By Oscar Wilde
The Selfish Giant
Every afternoon as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play
in the Giants garden; it was a large lovely garden with soft green grass here and there;
over the grass, two beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach trees
that, in the springtime, broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl
and in the autumn, bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that
the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them, “how happy are we here.”
they cried to each other one day; the giant came back.
He had been to visit his friend, the Cornish ogre, and stayed with him for seven years
after the seven years were over, he had said all that he had to say or his conversation
was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle; when he arrived, he saw
the children playing in the garden;
“what are you doing here?” He cried in a very gruff voice,
and the children ran away.
“My own garden is my own garden,” said the Giant, and anyone can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself,”
so he bid to build a high wall all around it and put up a noticeboard
“trespassers will be prosecuted ☠️.“
He was a very selfish giant, the poor children had now nowhere to play; they tried
to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did
not like it; they used to wander around the high wall with their lessons were over
and talked about the beautiful garden inside “how happy we were there!” they said
to each other, then the spring came, and all over the country, there were little blossoms
and little birds all in the garden of The Selfish Giant. Was it still winter? the birds
did not care to sing in it as there were no children and the trees forgot to blossom
once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw
the noticeboard that was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground
again and went off to sleep; the only people who were pleased were snow and thrust,
“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 cloak, and the frost painted all
the trees silver they invited to lead the north wind to stay with them, and he came
he was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden and blew the chimney
pots down “this is a delightful spot,” he said, “we must ask the Hail on a visit.”
so the hail came every day for three hours; he rattled on the roof of the castle till
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 grey, and his breath was like ice.
“I cannot 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 the weather”,
but the spring never came nor the summer; the autumn gave golden fruit to every
garden, but to the Giant’s garden, she gave none “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 through the trees.
One morning the giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music,
it sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the king’s musicians
passing by, it was really only a little Linette singing outside his window, but it was
so long since he had heard of birds sing 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 ceased roaring, and a Delicious perfume who came to him through
the open casement.
“I believe the spring has come at last,” said the Giant, and he jumped out of bed
and looked out; what did he see? he saw a most wonderful sight through a little hole
in the wall, the children had crept in, and they were sitting on the branches of the trees
and every tree that he could see, there was a little child, and the trees were so glad
to have the children back again that they covered themselves with blossoms
and were waving their arms gently above the children’s heads; the birds were flying
around and twittering with the light, and the flowers were looking up through
the green grass and laughing, it was a lovely scene only in one corner; it was still
winter it was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy
he was so small he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was
wandering all around it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost
and snow and the north wind were blowing and roaring above. It climbed up the little
voice of the tree, and it bent its Brend branches down as low as it could, but the boy
was too tiny, and the Giants heart melted as he looked out “how selfish I have been,” he said, “now I know that why the spring could not come here; I will put that poor little boy on the top of that tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children’s playground for ever and ever.”
it was really very sorry for what he had done, so he crept downstairs and opened
the front door quite softly and went out into the garden, but when the children saw
him they were so frightened that they all ran away and the garden became winter
again, only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see
the giant coming, and the giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand
and put him up into the tree, and the tree broke at once and to blossom, and the birds
came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out these two arms and flung them
around the Giants neck and kissed him and the other children when they saw that
the giant was not wicked any longer and came running back, and with them came
the spring.
“It is your garden now, little children” said the Giant, and he took a great axe
and knocked down the wall and when the people were going to market at twelve
o’clock, they found the Giant playing with the children and the most beautiful garden
they had ever seen, all day long, they played, and in the evening, they came to the Giant
to bid him goodbye, “but where is your little companion?” He said the boy had put into
the tree the giant loved him the best because he had kissed him. “We don’t know,” answered the children “he has gone away”
“you must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow,” said the Giant,
but the children said that they did not know where he lived and had never seen him
before and the giant felt very sad every afternoon in school was over; the children
came and played with the Giant, but the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen
again, the giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend
and often spoke of him and how I would like to see him. He used to say years have
gone over, and the giant grew very old and feeble; he could not play about any more
So he sat in a huge armchair and walked and watched the children at their games
and admired his garden. “I have many beautiful flowers,” he said, but the children
are the most beautiful flowers of all.
One winter morning, he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate
the winter now, for he knew that it was merely the spring asleep and the flowers were
resting suddenly, he rubbed his eyes and wondered and looked and looked; it certainly
was a marvelous sight, in the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered
with lovely white blossoms, its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down
from them, and underneath it stood the boy he had loved; downstairs ran the Giants
and great joy, and out into the garden, he hastened across the grass and came near
to the child, and when he came quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said
“Who hath dared to wound thee” for on the palms of the child’s hands were the prints of two nails and the prints of two nails were on the little feet “who hath dared to wound thee” cried the Giant “tell me that I may take my big sword and slay him.”
then answered the child, “but these are the wounds of love.”
“Who art thou?” said the Giant, and the strange all fell on him, and he knelt before
the child and the child smiled at the Giant and said to him
“you let me play once in your garden; today you shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.”
and when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the giant lying dead under the tree all covered with white blossoms.
The End
I am EHAB GOUBRAN, blogger, and influencer, discovered that my true passion is to share with people whatever I knew and experienced by reading- which I adore by the way - or by experiences. my goal is to help others to improve their lifestyle by increasing their knowledge and passion. -"Develop a passion for learning. If you do, you will never cease to grow."- Anthony J. D'Angelo
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