From the stories:
Hip and ANARE voea
(also flying ducks).
LUSSIETA
(dialect of the Riviera del Brenta; Lucia, luxury)
I.
Na shearing of this goddess fameja Scroco. Xe tuto on this name as el programa de wreaths nobii venessiani speaker system. The Cape, esenpio seems, on cape de fameja new system, and port de Sora bea home in sight of the Barbarigo sinque Taja beards shaved to all sorts nemissi know, the honor sbessoea goddess, goddess Lussieta Voja na de do well in body Greater and, other than 'de Ndar scroco. Ghe and saw far away in a few sinboi, Air Nova, vaeori guardian, the first made between dream and reality of novesento. Uncuò the x-mass, Salto El counted between life and fantasy, to lose their heads on false corendoghe drio, maeora bona na pai dotor from nerves, but within Cucagna pa'eori Ciapa same dae mania, in case I brake to sarveo. Pastil! Ze and this life? On day of late, on day one and never by sheep bon.
Semo in the country, on land between the Brenta and Sacis neither big nor picoeo, el rhinestones and know the history canbiandose banknotes, to memorize the little rest is lost el mejo. Hold el patron saint, beard longa, spetativa miracoi but the real miracle el xe naltra stuff: el tuti sconbussoea our plans, it happens every day or no'l el xe tuti par, par in the event invesse who deserves and / or hip who par ghe not believe, then if and when life struc core LURD, za xe on this miracle.
Nea vecia cesa spoja on canpion el canpanie, picoeo no'l disfigures against cieo el: el him from a party person and bee hours, to quee de canpana sad every time she cried. In the country I'm from
vecio ghe gera the Gnoco, the Scarpia longhi and lean, mourned the Pigosso el par Busara the living dead, the past always Magon, tuti el fameja soranomi each his own. The sign appears when zovani uncuò door at city hall, co Vecie and more failures novi de peche fameja. El
I dream, and Bea and cocoea Lussieta, el gera Siori world, enough metarghe on foot in the second and, eco beo ready and that fate. If Pissa in Hamlet that the dise ga USA; by four paeanche el de poareti sew on cavaeti el de Pajon scartossi de Formenton in any case the bath on the loose leto both the pharmacy and smell Siori the walls, and sister who once stomego neta.
"Lavorarò aea granda scuoea nea de Merlet de Buran, head merletara maybe metar in my own, and that day I'll be hip na sioreta respect." Cuss by sararghe and boca a tuti. Fixed
of this stuff and while embroidering, embroidery fates at home, in the Cusina fogoearo or nea to the bea stajon onbra of Moraro, a more de par in any court because of the silkworms, naltra Rason de gain. Zovane and Vecie spunciando, and sang in the choir and canson de coupe: bea gigiota, and the fameja gobon; de cantussà love notes in soe camara from the Ciaro de Canfin, sensation Alsar and tear from the head if not on the man and fiantin strissà oci decades, and since he founded the first known to de 'OVING in Hamlet when he fell from and I am. "All in Lussieta Hamlet" ghe sigava already know fate sea el are first. Doman de bonora if ricominsiava. Hip and
contestassion gera soeo in singing and dee done:
"I think sea and me feel soto El camino para
faseva accounts maridarme me,
on vecio de zovane sixty and I know
co tuti the fields never know eo marry her. "
II. If
on Sior aea bea moo Penacio el ghe meteva the people murmured: el ga exchange Gaina; uncùo x Femenia this stuff, and if they Zenti infis-cia whether and canbe WEAG, except landscape done by first pajena, quee breaking and Barbi restoration, if voe de eore understanding won the Institute, and miracoi life now. Bea donates! Poor man! At no ea'ndava
soe ever, or pai de fora de paja CANP head on with a great ae, and become afraid of default, if anxiety and gave her face powder Petals na paca de par de pee Essar even whiter. Fazeva so far: ... Siora Signora!
Dae know de man Veude, on ZOGO between the pull of the fii soto sora and tear on a tea destirà, gera vedare by statute, the embroidery of the most beautiful and renowned bank at conossui Venessia. The pot May soto nce ended screwdriver in Casson, who works in vendu on scarsea no ghe missing. A note on the work of a sofito calsina, and s-onbre Ciantis Canfin if moved from dreams to prepare.
"That bee man, Lussieta! Voria caressartee par overall and for life "in Zenock Sardee Nane.
