Concurso "Un cuento de navidad": Una amistad de regalo/ A gift of friendship (ESP/ ENG)
Una amistad de regalo
Así como compartían juegos, Lucho y Miguel también compartían las alegrías y las tristezas. Cuando Lucho tenía hambre, recibía de las manos de Miguel un pedazo de pan o fruta. Y si alguien se atrevía a buscale pelea a Miguel, era Lucho quien lo defendía. De los juguetes, ni que se diga: pelotas, carros y soldados eran de los dos, aunque era la madre de Miguel quien los compraba. Como en casa de Lucho no había dinero, a veces Don Patricio, que tenía una tienda, lo contrataba para que hiciera los mandados. Muchos amiguitos se reían de él al verlo trabajar con una carrucha, pero Lucho era un niño bueno, que estaba lejos de las mezquindades humanas.
Habría que decir que Miguel, debido a su enfermedad, se movía con dificultad, arrastrando torpemente la pierna derecha. Y aunque intentaba seguirle el ritmo a sus compañeros, siempre se quedaba atrás. Él único que lo esperaba y caminaba a paso lento era Lucho, que era capaz de ir como una tortuga si era necesario para que su amigo no se sintiera relegado.
Cuando se acercaban las vacaciones decembrinas, en la escuela decidieron hacer varias competencias. Los niños emocionados se anotaron en casi todas. La más importante era la carrera que harían alrededor del pueblo, ya que el premio era una bicicleta:
─Yo voy a ganar la competencia porque corro bien duro -dijo Arturito que siempre se jactaba de tener los mejores juguetes.
─No creo. Si yo compito, yo gano. -expresó Albert con cierta altanería. Los únicos que no participaban en semejante disputa, eran Lucho y Miguel, que permanecían callados y alejados del resto.
─Si tú compites, Lucho, le ganas a todos. Además, la bicicleta te serviría para hacer los mandados -comentó Miguel a su amigo.
─No, que va. Si tú no vas a competir, yo tampoco -anotó Lucho haciéndole un huequito a la arena.
─¡Pero cómo voy a correr si no puedo caminar bien! -le preguntó Miguel a su amigo.
─Bueno, entonces tampoco corro -expresó decidido Lucho y desbarató el huequito que había hecho.
Cuando llegó el día de la competencia, Miguel, con la intención de que su amigo participara, aceptó inscribirse. Los dos, en la línea de salida, uno al lado del otro, salieron corriendo con la señal correspondiente. Pero Miguel era lento y caminaba con dificultad, por lo que quedó de último; en eso Lucho, que era un niño despierto, buscó su carrucha y montó en ella a Miguel.
─Si vamos a ganar, vamos a ganar los dos -dijo Lucho con los cachetes colorados y corriendo como si fuera un león. Nunca antes se había visto que Lucho corriera tan duro y que empujara la carrucha con tanta fuerza como esa vez. Primero pasó a uno, luego a otro y a otro. Al final los pasó a todos y atravesaron la línea final los dos juntos.
Con el aplauso de la gente, Miguel y Lucho recibieron su bicicleta. Abrazados, los niños sonreían de felicidad como si la vida fuera bonita y nunca hubiesen vivido tristeza alguna. En los días decembrinos, Miguel y Lucho paseaban en su bicicleta y la gente sonreía de gusto porque jamás habían visto una amistad tan desprendida y generosa como la de ellos.
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA HISTORIA, AMIGOS
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A gift of friendship
They had always been both: Lucho and Miguel. They had been friends since they were very young: wherever one went, the other went. Miguel was white and thin, one could even say that he was weak and sickly: he limped on one leg due to a congenital disease; Lucho, on the other hand, was taller than all the children in the school and was stronger than the others. Although Miguel had no father, he did have a mother who spoiled him a lot; but Lucho had neither one nor the other: his grandmother was the one who took care of him and shared with him the little that people could give him.Just as they shared games, Lucho and Miguel also shared joys and sorrows. When Lucho was hungry, he would receive a piece of bread or fruit from Miguel's hands. And if someone dared to pick a fight with Miguel, it was Lucho who would defend him. As for toys, not to be mentioned: balls, cars and soldiers belonged to both of them, although Miguel's mother was the one who bought them. As there was no money at Lucho's house, sometimes Don Patricio, who had a store, hired him to run errands. Many of his friends laughed at him when they saw him working with a little cart, but Lucho was a good boy who was far from human pettiness.
It would have to be said that Miguel, due to his illness, moved with difficulty, awkwardly dragging his right leg. And although he tried to keep up with his companions, he always lagged behind. The only one who waited for him and walked at a slow pace was Lucho, who was capable of going like a turtle if necessary so that his friend would not feel left behind.
When the Christmas vacations approached, the school decided to hold several competitions. The excited children signed up for almost all of them. The most important one was the race they would run around town, since the prize was a bicycle:
─I'm going to win the competition because I run really hard," said Arturito who always boasted of having the best toys.
─I don't think so. If I compete, I win. -said Albert with a certain haughtiness. The only ones who participated in such a dispute were Lucho and Miguel, who remained silent and distant from the rest.
If you compete, Lucho, you beat everyone. Besides, the bicycle would be useful for you to run errands - commented Miguel to his friend.
─No, no way. If you're not going to compete, I'm not going to compete either," said Lucho, making a hole in the sand.
But how am I going to run if I can't walk well! -Miguel asked his friend.
Well, then I won't run either," said Lucho with determination and broke the hole he had made.When the day of the competition arrived, Miguel, with the intention that his friend would participate, agreed to sign up. The two of them, at the starting line, side by side, ran off with the corresponding signal. But Miguel was slow and walked with difficulty, so he came last; at that Lucho, who was an awakened child, looked for his stroller and mounted Miguel on it.
─If we are going to win, we are both going to win," said Lucho with red cheeks and running as if he were a lion. Never before had Lucho been seen running so hard and pushing the chariot as hard as he did that time. First he passed one, then another and another. Finally he passed them all and crossed the finish line together.
With the applause of the crowd, Miguel and Lucho received their bikes. Hugging each other, the children smiled with happiness as if life was beautiful and they had never experienced any sadness. In the days of Christmas, Miguel and Lucho rode their bicycles and people smiled with pleasure because they had never seen a friendship as selfless and generous as theirs.
Feliz y agradecida por vuestro apoyo, amigos!!
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What a good friend is Lucho, he couldn't let his friend to be at the back, he make sure both him and Miguel wins the competition, pushing their bicycle together was with happiness.
Que historia mas linda, me encanto demasiado. Un hermoso ejemplo de amistad a pesar de las diferencias y las adversidades. Sin duda, Lucho tiene el cielo ganado y seguro que con el, ira quien es mas que su amigo. Excelente, estoy complacido.