PollyStop
Está aprendendo inglês? Leia este conto em inglês →
A2 · Getting started 70 words · 1 min

Os Moinhos de Vento Velhos

High on the flat top of the hills, Polly found a row of round stone towers.

Illustration for Os Moinhos de Vento Velhos

Before you read

Before you read

Listen to Polly read it
Portuguese voice

No alto das colinas, Polly encontrou uma fila de torres de pedra redondas.

Eram moinhos de vento velhos. Hoje não têm telhado nem velas. São só torres abertas com janelas pequenas.

Eram moinhos de vento velhos. Hoje não têm telhado nem velas. São só torres abertas com janelas pequenas.

Há muito tempo, o vento forte girava os moinhos. Eles moíam o trigo para fazer farinha para a cidade.

Há muito tempo, o vento forte girava os moinhos. Eles moíam o trigo para fazer farinha para a cidade.

Polly olhou bem para a pedra. Era a mesma pedra dourada da caverna perto do mar. Ela começou a pensar.

Polly olhou bem para a pedra. Era a mesma pedra dourada da caverna perto do mar. Ela começou a pensar.

That's the story.

Your AI tutor

Now say it out loud. Talk about this story with Polly.

Polly is PollyStop's voice tutor. She talks with you about stories like this one, out loud.

Get PollyStop free.

  • A new graded story every day, with audio.
  • Save the words you meet and practise them later.
  • Speaking practice with feedback.
  • Polly, the voice tutor, is opening up to more learners.
Get PollyStop free Read another A2 story

Keep going at A2

Next stories

Um Grão de Sal At dawn Polly sits on the lighthouse at the very tip of the town, watches the fishing boats leave, and flies out over the sea with the taste of one grain of salt. A Torre Entre Dois Mares Polly climbs the one hundred and forty-six wooden steps of Piran's bell tower, a small copy of the one in Venice, and sees the town lying between a sea of water and a sea of salt. O Lado Sossegado Across a stream, the old half of the salt pans has gone back to the birds; Polly stands among little egrets and learns the salt workers' winter saying. A Flor de Sal On a hot still evening, thin crystals bloom on the surface of the brine, and Polly watches the finest salt of all being lifted with a net on a wooden frame.

All Portuguese stories by level →

Read this story in another language.

Same story, different language. Compare the shape and rhythm without losing the plot.

English German Polish Slovak Spanish Swedish Tamil

Keep learning in PollyStop

Listen, save words, practise

Get the app