"Grassie many! Lassa lose. De tuti i Sardee you are in sauce bon soeo aea Visentina El gera on stranbo type on a little, to be held in check by the CIAP know the right way. De
days, Apen el need and gave the man na CANP, and Vendome, spanociare, or the rancor of morning flowers of flax che'l soe first born, and dowry par de meso Marida and shear, only seven Femenia de fioi.Ea na man gave the CANP, Vendome, spdemeso Na de Pessa rinforsai kind of gloves, and fates of tailor-ghe repaired and as a ojo de mandoea massajae. Who knows bee caresse, soft as a paragon of Essar Deich and I know as a man or mejo and goddesses muneghe tete. And if the head on rujava fassoeto sedation in head by coeo el soto de paja, de off aea pa 'el soe no Ciapa cuerta and overalls, and Signor de Gavere fashion among white and pee, of late. Gera very much! El Primo de Marso, Suea door of the house, if 'boring ndava al'indrio cantussando: "Mars, Mars no, intenseme el el cuo but no face!" And I'm not missing a ritual. Bronsai if he fell from the rank, the bath in late Pope faseva de Mussa. Now if and Onse, and if more sbrodega par Essar, on ciocoeatin, shame dapartuto, el costume na strasseta coeori to live with sottocoa as Cava, el unseasoned and conceals it not to fart fora, ris-ing from the mass maeani soe. Tastes and Tenpa canbiai question de ocio, and sarvei by Struss nea Sabia. A
disdoto animals, to be well voere by tuti, and between stroke x and de spania svoeassarghe many flies back, hoping to par and amicissia first calcossa de pì after, as the par rufianessi no ghe and gave no rope. OCIA
by Nino from pute, and no podeva scanparghe cress together. I'm toso, na flaw drio staltra, carogneta by Bocia to quatordese if ani el ga Slongo, verto forums from vedare, na de bar man, who was born and I know it seems spuaa finger tuti. El s-ciopa de saeute!
"Brutus peasants!" I complained to the sea, weapon SCOA de pe marachee many, "and that half Bastari ghe it fate."
"Mama, you ringrassia el peasant tajasse me the veins and therapeutic vegnaria forums! Brutus no, you will doom me ghe, not know from Butare.
"Go well, be well," mesa seca I know the sea.
Te savissi many tose OCIA me. "
" Atento, Nino! "Maternal instinct.
" core drio And me, I know tuto by Varda ", posing mas-cia.
" Catetene a adata to you, e. .. and that is bona, de good home, and that no pacioea. Ea Lussieta, quea Lussieta no dispiase gnanca ", Waving high street and as I'm thinking par Butare.
" Cossa I can say, mama, and I de? ", Institute de scato saltandoghe valgoe and head.
" I noffink this, just noffink! Nino, el xe country! In the town if he knows tuto de tuti. "
" Go well, par seca what, if axle Pacio no'l ga de mejo. I ghe Tájar the country and lengua. That Rabia! Lassa the dam. X bored with the MOEA to ghe soi. Mama, rufianandose, Lussieta par and I and xe tuto! "
III.
" I Go Capio, x and Zenti that madness! Voeubie, the dise, the Sparla, it seems to say, enjoy the mae of others. No
par Nino. Difissie metarghe head robe nine par Farge canbe idea, na fixed picoeo and more large, and in no way is neither holy nor ghe gera madone, much or often miss el: el first love did not marry.
Finia and fifth grade, most of svejo others, on eo ga sent by the priest in the rectory, on little to learn from latin to lost hours, including discarded Zaghet na, de dotrina hours, or national charity to do, and cuss away, on par farghene priest who knows. Tuto par on this beautiful toco that, magna Foja and, if el toso ga aea stove end. Priest not! Ea
Lussieta el gera I thought hard, I'm in ciodo sarveo, and paroea secret, none come from ghe sigaea stronger de na de Saraca tenporae, no drilling on the verge of butandoea s-Ciop. Soeo in the meso CANP, scanpà by el tuti Upon your podeva as rapio Peten and know tera with OCI, the Albari in el sima and sunset on the evening, and co nuvo red foam: fogo of love, and Lussieta. Eo Par cuss gera senpre spring waterfall and are leaves on Albari ecoe silver in the middle of winter so nea fantasy. Ea brosema. And when spring hip, a fairy goddess pì his big step gera and storming, with dim criada na, na bote de installment seems to know, and Hamlet do scueassoni sensation sena, or daddy na a man on the rovers face quee pì still large, MOEA co na closely at heart, I know the second born deicatin sea. But once na cressuo, strong and robust eating for four. Discount
drio the Albaro, for its part, co el frightened and sling on the osei Upon your caciatore in sight between the gera fioi punches, hip largest de eo, de longo peandron ditches par mass over time, if a spring around de spoil Gnar. As dispeti canpion on, if not their heads gera gera and Pansa Pansa by toads, empty the sotovose par ridarghe drio some panson. Paroea fatty diaeta where our stuff is well-meaning ga on Ciara. De resentment against the Bourbons in Napo, the Pope in Rome, more heresy that curse, but it seems the rest of us is a Venetian paroeassa to laugh. Xe Goldoni this, el tuto know the world: give Our SpA and in its par canbiaeo mejo. A
scuoea now ricreassion de tuti fora in court, the maximum we zogava flag scondarse the cantons. "An Quarantania tan, cibù fracabu, at the beo de noaltri tric-trac," buta fiastroca fora. Soit de el picoeo more diver or not even clever. Cuss began ZOGO el. A oci be counted until at forty, movendose fashioned fashioned unearthed a par time in the high-el Vose name, and do "flag if riussiva el par de race tocare the first partensa Albaro de, de SpA and chased, and de question de fureghin Ganbare . No, not looking at the many co mandoeoni gera Fassie.
