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English to Portuguese: Eisenkopf General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English Once upon a time there lived an old man who had only one son, whom he loved dearly; but they were very poor, and often had scarcely enough to eat. Then the old man fell ill, and things grew worse than ever, so he called his son and said to him:
'My dear boy, I have no longer any food to give you, and you must go into the world and get it for yourself. It does not matter what work you do, but remember if you do it well and are faithful to your master, you will always have your reward.'
So Peter put a piece of black bread in his knapsack, and strapping it on his back, took a stout stick in his hand, and set out to seek his fortune. For a long while he travelled on and on, and nobody seemed to want him; but one day he met an old man, and being a polite youth, he took off his hat and said: 'Good morning,' in a pleasant voice. 'Good morning,' answered the old man; 'and where are you going?'
'I am wandering through the country trying to get work,' replied Peter.
'Then stay with me, for I can give you plenty,' said the old man, and Peter stayed.
Translation - Portuguese Era uma vez um velhinho que tinha um único filho cujo amava muito; mas eles eram muito pobres, e muitas vezes tinham pouco o que comer. Então o velhinho ficou doente, e as coisas que estavam ruins, pioraram como nunca antes, então ele chamou seu filho e o disse:
'Meu querido filho, eu não tenho comida o suficiente para você; você terá que sair e conseguir por si. Não importa que trabalho você fará, mas sempre se lembre que se fizer bem e for fiel a seu mestre, você sempre terá a recompensa. '
E assim Pedro colocou um pedaço de pão de centeio em sua mochila, amarrou em suas costas, pegou uma bengala e foi em rumo a sua fortuna. Ele caminhou por muito tempo, e ninguém parecia querer abrigar ele; certo dia ele encontrou um senhor e sendo um jovem educado, em sinal de respeito tirou o chapéu e disse: "Bom Dia" de maneira agradável. "Bom Dia", respondeu o senhor; "para onde está indo?"
"Eu estou vagando pelas terras procurando um trabalho", respondeu Pedro.
"Então fique comigo, e eu o darei o suficiente" disse o senhor, e assim Pedro ficou.
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