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Me quedé dormido al sol y me dio una terrible insolación.I fell asleep in the sun and I got terrible sunstroke. 2. (weather). a. sunshine. En Islandia, la insolación. La insolación. JK. juliana kraus. Updated 4 December Transcript. La Insolación. Contenido. -Corta biografía del autor. -Movimientos literarios a los que. De Horacio Quiroga. La Insolación. Los 5 fox terrier “tenidos y beatos de libertad” Personajes “La Insolación” se desarrolla en un espacio real y.
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The puppy, Old, went out the door and crossed the patio with an upright, lazy step. He paused at the boundary of the pasture, craned his neck in the direction of the mountain, half-closed his eyes, and sat quietly. He looked at insolaciion monotonous Chaco plain with its alternating mountains and fields, fields and mountains, colourless except for the creaminess of the pasture and the blackness of the mountains.
The view enclosed the farm to a distance of metres on three sides. Toward the east the field broadened into a clearing marked nevertheless by the inescapable shady line farther on. At the early hour, the confines, washed in blinding light at midday, possessed an air of repose.
There was not a cloud or a breath of wind.
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Beneath the silver sky, the fields exuded the freshness of a tonic that brought to the pensive soul, aside from the certainty of another day of drought, dreams of better-paid work. Milk, the father of the puppy, crossed the patio in his turn and with a lazy moan of well-being sat beside Old. Because there were no flies both remained unmoving.
They turned their indifferent gazes on a passing ox and went on looking at things out of pure habit. Meanwhile the eastern sky commenced glowing in a fan shaped blaze of purple and the horizon lost its early morning precision. Milk crossed his front paws and felt a slight pain. He looked at his toes without moving them, deciding finally to sniff them. He had removed a flea the day before. In memory of what he had suffered he licked the full expanse of the toe. Old did not understand what he was referring to.
This time the puppy understood and after a long pause responded in like manner: One by one they quietened down again, convinced. The sun rose and in the first blaze of light the mountain turkeys cried out with the tumultuous trumpeting of a musical instrument. The dogs, golden in the oblique sun, half-opened their eyes, further enhancing the sweetness of their lives in a blessed blinking. Their friends arrived one by one: The five fox terriers spread out on the ground, deadened by their lives of ease, and slept.
After an hour they raised their heads.
They sensed the footsteps of their owner on the opposite side of the large two-level ranch, the lower level of which was made of mud, the upper of wood, with corridors and banisters on the stairs fit for a villa.
The owner stopped for a moment at the corner and looked at the sun, already high. A solitary night of whiskey drinking, a night more prolonged than usual, showed in his dead gaze and protuberant lower lip. While he washed, the dogs approached and smelled his boots, lazily wagging their tails.
Like trained wild animals, dogs can sense even the least indication of drunkenness in their masters. They slowly removed themselves and lay back down in the sun until the increasing warmth drove them into the shade.
The day continued precisely as those of the entire month had done: Jones went to the farm, examined the work of the day before, and returned to the ranch.
He did nothing that whole morning.
He ate lunch and then went up to take a siesta. Despite the heat and because the cotton was not yet free of weeds, the farmhands returned to work at two in the afternoon. After them followed the dogs, who had taken a liking to the cultivating process the previous winter when they learned how to fight the falcons for the white worms the plough brought to the surface.
Each of the dogs waited by a cotton plant, panting along with the dull blows of the hoe. In the meantime insolqcion heat intensified. In the silent landscape the dazzling sun vibrated the air on insoacion sides, distorting the view.
The turned over earth exuded an oven-like steam that the farmhands coped with as best they could, wrapped in flowing scarves up to their ears, as their silent work continued. The dogs changed their location every so often, determined to find cooler patches of shade. They lay down lengthwise until fatigue brought them on to their back paws, a position that enabled them to breath better.
A bleak plateau that had never been ploughed shimmered into view before them. There, the puppy suddenly saw Mr. Insolacjon sitting on a trunk gazing fixedly at him. Old got to his paws, wagging his tail.
The other dogs rose too, their hair bristling. The four older dogs growled dully, without shifting their eyes from Mr. Jones, who continued to sit unmoving, looking at them. Incredulous, the puppy started approaching insolaacion Prince bared his teeth: The others, without responding to the question, broke into furious, frightened barking. Jones had already vanished in the undulating air.
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On hearing the barks, the farmhands raised their eyes and turned their heads to see if a horse had entered the farm. Unable to distinguish anything, they bent over again. The fox terriers made their way back to the trail leading to the ranch. After Death would come a new master, misery, and kicks! They passed the remainder of the afternoon at the side of their owner, sombre and alert.
At the slightest noise, without even being sure of the direction it came from, they growled. Jones felt at ease in the company of his anxious guardians.
Finally, the sun sank behind the black palm tree by the stream and in the calm of the silvery night the dogs positioned themselves around the ranch while on the upper level Mr. At midnight they heard his steps and then the double sound of his boots tossed upon the floorboards. The light went out.
The dogs felt closer then than ever to the reality of a change of master and alone, outside the sleeping house, commenced whimpering. The puppy could only bark. The night wore on and the four older dogs, in a group beneath the moonlight, their snouts extended and swollen with their moans — snouts so well-fed and caressed by the master they were going to lose — continued whimpering their domestic misery.
The following morning Mr. Besides the fact that the earth had never been well ploughed, the blades of the hoe lacked an edge and with the rapid movement of the mules insolafion jumped out of the ground. He sharpened the blades. But a screw that he had already noticed was bad when he bought the machine broke when he tried indolacion put everything back together. He asked one of the farmhands to go to the nearest mill, lnsolacion that he take care of the horse, a good animal but one that had seen a great deal of sun.
He raised his head to look at the fluctuating sun of midday and insisted insolaciom he not gallop the horse for even a moment. Then he ate breakfast and went upstairs.
The siesta hour hung heavy, weighed down with light and silence. The surrounding area had become misty with the intense heat. Incited by what the word evoked, the puppy rose and barked at that.
In a moment he quietened down and, together with his friends, began defending himself against flies. A hen, lz beak open and its wings spread out, crossed the incandescent courtyard, trotting with heavy step in the heat. Prince lazily followed it with his eyes and then jumped. The horse the farmhand had taken entered the courtyard from the north insoacion its rider.
The dogs arched upon their paws and barked with cautious fury as Insolacipn drew nearer. Inslacion horse walked with its head lowered, apparently unsure which route to follow. Passing in front of the farm it took several steps in the direction of the well, slowly disappearing in inoslacion harsh light. He had not slept. As he prepared to continue assembling the hoe, the farmhand arrived unexpectedly. Despite the order given, he must have galloped to return so quickly. Unfastened, its mission completed, the poor horse, whose flanks bore the marks insolaclon countless beatings with the whip, shook and lowered its head and collapsed on its side.
Jones sent the farmhand, still ineolacion the whip, away; he would fire him if he had to keep listening to him apologising like a Jesuit. But the dogs were content. Death had looked for their owner but satisfied itself with the horse. They felt happy, free of worries, and were preparing to follow the hand to the farm when they heard Mr.
Jones in the distance, shouting out for the screw to be brought to him. But there was no screw. The store was closed; the manager was sleeping, etc. Jones, without replying, removed the casing and went off himself in search of the part. He stood up to the sun like one of the farmhands and the walk did wonders for his bad temper.
The dogs left with him but sought the shade of the first carob tree they sighted; it was too hot. From there they watched the owner move away on steady feet, frowning and observant. But fear of solitude overcame them insolacikn with heavy step they followed on after him. Jones obtained the screw and returned.