ENGLISH

The old man and his grandson

PORTUGUÊS

O avô e o netinho


There was once a very old man, whose eyes had become dim, his ears dull of hearing, his knees trembled, and when he sat at table he could hardly hold the spoon, and spilt the broth upon the table-cloth or let it run out of his mouth. His son and his son's wife were disgusted at this, so the old grandfather at last had to sit in the corner behind the stove, and they gave him his food in an earthenware bowl, and not even enough of it. And he used to look towards the table with his eyes full of tears. Once, too, his trembling hands could not hold the bowl, and it fell to the ground and broke. The young wife scolded him, but he said nothing and only sighed. Then they bought him a wooden bowl for a few half-pence, out of which he had to eat.
They were once sitting thus when the little grandson of four years old began to gather together some bits of wood upon the ground. "What are you doing there?" asked the father. "I am making a little trough," answered the child, "for father and mother to eat out of when I am big."

The man and his wife looked at each other for a while, and presently began to cry. Then they took the old grandfather to the table, and henceforth always let him eat with them, and likewise said nothing if he did spill a little of anything.
Houve, uma vez, um pobre velhinho, tão velho que os olhos já lhe estavam turvos, os ouvidos surdos e os joelhos trêmulos. A mesa, era com grande dificuldade que conseguia segurar a colher e derramava a sopa na toalha, deixando-a, também, escorrer da boca.
O filho e a nora sentiam repugnância ao ver isso; assim ficou resolvido que o velho avô iria sentar-se atrás do fogão. Davam-lhe a sopa numa tigela de barro, e assim mesmo não davam muita; o velho olhava com grande tristeza para a mesa e os olhos enchiam-se de lágrimas.
Certa vez, suas mãos trêmulas não conseguiram segurar nem mesmo a tigela, que caiu no chão, espatifando-se.
A nora repreendeu-o duramente; ele suspirou mas não disse nada. Então ela comprou uma tigela de madeira muito barata e grosseira e ele passou a tomar nela a sopa.
Quando estavam todos sentados, na sala, o netinho, de quatro anos de idade, juntava pedaços de madeira no chão.
- Que estás fazendo, meu filhinho? - perguntou-lhe o pai.
- Estou fazendo uma gamela, - respondeu o menino, - para dar de comer a mamãe e papai quando eu for grande.
Então os pais olharam um para o outro silenciosamente depois, romperam em pranto. Levantaram-se e foram buscar o velho, instalando-o à mesa; daí por diante serviram-no sempre na mesa com eles, nunca mais se importando de que deixasse cair a sopa na toalha.




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