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A Christmas Carol | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1 Translation Books

A Christmas Carol | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1 Translation Books

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STAVEONE.
MARLEY’SGHOST.
Marleywas
muerto
dead:
tobeginwith.
Thereis
no
nodoubtwhateveraboutthat.
El
Theregisterofhisburialwas
firmado
signedbytheclergyman,theclerk,
el
theundertaker,andthechiefmourner.
Scrooge
firmó
signedit:
andScrooge’snamewas
bueno
goodupon’Change,foranythinghechoseto
poner
puthishandto.
OldMarleywasas
muerto
deadasadoor-nail.
Mind!
Idon’tmeantosaythatI
sepa
know,ofmyownknowledge,what
hay
thereisparticularlydeadabout
un
adoor-nail.
Imighthavebeeninclined,myself,toregard
un
acoffin-nailasthedeadestpieceofironmongeryinthetrade.
Pero
Butthewisdomofourancestorsisin
la
thesimile;
andmyunhallowedhandsshallnotdisturbit,
o
ortheCountry’sdonefor.
Youwillthereforepermitmetorepeat,emphatically,thatMarleywasas
muerto
deadasadoor-nail.
Scrooge
sabía
knewhewasdead?
Of
supuesto
coursehedid.
Howcoulditbeotherwise?
Scrooge
y
andhewerepartnersforIdon’t
sé
knowhowmanyyears.
Scroogewashissoleexecutor,hissoleadministrator,hissoleassign,hissoleresiduarylegatee,hissole
amigo
friend,andsolemourner.
And
siquiera
evenScroogewasnotsodreadfullycutupby
el
thesadevent,butthathewas
un
anexcellentmanofbusinesson
el
theverydayofthefuneral,
y
andsolemniseditwithanundoubtedbargain.
La
ThementionofMarley’sfuneral
trae
bringsmebacktothe
punto
pointIstartedfrom.
Thereis
no
nodoubtthatMarleywas
muerto
dead.
Thismustbedistinctlyunderstood,
o
ornothingwonderfulcancomeof
la
thestoryIamgoingtorelate.
Si
IfwewerenotperfectlyconvincedthatHamlet’s
Padre
Fatherdiedbeforetheplaybegan,therewouldbe
nada
nothingmoreremarkableinhistakingastrollatnight,inaneasterlywind,uponhisownramparts,
de
thantherewouldbein
cualquier
anyothermiddle-agedgentlemanrashlyturningout
después
afterdarkinabreezyspot—saySaintPaul’sChurchyardforinstance—literallytoastonishhisson’sweak
mente
mind.
Scroogeneverpaintedout
Viejo
OldMarley’sname.
Thereitstood,yearsafterwards,above
la
thewarehousedoor:
ScroogeandMarley.
La
ThefirmwasknownasScrooge
y
andMarley.
Sometimespeoplenewtothe
negocio
businesscalledScroogeScrooge,andsometimesMarley,
pero
butheansweredtobothnames.
Itwas
todo
allthesametohim.
Oh!
Pero
Buthewasatight-fisted
mano
handatthegrindstone,Scrooge!
un
asqueezing,wrenching,grasping,scraping,clutching,covetous,
viejo
oldsinner!
Hardandsharpasflint,from
cual
whichnosteelhadeverstruckoutgenerous
fuego
fire;
secret,andself-contained,andsolitaryas
una
anoyster.
Thecoldwithinhimfrozehisoldfeatures,nippedhispointednose,shrivelledhischeek,stiffenedhisgait;
hizo
madehiseyesred,histhinlipsblue;
y
andspokeoutshrewdlyinhisgratingvoice.
Una
Afrostyrimewasonhis
cabeza
head,andonhiseyebrows,
y
andhiswirychin.
Hecarriedhisownlowtemperature
siempre
alwaysaboutwithhim;
heicedhis
oficina
officeinthedog-days;
anddidn’tthawit
un
onedegreeatChristmas.
Externalheat
y
andcoldhadlittleinfluenceonScrooge.
Ningún
Nowarmthcouldwarm,nowintryweatherchillhim.
Ningún
Nowindthatblewwasbittererthan
él
he,nofallingsnowwas
más
moreintentuponitspurpose,
ningún
nopeltingrainlessopentoentreaty.
