One day a ragged man was creeping along from house to
house. He carried an old wallet in his hand and was asking
at every door for a few cents to buy something to eat. As
he was grumbling at his misfortune, he kept wondering why
it was that folks who had so much money were never
satisfied and were always wanting more.
“Here,” said he, “is the master of this
house—I know him well. He is a good
business man, and he made himself
wondrously rich a long time ago. Had he
been wise, he would have stopped
then. He would have turned over his
business to someone else, and then he
could have spent the rest of his life in
ease. What did he do instead? He built
ships and sent them to sea to trade
with foreign lands. He thought he would
get mountains of gold.”“However, there were great storms on the water; his ships
were wrecked, and his riches were swallowed up by the
waves. Now all his hopes lie at
the bottom of the sea, and his
great wealth has vanished.”
“There are many such cases. Men
seem to never be satisfied unless
they gain the whole world.”
“As for me, if I had only enough to eat and to buy clothing,
I would not want anything more.”
Just at that moment, Fortune came down the street. She
saw the poor man and stopped. She said to him:
“Listen! I have long wished to help you. Hold your wallet,
and I will pour this gold into it, but only on this condition: all
that falls into the wallet shall be pure gold, but every piece
that falls upon the ground shall become dust. Do you
understand?”
“Oh, yes, I understand,” said the poor man.
“Then be careful,” said Fortune. “Your wallet is old, so do
not load it too heavily.”The beggar was so glad that he could hardly wait. He
quickly opened his wallet, and a stream of yellow dollars
poured into it. The wallet grew heavy.
“Is that enough?” asked Fortune.
“Not yet.”
“Isn't it cracking?”
“Never fear.”
The beggar's hands began to tremble. Ah, if the gold would
only pour forever!
“You are the richest man in the world now!”
“Just a little more, add just a handful or two.”
“There, it's full. The wallet will burst.”
“But it will hold just a little more!”
Another piece was added, and the wallet split. The treasure
fell upon the ground and turned to dust. The beggar had
nothing now but his empty wallet, and it was torn from top
to bottom. He was as poor as before.1. Why did the master of the house lose all of his money?
a. A robber stole it from him
b. His ships sank at sea.
c. His treasure turned to dust.
d. He gave it all away to the poor.
2. What is the poor man’s wallet like?
a. red
b. fancy
c. slippery
d. old
3. Which word best describes the poor man?
a. greedy
b. happy
c. wise
d. weak
4. Why do you think Fortune gives the gold to the poor
man?
a. He has too much gold already
b. to teach him a lesson
c. He likes the way the beggar dresses
d. to make him the richest man in the world1. Why did the master of the house lose all of his money?
b. His ships sank at sea.
2. What is the poor man’s wallet like?
d. old
3. Which word best describes the poor man?
a. greedy
4. Why do you think Fortune gives the gold to the poor
man?
b. to teach him a lesson
Respuestas
Respuesta:
Un día, un hombre harapiento se arrastraba de casa en
casa. Llevaba una billetera vieja en la mano y preguntaba
en cada puerta por unos centavos para comprar algo de comer. Como
estaba refunfuñando por su desgracia, seguía preguntándose por qué
era que la gente que tenía tanto dinero nunca
satisfechos y siempre con ganas de más.
"Aquí", dijo, "es el maestro de este
casa, lo conozco bien. El es un buen
hombre de negocios, y se hizo a sí mismo
maravillosamente rico hace mucho tiempo. Tenía él
sido sabio, se habría detenido
luego. Él habría entregado su
negocio a otra persona, y luego
podría haber pasado el resto de su vida en
facilitar. ¿Qué hizo en su lugar? Construyó
barcos y los envió al mar para comerciar
con tierras extranjeras. El pensó que lo haría
conseguir montañas de oro. ”“ Sin embargo, hubo grandes tormentas en el agua; sus barcos
fueron destruidos, y sus riquezas fueron tragadas por losolas. Ahora todas sus esperanzas están en
el fondo del mar, y su
gran riqueza ha desaparecido ".
“Hay muchos casos de este tipo. Hombres
parece que nunca estar satisfecho a menos que
ganan el mundo entero ".
“En cuanto a mí, si tuviera lo suficiente para comer y comprar ropa,
No querría nada más ".
Justo en ese momento, Fortune bajó por la calle. Ella
vio al pobre y se detuvo. Ella le dijo:
"¡Escucha! Hace tiempo que deseaba ayudarlo. Sostén tu billetera
y verteré este oro en él, pero solo con esta condición: todos
que caiga en la billetera será de oro puro, pero cada pieza
que cae a tierra se convertirá en polvo. Vos si
¿entender?"
“Oh, sí, lo entiendo”, dijo el pobre.
"Entonces ten cuidado", dijo Fortune. "Tu billetera es vieja, entonces
no lo cargue demasiado. El mendigo se alegró tanto que apenas pudo esperar. Él
Abrió rápidamente su billetera, y una corriente de dólares amarillos
vertido en él. La billetera se volvió pesada.
"¿Es suficiente?" preguntó Fortune.
"Aún no."
"¿No se está agrietando?"
"Nunca temas."
Las manos del mendigo comenzaron a temblar. Ah, si el oro pudiera
solo verter para siempre!
"¡Ahora eres el hombre más rico del mundo!"
"Solo un poco más, agregue solo un puñado o dos".
“Ahí, está lleno. La billetera estallará ".
"¡Pero aguantará un poco más!"
Se agregó otra pieza y la billetera se partió. El tesoro
Cayó al suelo y se convirtió en polvo. El mendigo tenía
ahora nada más que su billetera vacía, y fue arrancada de arriba
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