El "canpanon" pae tose, ZOGO eore adapted to: send and boast tade co soeo on foot, by staltro I scored on a framework par tera, thirst like a goddess weeks, the last and largest el domenega, do the rest co footer first de Rorn Indri, and won some ciamarse boring and apart. Coreva senpre by Nino is partly scondarse, Fassa par find him the "ps ... ps .." and to Lussieta in flames oci. And laughed, gave her to mato na man ghe, On Saro Siora na "in response. No ghe and gave twine, eo in fifth grade, and most animals do Indri, scuoea de same country. What fun
el festival of goddess with Suea "carousel Pead" Push de man, with segioini caenee voeanti. The shear, those high and large, among the paratroopers on Brassi goddess ride on aneo sora de toea back to paeo principae de meso; na bota de partensa and I scored from soto street to put out as mussi Suà par on any tour de carousel regaeà diese. In a way I am and rotassion de zovani fresh, hip or poareti de bona fameja co divertirse little, three laps na el paeanca or more good CIAP and s-Ciona, the de picoeon paeo de fora, no pay on schematic. Nino
there, gave up the grossier el ocio, de zogava astussia on Stangoni co soto upstream and Lussieta, nee know his man. Caen el ghe gave his all jostling around on parks and stronger voeasse high sigandoghe drio Institute in FIA
"Back zo para mi!"
"Svoeo away! If you Ciapa el voeo scanparia." It seemed to have any ghe vissin and largest moon.
Al "Casot of Machi" roda and turned round with a grimace showing the personaji stranoti and ciaciarà: strings, rufiani, villains, kings and queens, and among many hip diavoeo el. Sinque Schei bae de quatro de segaura inbotie Pessa. It was enough to pull from Forsa, question de ocio, para blow up and heads if the center in full. To perhaps pull bae de gera beo rabaltarhe the king and his head Indrio SpA and so de sfogarse; aea end weight semo canbe de hip noaltri'm secoeo baeordo.
IV.
"A three ... do ... ..," Ciapa el diavoeo in full on the nose, and head of picoeon Dadra, and that he felt Lussieta on taste as to give with convulsed format: "ghe Te someji to diavoeo, that fradei "Nino stood ZOGO, to benefit from it with brasso de strensea in life. "Up and man from the bench and !"..; cascade.
Other than the devil, el gera on omo. Ea nogara, piantà davanti casa quando el xe nato e cressui insieme aea granda, fra e rame pì grosse ea tegneva ben saldo el casoto dee gaine. Via via cresseva ea nogara pì alto el casoto, scaete de fio de fero man man zontae, pioi adati de selgaro stajonà.
Prima de note e gaine saiva, on selegaro za sue sime. Gera el ponaro al sicuro dai ladri, svodà quasi tuti i ani queo a muro co tanto de feriae e canevasso a ciave; in aria soto el cieo de maeatia e gaine no e moriva come uncuò.
E i do fra eori: "Ghe voe tanto a dirme de si?"
"Nè si nè no pal momento", stratejia de femena. "E a riparlarghene quando sarò siora. Nino, go pressa de svoeare via. El paese me va streto!"
"I then 'OVING away, and lead me far from hip soeo "..., Rabia tegnùe senpre its strings.
winter, little to do in CANP, Muraro ecoeo hip-el de ranciarse noaltri Venetian-bravo to do bigger and father's house: do ROOMS in the IP on balcon de quea sora, and her, senpre note on verto de ocio Suea nogara. El vardar boast par tuti. Toddlers el secoeo Promethean time, in regard to hip and guera; para el vardar Indrio himself. The esperiensa de SpA and its never weighs no age and no seems and feels the animal and the wrinkles on her and pee.
"Benedet Femenia, el priest to know the sea, sveja! Shear xe Ea lived, fea rajona."