Foulweatherdidn’t
sabía
knowwheretohavehim.
Theheaviestrain,
y
andsnow,andhail,andsleet,
podían
couldboastoftheadvantage
sobre
overhiminonlyonerespect.
Theyoften“camedown”handsomely,
y
andScroogeneverdid.
Nobodyeverstoppedhimin
la
thestreettosay,withgladsomelooks,“My
querido
dearScrooge,howareyou?
Whenwillyou
vendrás
cometoseeme?”
Nobeggarsimploredhimtobestow
una
atrifle,nochildrenaskedhimwhatitwaso’clock,
ningún
nomanorwomanever
una vez
onceinallhislifeinquired
el
thewaytosuchand
tal
suchaplace,ofScrooge.
Incluso
Eventheblindmen’sdogsappearedtoknowhim;
y
andwhentheysawhim
venir
comingon,wouldtugtheirownersintodoorways
y
andupcourts;
andthen
es
wouldwagtheirtailsasthoughthey
dijeran
said,“Noeyeatallis
mejor
betterthananevileye,darkmaster!”
Pero
ButwhatdidScroogecare!
Itwasthevery
lo
thingheliked.
Toedgehis
camino
wayalongthecrowdedpathsof
vida
life,warningallhumansympathyto
mantuviera
keepitsdistance,waswhattheknowingones
llaman
call“nuts”toScrooge.
Onceupon
una
atime—ofallthegooddaysinthe
año
year,onChristmasEve—oldScroogesatbusyinhiscounting-house.
Itwas
frío
cold,bleak,bitingweather:
foggywithal:
y
andhecouldhearthe
gente
peopleinthecourtoutside,
fuera
gowheezingupanddown,
golpeando
beatingtheirhandsupontheirbreasts,
y
andstampingtheirfeetuponthepavementstonestowarmthem.
The
ciudad
cityclockshadonlyjustgone
tres
three,butitwasquitedarkalready—ithadnotbeen
luz
lightallday—andcandleswereflaringinthewindowsoftheneighbouringoffices,
como
likeruddysmearsuponthepalpablebrown
aire
air.
Thefogcamepouringinat
cada
everychinkandkeyhole,andwassodensewithout,thatalthoughthecourtwasofthenarrowest,thehousesoppositeweremerephantoms.
To
ver
seethedingycloudcomedroopingdown,obscuring
todo
everything,onemighthavethoughtthatNature
vivía
livedhardby,andwasbrewingonalargescale.
La
ThedoorofScrooge’scounting-housewasopenthathe
pudiera
mightkeephiseyeuponhisclerk,whoin
una
adismallittlecellbeyond,
una
asortoftank,wascopyingletters.
Scrooge
tenía
hadaverysmallfire,
pero
buttheclerk’sfirewasso
muy
verymuchsmallerthatitlookedlikeonecoal.
Pero
Buthecouldn’treplenishit,forScrooge
guardaba
keptthecoal-boxinhisown
habitación
room;
andsosurelyastheclerkcamein
con
withtheshovel,themasterpredictedthatit
sería
wouldbenecessaryforthemtopart.
Whereforetheclerk
puso
putonhiswhitecomforter,
y
andtriedtowarmhimselfatthecandle;
inwhicheffort,notbeinga
hombre
manofastrongimagination,hefailed.
“AmerryChristmas,uncle!
Dios
Godsaveyou!”
criedacheerfulvoice.
Itwas
la
thevoiceofScrooge’snephew,who
vino
cameuponhimsoquicklythat
esta
thiswasthefirstintimationhe
tuvo
hadofhisapproach.
“Bah!”
dijo
saidScrooge,“Humbug!”
Hehadsoheatedhimselfwithrapid
caminando
walkinginthefogandfrost,
este
thisnephewofScrooge’s,thathewas
todo
allinaglow;
his
rostro
facewasruddyandhandsome;
hiseyessparkled,
y
andhisbreathsmokedagain.
“Christmas
una
ahumbug,uncle!”
saidScrooge’snephew.
“Youdon’t
dices
meanthat,Iamsure?”
“Ido,”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“MerryChristmas!
