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    The Force Of Blood: Bilingual Edition (English – Spanish)
    The Force Of Blood: Bilingual Edition (English – Spanish)
    The Force Of Blood: Bilingual Edition (English – Spanish)
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    The Force Of Blood: Bilingual Edition (English – Spanish)

    By Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

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    Instead of memorizing vocabulary words, work your way through an actual well-written novel. Even novices can follow along as each individual English paragraph is paired with the corresponding Spanish paragraph. It won't be an easy project, but you'll learn a lot.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateJun 19, 2018
    The Force Of Blood: Bilingual Edition (English – Spanish)
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    Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

    Miguel de Cervantes was born on September 29, 1547, in Alcala de Henares, Spain. At twenty-three he enlisted in the Spanish militia and in 1571 fought against the Turks in the Battle of Lepanto, where a gunshot wound permanently crippled his left hand. He spent four more years at sea and then another five as a slave after being captured by Barbary pirates. Ransomed by his family, he returned to Madrid but his disability hampered him; it was in debtor's prison that he began to write Don Quixote. Cervantes wrote many other works, including poems and plays, but he remains best known as the author of Don Quixote. He died on April 23, 1616.

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      The Force Of Blood - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

      THE FORCE OF BLOOD

      LA FUERZA DE LA SANGRE

      Bilingual Edition

      English - Spanish

      Miguel de Cervantes

      translated by

      Walter Keating Kelly

      THE FORCE OF BLOOD

      LA FUERZA DE LA SANGRE

      One night, after a sultry summer's day, an old hidalgo of Toledo walked out to take the air by the river's side, along with his wife, his little boy, his daughter aged sixteen, and a female servant. Eleven o'clock had struck: it was a fine clear night: they were the only persons on the road; and they sauntered leisurely along, to avoid paying the price of fatigue for the recreation provided for the Toledans in their valley or on the banks of their river.

      Una noche de las calurosas del verano, volvían de recrearse del río en Toledo un anciano hidalgo con su mujer, un niño pequeño, una hija de edad de diez y seis años y una criada. La noche era clara; la hora, las once; el camino, solo, y el paso, tardo, por no pagar con cansancio la pensión que traen consigo las holguras que en el río o en la vega se toman en Toledo.

      Secure as he thought in the careful administration of justice in that city, and the character of its well-disposed inhabitants, the good hidalgo was far from thinking that any disaster could befal his family. But as misfortunes commonly happen when they are least looked for, so it chanced with this family, who were that night visited, in the midst of their innocent enjoyment, by a calamity which gave them cause to weep for many a year.

      Con la seguridad que promete la mucha justicia y bien inclinada gente de aquella ciudad, venía el buen hidalgo con su honrada familia, lejos de pensar en desastre que sucederles pudiese. Pero, como las más de las desdichas que vienen no se piensan, contra todo su pensamiento, les sucedió una que les turbó la holgura y les dio que llorar muchos años.

      There was in that city a young cavalier, about two-and-twenty years of age, whom wealth, high birth, a wayward disposition, inordinate indulgence, and profligate companions impelled to do things which disgraced his rank. This young cavalier—whose real name we shall, for good reasons, conceal under that of Rodolfo—was abroad that night with four of his companions, insolent young roisterers like himself, and happened to be coming down a hill as the old hidalgo and his family were ascending it.

      Hasta veinte y dos tendría un caballero de aquella ciudad a quien la riqueza, la sangre ilustre, la inclinación torcida, la libertad demasiada y las compañías libres, le hacían hacer cosas y tener atrevimientos que desdecían de su calidad y le daban renombre de atrevido. Este caballero, pues (que por ahora, por buenos respectos, encubriendo su nombre, le llamaremos con el de Rodolfo), con otros cuatro amigos suyos, todos mozos, todos alegres y todos insolentes, bajaba por la misma cuesta que el hidalgo subía.

      The two parties, the sheep and the wolves, met each other. Rodolfo and his companions, with their faces muffled in their cloaks, stared rudely and insolently at the mother, the daughter, and the servant-maid. The old hidalgo indignantly remonstrated; they answered him with mocks and jeers, and passed on. But Rodolfo had been struck by the great beauty of Leocadia, the hidalgo's daughter, and presently he began to entertain the idea of enjoying it at all hazards. In a moment he communicated his thoughts to his companions, and in the next moment they resolved to turn back and carry her off to please Rodolfo; for the rich who are open-handed always find parasites ready to encourage their bad propensities; and thus to conceive this wicked design, to communicate it, approve it, resolve on ravishing Leocadia, and to carry that design into effect was the work of a moment.

      Encontráronse los dos escuadrones: el de las ovejas con el de los lobos; y, con deshonesta desenvoltura, Rodolfo y sus camaradas, cubiertos los rostros, miraron los de la madre, y de la hija y de la criada. Alborotóse el viejo y reprochóles y afeóles su atrevimiento. Ellos le respondieron con muecas y burla, y, sin desmandarse a más, pasaron adelante. Pero la mucha hermosura del rostro que había visto Rodolfo, que era el de Leocadia, que así quieren que se llamase la hija del hidalgo, comenzó de tal manera a imprimírsele en la memoria, que le llevó tras sí la voluntad y despertó en

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