English–Portuguese parallel text
The Train to Leeds
O Trem para Leeds
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An original English story from The Night Bakery · A padaria da noite · Episode 19, with the Portuguese beside it, paragraph by paragraph. Read it online, or download it as a dual-language ebook.
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Walter bent down slowly and picked up the wet bag with his good hand. He looked inside at the cold bread. Then he walked past Ana, into the kitchen, and threw it in the bin.
Walter se abaixou devagar e pegou o saco molhado com a mão boa. Ele olhou para dentro, para o pão frio. Depois, passou por Ana, foi até a cozinha e jogou tudo no lixo.
He didn’t say anything more. Ana didn’t ask. They both knew there were questions in the room, and they both left them there.
Ele não disse mais nada. Ana não perguntou. Os dois sabiam que tinha perguntas no ar, e os dois deixaram elas ali.
At breakfast, Jess came down with a letter in her hand. Her face was pink. “Grandad. Ana. I have to tell you something.” She looked at Ana. Ana gave her a small smile.
No café da manhã, Jess desceu com uma carta na mão. O rosto dela estava cor-de-rosa. “Vovô. Ana. Eu tenho que contar uma coisa para vocês.” Ela olhou para Ana. Ana deu um sorriso pequeno para ela.
“There’s an open day at the university in Leeds on Saturday. You can see the buildings and talk to the teachers. For architecture. I want to go.” She took a breath. “And I have a letter from London too. They want to see me in the spring.”
“Tem um dia aberto na universidade em Leeds no sábado. A gente pode ver os prédios e falar com os professores. Para arquitetura. Eu quero ir.” Ela respirou fundo. “E eu também recebi uma carta de Londres. Eles querem me ver na primavera.”
Walter put down his cup. He looked at Jess for a long time. Ana was afraid he was going to be angry. But he only said, “Architecture. Like your drawings.”
Walter colocou a xícara na mesa. Ele olhou para Jess por um longo tempo. Ana tinha medo de ele ficar bravo. Mas ele só disse: “Arquitetura. Como os seus desenhos.”
“You know about my drawings?”
“Você sabe dos meus desenhos?”
“I’m old, Jess. I’m not blind.” He drank his tea. “I can’t go with you on Saturday. Somebody has to make the bread, and my hand…”
“Eu sou velho, Jess. Não sou cego.” Ele bebeu o chá. “Eu não posso ir com você no sábado. Alguém tem que assar o pão, e a minha mão…”
“I can go with her,” Ana said. “After the baking. If you can do the shop alone.”
“Eu posso ir com ela”, Ana disse. “Depois de assar o pão. Se você pode cuidar da loja sozinho.”
Walter nodded. And for one second, Jess put her arms round her grandad. Then she ran upstairs, very fast, so nobody could see her face.
Walter concordou com a cabeça. E por um segundo, Jess abraçou o avô. Depois, ela correu para o andar de cima, bem rápido, para ninguém ver o rosto dela.
On Saturday, at a quarter past eight, Ana and Jess were at Hollin Bridge station. It was a small station at the top of the town, with two platforms and one ticket machine.
No sábado, às oito e quinze, Ana e Jess estavam na estação de Hollin Bridge. Era uma estação pequena no alto da cidade, com duas plataformas e uma máquina de bilhetes.
“Two returns to Leeds, please,” Ana said to the machine. Then she laughed. “I always talk to machines. In English, they understand me better than people.”
“Duas idas e voltas para Leeds, por favor”, Ana disse para a máquina. Depois, ela riu. “Eu sempre falo com máquinas. Em inglês, elas me entendem melhor do que as pessoas.”
Jess looked at the timetable. “Platform two. Eight thirty-two. The journey is fifty minutes. We’re going to be early for once.”
Jess olhou o horário. “Plataforma dois. Oito e trinta e dois. A viagem dura cinquenta minutos. A gente vai chegar cedo, pelo menos uma vez.”
The train went through green hills, little stone towns and fields with sheep. Ana was tired after her night of work, but she couldn’t sleep. She watched Jess. Jess was watching the window, with her headphones round her neck.
O trem passou por colinas verdes, cidadezinhas de pedra e campos com ovelhas. Ana estava cansada depois da noite de trabalho, mas não conseguia dormir. Ela olhava para Jess. Jess estava olhando pela janela, com os fones de ouvido no pescoço.
“Can I ask you something?” Jess said suddenly. “Do you miss your dad?”
“Posso te perguntar uma coisa?”, Jess disse de repente. “Você sente falta do seu pai?”
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