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La importancia de fomentar la lectura

La lectura es una herramienta extraordinaria para desarrollar nuestra  mente, al mismo tiempo que nos ayuda a agilizar nuestra inteligencia. Además aumenta nuestra cultura, nos proporciona más información, conocimientos y con ello, nos abre la mente y obtenemos una actitud dinámica que hace que cuando leemos, nos transporte a ser protagonistas de nuestra propia lectura. Y lo hace más divertido.

Es necesario fomentar la costumbre de leer cada día, ya que por medio de ésta, accederemos adquirir una buena expresión en escritura, a expresar mejor nuestras ideas, proyectos, pensamientos y argumentos a la hora de manifestar nuestras inquietudes.

Los países más desarrollados cuentan con los índices más altos de lectura; es una de sus mayores riquezas. La costumbre de acercarse a los libros, es inculcada a los niños desde pequeños, integrando el mundo de las letras a la vida cotidiana.

La importancia de fomentar en los niños el hábito de la lectura, significa que en el futuro nos encontremos con personas más conocedoras de las distintas realidades y más tolerantes y conscientes con la diversidad.

Es por ello que se hace necesario no sólo el entregar las herramientas a los niños para incentivarlos a leer, sino que también vean en sus mayores, la costumbre de vivir entre libros, revistas y textos interesantes, y que se les de la importancia que se merecen, como arma de cultura.

Por estas razones, Up! Idiomas ofrece unos textos en inglés para fomentar la lectura en dicha lengua y ofrece a sus alumnos el acceso a su biblioteca de forma gratuita.

Title: Struwwelpeter:  Merry Tales and Funny Pictures 

Author: Heinrich Hoffman

Language: English

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Merry Stories And Funny Pictures

Shock-headed Peter

Cruel Frederick

The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches

The Story of the Inky Boys

The Story of the Man that went out Shooting

The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb

The Story of Augustus, who would not have any Soup

The Story of Fidgety Philip

The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air

The Story of Flying Robert

Merry Stories And Funny Pictures

When the children have been good,

That is, be it understood,

Good at meal-times, good at play,

Good all night and good all day—

They shall have the pretty things

Merry Christmas always brings.

Naughty, romping girls and boys

Tear their clothes and make a noise,

Spoil their pinafores and frocks,

And deserve no Christmas-box.

Such as these shall never look

At this pretty Picture-book.

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Shock-headed Peter

Just look at him! there he stands,

With his nasty hair and hands.

See! his nails are never cut;

They are grimed as black as soot;

And the sloven, I declare,

Never once has combed his hair;

Anything to me is sweeter

Than to see Shock-headed Peter.

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Cruel Frederick

Here is cruel Frederick, see!

A horrid wicked boy was he;

He caught the flies, poor little things,

And then tore off their tiny wings,

He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,

And threw the kitten down the stairs;

And oh! far worse than all beside,

He whipped his Mary, till she cried.

The trough was full, and faithful Tray

Came out to drink one sultry day;

He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,

When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,

And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,

And kicked and whipped him more and more:

At this, good Tray grew very red,

And growled, and bit him till he bled;

Then you should only have been by,

To see how Fred did scream and cry!

So Frederick had to go to bed:

His leg was very sore and red!

The Doctor came, and shook his head,

And made a very great to-do,

And gave him nasty physic too.

But good dog Tray is happy now;

He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"

He seats himself in Frederick's chair

And laughs to see the nice things there:

The soup he swallows, sup by sup—

And eats the pies and puddings up.

The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches

It almost makes me cry to tell

What foolish Harriet befell.

Mamma and Nurse went out one day

And left her all alone at play.

Now, on the table close at hand,

A box of matches chanced to stand;

And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,

That, if she touched them, they would scold her.

But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!

For, when they burn, it is so pretty;

They crackle so, and spit, and flame:

Mamma, too, often does the same."

The pussy-cats heard this,

And they began to hiss,

And stretch their claws,

And raise their paws;

"Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,

You'll burn to death, if you do so."

But Harriet would not take advice:

She lit a match, it was so nice!

It crackled so, it burned so clear—

Exactly like the picture here.

She jumped for joy and ran about

And was too pleased to put it out.

The Pussy-cats saw this

And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!"

And stretched their claws,

And raised their paws:

"'Tis very, very wrong, you know,

Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,

You will be burnt, if you do so."

And see! oh, what dreadful thing!

The fire has caught her apron-string;

Her apron burns, her arms, her hair—

She burns all over everywhere.

Then how the pussy-cats did mew—

What else, poor pussies, could they do?

They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!

So then they said: "We'll scream again;

Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,

She'll burn to death; we told her so."

So she was burnt, with all her clothes,

And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose;

Till she had nothing more to lose

Except her little scarlet shoes;

And nothing else but these was found

Among her ashes on the ground.

And when the good cats sat beside

The smoking ashes, how they cried!

"Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo,

What will Mamma and Nursey do?"

Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,

They made a little pond at last.

The Story of the Inky Boys

As he had often done before,

The woolly-headed Black-a-moor

One nice fine summer's day went out

To see the shops, and walk about;

And, as he found it hot, poor fellow,

He took with him his green umbrella,

Then Edward, little noisy wag,

Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag;

And William came in jacket trim,

And brought his wooden hoop with him;

And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys

And joined the other naughty boys.

So, one and all set up a roar,

And laughed and hooted more and more,

And kept on singing,—only think!—

"Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!"

Now tall Agrippa lived close by—

So tall, he almost touched the sky;

He had a mighty inkstand, too,

In which a great goose-feather grew;

He called out in an angry tone

"Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!

For, if he tries with all his might,

He cannot change from black to white."

But, ah! they did not mind a bit

What great Agrippa said of it;

But went on laughing, as before,

And hooting at the Black-a-moor.

Then great Agrippa foams with rage

Look at him on this very page!

He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned,

Takes William by his little head;

And they may scream and kick and call,

Into the ink he dips them all;

Into the inkstand, one, two, three,

Till they are black as black can be;

Turn over now, and you shall see.

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See, there they are, and there they run!

The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun.

They have been made as black as crows,

Quite black all over, eyes and nose,

And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes,

And trousers, pinafores, and toys—

The silly little inky boys!

Because they set up such a roar,

And teased the harmless Black-a-moor.

The Story of the Man that went out Shooting

This is the man that shoots the hares;

This is the coat he always wears:

With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun

He's going out to have some fun.

He finds it hard, without a pair

Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.

The hare sits snug in leaves and grass

And laughs to see the green man pass.

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Now, as the sun grew very hot,

And he a heavy gun had got,

He lay down underneath a tree

And went to sleep, as you may see.

And, while he slept like any top,

The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,

Took gun and spectacles, and then

On her hind legs went off again.

The green man wakes and sees her place

The spectacles upon her face;

And now she's trying all she can

To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man.

He cries and screams and runs away;

The hare runs after him all day

And hears him call out everywhere:

"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!"

At last he stumbled at the well,

Head over ears, and in he fell.

The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!

Bang went the gun—she missed her mark!

The poor man's wife was drinking up

Her coffee in her coffee-cup;

The gun shot cup and saucer through;

"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"

There lived close by the cottage there

The hare's own child, the little hare;

And while she stood upon her toes,

The coffee fell and burned her nose.

"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,

"Such fun I do not understand."