What
derecho
righthaveyoutobemerry?
What
razón
reasonhaveyoutobemerry?
You’re
pobre
poorenough.”
“Come,then,”returned
el
thenephewgaily.
“Whatright
tienes
haveyoutobedismal?
What
razón
reasonhaveyoutobemorose?
You’rerichenough.”
Scrooge
teniendo
havingnobetteranswerreadyon
el
thespurofthemoment,
dijo
said,“Bah!”
again;
andfolloweditup
con
with“Humbug.”
“Don’tbecross,uncle!”
dijo
saidthenephew.
“Whatelse
puedo
canIbe,”returnedtheuncle,“whenI
vivo
liveinsuchaworldoffoolsas
este
this?
MerryChristmas!
OutuponmerryChristmas!
What’sChristmas
tiempo
timetoyoubuta
tiempo
timeforpayingbillswithout
dinero
money;
atimeforfindingyourselfa
año
yearolder,butnotanhourricher;
a
tiempo
timeforbalancingyourbooks
y
andhavingeveryitemin’em
a través de
througharounddozenofmonthspresenteddead
contra
againstyou?
IfIcouldworkmywill,”
dijo
saidScroogeindignantly,“everyidiotwhogoesabout
con
with‘MerryChristmas’onhislips,
debería
shouldbeboiledwithhis
propio
ownpudding,andburiedwith
una
astakeofhollythroughhis
corazón
heart.
Heshould!”
“Uncle!”
pleadedthenephew.
“Nephew!”
returnedtheunclesternly,“keepChristmasinyourown
manera
way,andletmekeepitinmine.”
“Keepit!”
repeatedScrooge’snephew.
“Butyoudon’t
mantienes
keepit.”
“Letmeleaveit
paz
alone,then,”saidScrooge.
“Much
bien
goodmayitdoyou!
Much
bien
goodithaseverdoneyou!”
“TherearemanythingsfromwhichI
podría
mighthavederivedgood,bywhichI
haber
havenotprofited,Idaresay,”returnedthenephew.
“Christmasamongtherest.
Pero
ButIamsureIhave
siempre
alwaysthoughtofChristmastime,
cuando
whenithascomeround—apartfrom
la
thevenerationduetoitssacred
nombre
nameandorigin,ifanythingbelongingtoit
puede
canbeapartfromthat—as
un
agoodtime;
akind,forgiving,charitable,pleasant
tiempo
time;
theonlytimeI
conozco
knowof,inthelongcalendarofthe
año
year,whenmenandwomenseemby
un
oneconsenttoopentheirshut-upheartsfreely,
y
andtothinkofpeoplebelowthemas
si
iftheyreallywerefellow-passengerstothegrave,
y
andnotanotherraceofcreaturesboundon
otros
otherjourneys.
Andtherefore,uncle,
aunque
thoughithasneverput
un
ascrapofgoldorsilverinmypocket,I
creo
believethatithasdoneme
bien
good,andwilldome
bien
good;
andIsay,Godblessit!”
El
TheclerkintheTankinvoluntarilyapplauded.
Becomingimmediatelysensibleoftheimpropriety,hepokedthe
fuego
fire,andextinguishedthelastfrailsparkforever.
“Letme
oír
hearanothersoundfromyou,”
dijo
saidScrooge,“andyou’llkeepyourChristmasby
perdiendo
losingyoursituation!
You’requite
un
apowerfulspeaker,sir,”headded,turningtohisnephew.
“Iwonderyoudon’t
vayas
gointoParliament.”
“Don’tbeangry,uncle.
Come!
Dine
con
withusto-morrow.”
Scroogesaidthathewould
vería
seehim—yes,indeedhedid.
Hewent
la
thewholelengthoftheexpression,
y
andsaidthathewould
vería
seehiminthatextremity
primero
first.
“Butwhy?”
criedScrooge’snephew.
“Why?”
“Whydidyougetmarried?”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“BecauseIfellinlove.”
“Becauseyoufellinlove!”
growledScrooge,as
si
ifthatweretheonlyonethinginthe
mundo
worldmoreridiculousthanamerryChristmas.
“Goodafternoon!”
“Nay,uncle,
pero
butyounevercametoseemebefore
eso
thathappened.