"Soeo on little freedom in more de other dae tose, Sior park. Saeo to me mario toso el ghe Garbari hip. "
" Lasse loss, and you parona vu! "
" I? "dae nuvo like waterfalls." xe Ea shear fissada el sarveo with embroidery. "
" E vu ricamarghe sora. Fioea unique that! "El caghesso xe no dominion. And among el camisa eo cavandose finia to Mass in the sacristy," Mata mata and more shear and sea! "From animal
invesse fioea ghe magnate and laughed in the know head to sea. and pee ghe 'ndava closely as na nova camisa de no measure after bathing. Nino But in my heart, I know ninot el eo brought up, sora de tuto:' OVING in universities, which pay very little embroidery no gera, na together to make life I miss grama, ANSI sioreta, de quee venessiane Longhi de pacioea and Curt de brasso.
On shore Nino eo gaveva shore par de say so. At age quea no se ga rival if not themselves. If the entry of Scopoea Carletto, Drita na sword as "el el han ga ingiotio SCOA goddess," type pignoeo, de poche paro, and as for a confidense .... gnanca. Tuto el pien de pot May inside himself. Gera and maximum sararse to know the suspect and no amigo fidarse, Scot de na more time. The secret to soeo x tui. Doman, the Frua amicissia, diver drafts Institute. In a way if I am charged, finding no vent buso de el s-ciopa departed from his stroke. And the blows of his head, no rare and weight uncuò, corente stuff of life. If you pay will be in vertical or mass would be, if charged aea end, accordion pull el FIA do sometimes.
Eo and Lussieta pot May and fixed while soto hours and into the heart of the tachi second goddesses know moons, full or dark sensation quarters. Aea procession de saint that streak, za known fairy, and pyro drio Ciaret on balconies and street, and frogs in the ditches where the gionfava s-sing, goddess FIA last fora s-el if Ciapa prides na co corajo time near the head of metendose highway in the exhibition. If there faseva tapa, el gera on sea de inpissà Candee, everyone and his alsava. Ea Lussieta, Madaen and penta taca crose, and do toe inciodà na man de calsina sora, white wedding dress in early par l'occasion, ramen pose in the know pecati Pitari between flowers and Tress MOEA Dadra na cascade de Caveja sides . El
long gone if lost in the chorus of vodo CANP, more dirge I sing about death and de crose returning to and turned on.
V.
"Ghe voe de no time to tell me?" Me heart Metalia el pase. Well I love you always! "Tirado na suit to high Vose. Scanbià el mocoeo, if used between shear and tose of wheat between ghe Fusse EORI Comins par if not, try el baso on and on in more strucon with brasso and back life.
"Site mato?" vardo back in Madaen pose. "No te digo yes or no, maybe ...," stayed soi naltro time now, smell and fumes from being de stuarse Candee.
Capio el bergamo , de more no than yes, tired of spices and speranse or lost, I know the sea frac ghe de vedeo bride, el xe volunteer, ansi in C co Carlet, Paea guera in Pomerania, or perhaps de la zo, in Prussina if he understood. Up there, to el Baltic Sea, the fortune of the soldai inperatore the well-paid, if diseva. In on paro de ani, put on daparte beo grussoeto, and fairy gera: CANP in your home, ansi par Nino more therapeutic. Carlet invesse ga co pays and for life, neither alive nor dead seems lost in the round on de paro de months. And tuto finio there, who knows how, who knows where. El xe hail world seems to have no na guera inpiantà, ansi a war over de quee sconossue sensation, and seems to have mass picoeo and pase, senpre quea and Soča. So
sea, and Signora Lagna, no gavendo pì lagreme, gave no se pase "Xe as I am eo gavesse copa quea fioeo my" way to do what ever name. Lussieta, desmentegare name, beo el hip bore mae, el ghe rons in the head. "Come, come, no parlemoghene gnanca! And do mame fre eore dacordo that 'the fate mae the next if he pays, at least na xe stuff I'm right in the world." Gera el
bank cuss when Lussieta goddess, perhaps or par par Rason, el de Ciapa voeo. Tera de ghe country now and my feet shook soto, and muttered Zenti. And on nice days, "Ea Lussieta part, and Lussieta part!" by na boca el tuto Soèa country, meso guilty. Call Venessia several times, and Countess Albig ghe Tegna, and spices for a long time pa 'el ricamarghe Coredo a fioe three goddesses, and I first married soon. What came back .... and
Lussieta Chis; seemed ghe de el Realise dream goddess pì beo know life, roto aea end coe know the same man, or cuss el destin; x no'l our se'l falls off. Aea notissia quea evening at Nino de no laps and enjoyed together, and either mail to bea cause: "No, no, turned to the country! ... At no cost, no Savaria: a cost of ciamarte on nice days. Yes, I need Gavar de ti! Bauchet, spetame. And may God send mea bona tuti to give. ...
Mae do not "have no fear", its CIAP Headline exactmatch lu seng. As a pledge of those on baso de nce, Apen relief and Masseo , el beo goddess transgressions tomorrow bride CIES.
