownfor?”
“Nothing!”
Scroogereplied.
“Youwishtobeanonymous?”
“Iwishtobe
lasciato
leftalone,”saidScrooge.
“Sinceyou
chiedete
askmewhatIwish,gentlemen,
che
thatismyanswer.