Whygiveitas
una
areasonfornotcomingnow?”
“Goodafternoon,”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“Iwantnothingfromyou;
I
pido
asknothingofyou;
whycannotwebefriends?”
“Goodafternoon,”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“Iamsorry,with
todo
allmyheart,tofindyousoresolute.
Wehave
nunca
neverhadanyquarrel,towhichIhavebeena
parte
party.
ButIhavemadethetrialinhomagetoChristmas,
y
andI’llkeepmyChristmashumourtothelast.
SoAMerryChristmas,uncle!”
“Goodafternoon!”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“AndAHappy
Nuevo
NewYear!”
“Goodafternoon!”
saidScrooge.
Hisnephew
salió
lefttheroomwithoutanangry
palabra
word,notwithstanding.
Hestoppedattheouter
puerta
doortobestowthegreetingsoftheseasonontheclerk,who,
frío
coldashewas,waswarmerthanScrooge;
forhe
devolvió
returnedthemcordially.
“There’sanotherfellow,”mutteredScrooge;
whooverheard
lo
him:
“myclerk,withfifteenshillings
una
aweek,andawife
y
andfamily,talkingaboutamerryChristmas.
I’llretiretoBedlam.”
Este
Thislunatic,inlettingScrooge’snephew
salir
out,hadlettwoother
personas
peoplein.Theywereportlygentlemen,pleasanttobehold,
y
andnowstood,withtheirhats
de
off,inScrooge’soffice.
They
tenían
hadbooksandpapersintheirhands,
y
andbowedtohim.
“Scrooge
y
andMarley’s,Ibelieve,”said
uno
oneofthegentlemen,referringtohislist.
“HaveI
el
thepleasureofaddressingMr.Scrooge,
o
orMr.Marley?”
“Mr.
Marley
ha
hasbeendeadthesesevenyears,”Scroogereplied.
“He
murió
diedsevenyearsago,thisverynight.”
“We
tenemos
havenodoubthisliberalityis
bien
wellrepresentedbyhissurvivingpartner,”
dijo
saidthegentleman,presentinghiscredentials.
Itcertainlywas;
forthey
habían
hadbeentwokindredspirits.
Attheominous
palabra
word“liberality,”Scroogefrowned,andshookhis
cabeza
head,andhandedthecredentialsback.
“Atthisfestiveseasonofthe
año
year,Mr.Scrooge,”saidthegentleman,
tomando
takingupapen,“itis
más
morethanusuallydesirablethatweshould
hagamos
makesomeslightprovisionforthePoor
y
anddestitute,whosuffergreatlyatthepresent
momento
time.
Manythousandsareinwantofcommonnecessaries;
hundredsofthousandsareinwantofcommoncomforts,sir.”
“Are
hay
therenoprisons?”
askedScrooge.
“Plentyofprisons,”
dijo
saidthegentleman,layingdownthepen
de nuevo
again.
“AndtheUnionworkhouses?”
demandedScrooge.
“Arethey
todavía
stillinoperation?”
“Theyare.
Still,”returned
el
thegentleman,“IwishI
poder
couldsaytheywerenot.”
“TheTreadmill
y
andthePoorLawareinfullvigour,then?”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“Bothverybusy,sir.”
“Oh!
Iwas
miedo
afraid,fromwhatyousaidat
principio
first,thatsomethinghadoccurredto
para
stopthemintheirusefulcourse,”
dijo
saidScrooge.
“I’mverygladtohearit.”
“UndertheimpressionthattheyscarcelyfurnishChristiancheerof
mente
mindorbodytothemultitude,”returnedthegentleman,“afewofusareendeavouringtoraise
un
afundtobuythePoorsomemeat
y
anddrink,andmeansofwarmth.
Wechoose
este
thistime,becauseitis
un
atime,ofallothers,
cuando
whenWantiskeenlyfelt,
y
andAbundancerejoices.
WhatshallIputyoudownfor?”
“Nothing!”
Scroogereplied.
“You
deseas
wishtobeanonymous?”
“Iwishtobe
dejen
leftalone,”saidScrooge.
“Sinceyou
preguntan
askmewhatIwish,gentlemen,
esa
thatismyanswer.