Later on through the wall of simitero el longo, de fora eo, el ga if collision with Carlet in hussar uniform, poorly Ciapa in saeute. No ghe seemed real, el amigo know dearest .
"site back? Where veto around Ste hours of the night? To mama, poareta, you spec home from national life." And the man and darghe par abrassarse el el strense vodo punch.
"Vague, vague! Stanote Both a and give vague way Danova. Gaveva Rason me mama
Quea notes," ... Lussieta Lussieta !..." donut and felt by soto el balcon. Eo ga No concerns, but in el scricoeava any burrs from the wind. Girandose in el el leto are not come, and he thought Nino de pe know SpA and large farmers, a hand to and know, that Bruseghin na de de inserts dreams gives zovane, Femenia del Pi, by de jump shot senton in de bathroom on Sister. Quea Vose donut that by drilling and no gera soit de Nino in his own way, perhaps naltra, Carlet who knows quae world
morning Ea later, vais Fagot and ready, and saeudi lagreme into account, and that led caret el Lussieta Malcontenta to Ciapa vaporeto para el Venessia if ga zo par rovers the burnt of the Brenta, longo old woman and goddess Mira road. On lanpo, meso de el hip tenporae on arrival, ga orba cavaeo el, if el ga inpenà and off to suit goeopo bira and roti in the harness with the rest finio caret el semen de cana travel in el, el gnanca Tenpo de donut help then followed by spacamondo ton. El toca aea Lussieta weight x-bottomed, coea sixth of IFI and the League of needles brasso. Gera and SIE batu recently, except cocio el pa 'miracoeo. Merlet I do about the water ghe gaejava, inamidai daea corente leads to el sea Comins and s-like Giossi Grose lagreme quee up pesse, vee el swollen from the water toward the bottom. El Al
funerae Whole country wept, no venue was missing from many countries, young faces, Pora shear, seems always lost in between the needles I fii, mae Tirà spuncià and embroidery in mass living goddess I know Curtis. Tuti if SPET, dae Pacio around, vèdare rivare de Carlet de MIIT travel in uniform. Among EORI ociade de Travers, gera true or not quea Vose goddess night before, macho, if no'l ga fate alive! Forever. No country in the sea and I know first par eo ga seen since the last time, he was partito.Pora Lussieta, seems always lost in the needles and I know fii, spuncià and mae sure
Nino de Gave well as in de facia return daea guera, both insisted el, el ghe Fiave drio to give the Numara, and I know na picoea story closely in the heart. Nol is pi x eo finger de tuti, senpre weight, hollow white soon, and pass de el ... simitero gnanca dead!
VI.
Xe invesse true, and party pa de adio, MOEA seems we feel, Carlet saeudava the meeting Ostaria amiss. El country once gera na na Soèa fameja, fever on the foot in a tuti felt mae, the non-dae our parts. With the world rovers de uncuò x weight and country goddess Sita if there are no known, if the desmentega here.
"Speremo de vedarse in saeute," fasendo mignoeo index and the horns. "Ghe Gavar many to count when it Tornari, and ghe was shaking and Vose, co na man pararia sticking out to send away the thoughts. Nino on the sidelines, once na soi "If Lussieta and will not miss and I will be yours, but those that ghe voe de tuti as well!" Aea the end if a toast ga buta tracanando de tuto, wine and hard liquor, ALSA el pien goto Upon your vodo. Feast! Sigava "lucky" those present tuti, paid to do. Aea end inbriaghi shrunken, de Weight brought home and put into Hamlet, and three par Paire hangover .. Luxuries
ghe around now if he sees one or more of almost suits, busie nine banboe de el Pessa to step pì longo Ganbare goddess, goddesses desora own stuff perhaps, a few banks and donut luck with conpromessi know. Staltre if he loses by augorarghe naltro fate, more beo Tenpa with that core, and footer partera lost sense of sight and life seems to be no way butaea noffink.
1950.
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I.
A girl of the family of the latch. The name says it all as the arms of some noble Venetian speaker. The Hat, for example, a hat in the family crest above the door in plain sight, the Barbarigo five beards shaved to cut all their enemies, the honor of the chin; Lussieta a desire in the body to well, the biggest, simply go to latch. She saw far in the few symbols, fresh air, old values, the first made between dream and reality of the early twentieth century. Today there are too many jumps the contact between life and fantasy, a false to lose his head running after him, a damn good for the doctors of the nerves, treat for them but in the space taken by the same obsessions, in case I'm a stop to the brain. Tablets! And 'this life? A day to milk, eggs a day and never a good.
