"JUMPING, THE LITTLE MAGIC DOG" (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

¡Ignacio felt boring in that immense room! It was nine in the morning on a Monday and he had nothing to do. His life did not have sense. He had much money and he has not the needed to work. True friends did not exist. He knew very well that those bohemians were loyal to his fortune, but not to him. His one and only true companion was his dog Jumping, beautiful Schnauzer gray color, small and mischievous. Certain day that he was walking around the avenue The Beach, he saw the small dog lost and stopped in front of him. The little animal was looking at him so tenderly, that rare thing in Ignacio, so carefree, without knowing why, took the dog between his arms and led him to his house giving shelter and food. Surely, the dog was well kept because he was beautiful. The white teeth reflect his age: Three or four months. Ignacio did not find a suitable name for his pet. Always called him: -"Come here boy”, and the little dog ran toward him. He jumped in two paws when he wanted to achieve something, then the young man he said: -jumps, jumps, jumping and the puppy jumping. From that moment the small Schnauzer, the protected of the millionaire was called Jumping. Sometimes Ignacio danced in his room with the music of a waltz and Jumping imitated him. He was admired by the knowledge of the small dog. As he had nothing better to do he bought a book to train him dedicating all his time to this work. Jumping and his owner were sleeping together. This Monday, as always, Ignacio woke up at nine in the morning. The dog moved his legs lazily snuggling in bed, as telling Ignacio that he still had dream. Both sheltered sleeping again until twelve. Mary, his housekeeper, never came to the room before eleven. She was carrying a delicious orange juice or ice cream to soothe the discomfort caused by a night of liquor with the buddies that were so vague as him. Ignacio was avid of adventures, but he was lazy as he did not know what to do. All nights invited his comrades and played letters while they drank large quantities of whisky. The bohemians were drunk to the three or four in the morning, at which time Saltarín and Ignacio going to sleep. The group of friends was formed by: Luis Muñoz, painter, Jorge Suárez, musician, Miguel Acevedo, poet and Mario Ospina, writer and they all were equal to Ignacio: -Unconcerned. They did not occupied their time working because of this, they do not progressed. Some night, with the head darkened by the liquor, his comrades commented him the reality and sadness of the life of poverty and humility. He never had need of work and that's why he was so insensitive to the pain of others. In return, they had a great heart and they were inspired by the misery for their paintings, poems and writings. They said to the young man of twenty-five years that he was not able to go, not even for a single day, in a poor neighborhood in the city. Ignacio, totally drunk responded to his friends: - Let us do something better. - Let us bet that I can live for two years in the most absolute misery. -If I break my word I will give all my money to charitable institutions or to you. -If I won, you will work free for me during a year. They drafted a letter where each one of them stamped their signature. Mario, considered as the most serious of them saved the writing. That Monday, when Ignacio awoke, he remembered vaguely what had happened, knowing that he had pawned his word, he decided to get up and begin to fulfill that stupid bet made in a moment of insanity: - ¡"Live in misery"! -¡What horror! Thought Ignacio. But he had to meet his word, because otherwise, he had to spend the rest of his life in absolute poverty. It never.