We are in the country, a country between the Brenta and Saccisica neither big nor small, tear her story changed the face, sent to the little memory remained lost the best. Holds out the patron saint, unshaved, expected miracles but the miracle is something else will break all our plans, it does not happen every day and is not for everyone, but the case for those who deserve it and even for those not believe, then life takes whether it runs close to Lourdes, this is already a miracle.
In the old church tower the bare sample, however small it looks good against the sky for centuries played a beautiful holiday hours, those sad tears every time a bell.
old in this country were the gnocchi, Scarpia long and lean, the Pigosso who mourn the dead man to cheat the living, the past always Magon, all nicknames all his family. Young people today take the one marked in City Hall, with its old sins over the new family breakdowns.
His dream, beautiful, and pamper the Lussieta, was the world of lords, just put one foot in here ready, nice and done. If they wet the bed say they sweat, the kennel of four soldiers of the poor, stands on the pallet of cones corn, but in any case, the wet leaves stains on the bed and smell, both gentlemen and poor, who cleans sweat and vomit.
"I will work in the great school of Burano lace, maybe a lace head-I will sit on his own, that day I will be wealthy, so shut up everyone.
With this fixed while embroidering, embroidery, handmade in the kitchen by the stove or in the summer shade of the mulberry tree, more than one in any court because of the silkworms, another source of income. Young or old punctuating the songs they sang in chorus Hague Gigiota the beautiful, the family of gobbon; oil lamp at night with the humming in love sun room without raising his head from the frame, if not a bit 'to wring her hands over her eyes shining, and late at night before going to bed when they fell to sleep. "Go to bed, Lussieta," cried the mother already taken the first sleep. Tomorrow we start again as early.
The dispute was only in song and women:
"My father and mother were sitting on the fireplace
accounts to get married, an old man of sixty
'young years and I'm
with all its fields never marry him "
II.
If a man with the beautiful wife putting the horns the people murmured hen has changed and today it is female, people do not care if you change your cock, except for women of cover, the ones that break, Barbi restored, they want know everything, life and miracles now. Beautiful woman! Poor man!
the sun do not ever exposed, or to go out in the fields with a straw hat with large wings, the fear of growing arrears, rather it gave more passes in the face with powder petals to be even whiter skin. It was so late: ... lady Lady!
velvet from her hands, a game between the fingers pulling the strings upside down on the frame to stretch the canvas was to be seen, the most beautiful embroidery of fame arrived and known in Venice. He kept them under lock and key in the chest once finished, then sold a penny in his pocket could not be lacking. A work at night on foot ceiling, shadows, and sparks of the kerosene lamp prepared dreams.
"That bee man, Lussieta! I would pick her for life "in the knee Sardee Nane.
"Thank you so much! Forget it. Of all the Sardee (Sardina) are good only fried with onion and vinegar to Vicenza. "It was a bit like a 'weird, freno.prendendolo to keep in the right direction for her.
the day, just the need, helped out on the fields, harvesting, Spannocchia or pick the flowers of the flax before the sun was born, half of the dowry to marry the girl, only girl of seven children.
a kind of netting reinforced gloves, made of his hand to measure, repaired the hands of almond oil massage. Who knows what nice touch, soft in comparison to be as delicate as his hands, or better as the tits of the nuns. He wrapped his head with a silk handkerchief from his neck under his straw hat, a large wing for not taking the sun and covered the whole, the fashion among the ladies have white skin, was very fine! On March 1, on the back door of the house came out humming: March, yes, no March, tingimi ass but her face not. She did not want to miss this ritual, it fell in rank Tanned, Poppea bathed with milk from a donkey. Now you
grease is plastered to be tanned, a greasy chocolate everywhere, the costume, a cloth in bright colors with undertail like horses, hides and hides out in his breast, the risk of illnesses from too much sun. Matter of taste and time changed eye, ostrich head in the sand. At eighteen, to get well wishes from everyone has suddenly blossomed among many flies flying around, hoping for her first friendship into something more later, as matchmaking rope did not give it to anyone. Scrutinized by Nino as a child, could not escape growing together. This guy, a flaw after another, carognetto a boy, fourteen years has been lengthened, which was developed to look at a pole of a man, born and his father spat said by all. Bursting with health!
Ugly farmer! "On the cake his mother, armed with a broom to the many pranks, has made a lot of that half would be enough.
"Mom, I thanked the farmer: I would cut off the veins off the ground! Not bad, you made me you are not to be thrown out. "
" Go well, be well, 'a bit annoyed her mother.
"If you knew how many girls I spotted"
"Look, Nino!" Snuff mother
"I ran after, I am watching everything from" male posing
"Trovatene one for you, and ... it's good, good to home and not talk too much. The Lussieta, that Lussieta Sorry not even "high Waving his hand to ward off this thought.
"What can you say, Mom, you you?" Shooting saltatogli the OHV
"I see nothing, absolutely nothing! Nino is the country! In the country we know everything about everybody. "
" Go well, as annoyed, let him talk if not better. I cut off the country's language. Blimey! When they are tired of the plant. Mom, in Acconci, the Lussieta is everything to me! "
III.
"I understand it, but it is the people who lust! Too volatile, they say, gossip, seems to speak ill of others to enjoy. "
No to Nino. Hard to take the lead new things to make him change his mind, a fixed smaller and grow up, so there were no saints or Madonnas, let alone said, the first love you never married.
After the fifth grade, smarter than many others, have sent her to the priest at the rectory, to learn a bit 'empty hours to Latin, including a Mass by altar boy, hours of teaching or a charity to do, and so way to make a priest who knows. All this for a while 'that ate the leaves, the boy got sick at the end. Priest not! The
Lussieta was his constant thought, this nail in the brain, the secret word, he was to shout louder than thunder, do not throw out on the verge of exploding. Only in the countryside, away from everyone as soon as he could, as a kidnapped combed his land with the eyes, the trees on the foliage, and higher in the evening sunset, the clouds with the red foam: the fire of love, Lussieta . For him it was always spring here they were falling leaves silver tree in the middle of winter in his imagination. Spring even when made of them one of his biggest was the storm passed, a scolding slap, slapped by her father, and two lost away to bed without dinner., Or a slap on the face of man down to those larger still, given with a narrow heart, born according to his gentle mother. But when he grew strong and robust eating for four.
Hidden by trees, on family land, frightened the birds with a slingshot just a hunter in sight fists were boys, with a few years older than him, pelandroni along the ditches to kill time, whether around the spring to spoil the nests. How to tease a sample, if it was not the head was the belly, belly toads thrown in subheading for a few belly laugh. Word fat in our dialect, unlike other talk where this thing has a clear meaning, the hatred. Against the Bourbons in Naples, Rome, the Pope, the most blasphemous heresy, but for us this Venetian word that laughter. E 'Golconi, you will understand, his whole world laugh at our expense to change for the better.
At school, the hours of recreation all out in the yard, the boys were playing "flag" to hide in every corner. "Antan Quarantania, cibù fracabù, for the most beautiful among us tric-trac," spits out rhyme. Usually the smallest or the least clever. Thus began the game. Eyes closed counted up to forty, moving four four pulls' em one by one called loudly by name, and click "Flag" if he could travel first to touch the tree starting chased behind, a matter of cunning and legs. No, the more beautiful it was not easy with so many boys. The
"campanon" for girls was the game right: fast forward the pebble with one foot on a painting to the next marked on the ground, like the seven days of the week, the biggest last Sunday, to rest two feet before turning back, and then called out to win the game. Nino always ran this way to hide, easy to detect for the "ps ps" to Lussieta, flames in his eyes. She laughed, his hand gave him a madman, "one day I'll be a lady" response. Did not give him rope, he in the fifth grade, she's two years younger, the same village school.
What fun together on the day of the festival, "kicking carousel" pushed by hand, seat with loose chains. The boys, big and tall ones, were pushed up between the arms of the carousel on a table ring around the main pole half a stick from under the starting signal and means to push, how sweaty donkey for a ride free for every ten. In this way the rotation of fresh young, poor, or even a good family with a little fun, three times a palanca, or the bravest get the ring fixed to the pole outside court did not pay a penny. Nino
up there, very stocky gave the eye, played a trick on the arm that held the Lussieta, its in his hands. With great vigor at every turn gave him a shove on the chains that flew higher, shouting to the whole breath
"Back down for me!
"flight away! You took the flight run away, "to feel closer to the disk of the moon.
the "bale cabin" showing the wheel turned round with the sneer and talked stranoti characters: witches, ruffians, villains, kings and queens, and many among even the devil. A penny four bales of cloth stuffed with sawdust. It was enough to pull with force, the question of an eye, to blast the heads if you hit in full. By dint of pulling bales was good to the king to reverse the head on his shoulders in order to vent, we have changed for the worse at the end of this century we too stupid.
IV.
"One ... two ... three ... got the nose right in the devil, to bang his head hanging down over her shoulders, that the Lussieta felt a taste to laugh with the crazy hectic.
"You look like the devil, you look brothers." Nino was at stake, take the opportunity to cuddle. "On the bench with his hands," she snapped.
Other than the devil, was a man. The walnut tree planted in the yard when he was born and raised along with the great, one of the main branches held firmly in the house of hens. Gradually increased the nut house also higher, ladders of wire as additions, pegs suitable for seasoned willow.
night before the fowls were, cries of sparrows already on the peaks. She was the chicken house more secure from thieves emptied almost every year as a wall with lots of bars and towel-key; outdoors under the sky of disease the chickens did not die as it is today.
And the two of them: "It takes time to tell me about it?
"yes or no for the moment", the approach to the female. And to talk about that when I am a lady. Nino I care to fly away. The country is close to me! "
" You can go, I manage well alone "... angry always held on the ropes.
winter, little to be done in the fields, there he is a mason - the arrangement of Venetian us - to do greater good father's house: two rooms added, and the balcony just above, its always one eye open at night the walnut tree. He looked out for everyone. For the first steps of the century promised so much, consider also the war looked back himself. The experience does not weigh on the shoulders of age and do not ever feel the years as the wrinkles on their skin
"Blessed are female, the priest's mother, wake up! She is flawed, let her think. "
" Just a little bit 'of freedom in most other girls, your reverence. Know, the guy my husband would like it as well. "
" Forget the lady you are! "
'I', as falling from the clouds. The girl's brain is set with embroidery. "
" And you to embroider on. An only child, you will understand! Perhaps the air is not worship " And among themselves, taking off his coat over in the sacristy of the mass: "Matt is the most crazy girl's mother."
years instead of her daughter eating the rice on his head, his mother. Her skin was tight as a new shirt made after no more than wet, but in the heart Nino, Nino's, took him to the top, above all: to go into town, embroidery was not well paid then, together make a less wretched, even by Signoretti, those Venetian chitchat and short arm. A rival
Nino him, rival so to speak. At that age you do not have rivals, if not themselves. This is Carletto Scopoli, straight as a sword "had engulfed the broom handle," such a stickler for words, and how to disclose information. ... any. All kept in full of himself. It was its highest close friend and suspicious distrust of burned once more. Your secrets are only yours. Tomorrow frustrates the friendship, all the drafts. In this way a load, finding no vent hole breaks out, a blow against her. And the head shots, not rare, especially today, is because the current of life. You pay too open or shut ourselves off, you pay at the end, take a breath in accordion twice.
Lussieta He held her down in mind, now under the heel and into the heart of the second of its moons, full or dark without quarters. The procession of that Good Friday night already made, lit candles and bonfires on the balconies along the street, the frogs in the ditches were swollen from singing, last in line outside the flock, comes forward with courage when you arrive at the capital showing off the highway. There was one stage, was a sea of \u200b\u200bcandles, each raised his. The Lussieta, repentant Magdalene at the foot of the cross, nailed two boards with a whitewash over, dressed in white gowns lent for the occasion, wiggled his sins between vases of flowers, her hair loose a cascade of hair on the sides. The choir now far
was lost in the empty field, the more I sing lullabies to death on the cross back to the church
V.
"It costs a lot to say no? I would put my heart in peace. I love you always! ", A whole pulled out loud. Exchanged the candle, was used between boys and girls of tender if there was not to begin with, he tries one more kiss and close with his arm around the body.
"Are you crazy" looking around posing for Maddalena. "I do not say yes or no, maybe another time ... .." left alone now, and smell the smoke candle being extinguished.
understand why, that is no more, tired of waiting and lost hopes, his mother insisted to see him married, he left voluntarily, even in two with Carletto, perhaps for the war in Pomerania or so there, Prussina of course. Up there towards the Baltic Sea, the soldiers of fortune, the Emperor paid them well, they said. In a couple of years, put aside a nice nest egg, it was done: the field house and on his own, even more land for Nino. Carletto instead paid with his life, neither alive nor dead reported missing within a couple of months. It's over there, who knows how, who knows where. The world is big not to have a war going on, rather than a war without those silenced, and too small to have peace, and always the only one.
His mother, Mrs Lagna, having no more tears, no one gave him peace: "It 's like me that had killed my son," without ever having that name. Lussieta, name to forget, also nice to bring evil, and the buzzing in my head. "Gradually, I miss talking! The two mothers agree that the harm done to the next is paid, at least one thing right in this world. "
had arrived so the moment of Lussieta, by force or reason to take flight. By now the land of the country was burning under their feet, people whispered. It's a beautiful day, "Ea Lussieta part, and part Lussieta" from one mouth throughout the country, half guilty. Invited to Venice several times, the Countess kept us Albig, waiting for a long time to stitch the kit to one of three daughters, the eldest married soon
That Lussieta return. ... Who knows, she seemed to realize the dream of her life, eventually broke with his own hands, or so the destiny is not ours if it falls on him. At the news that night Nino did not have revved up with it, to deliberately provoke him: "No, no I will come back in town! .... At the cost, I could not: at the cost of calling you a beautiful day. Yes, the needs you! Silly, wait. And God send us good to you both. " "Do no evil .... Have no fear, "he kept on tenterhooks complete. A kiss as a token of those once, barely touched his face and transgression married in church tomorrow. Later
passing along the wall of the cemetery, beside himself met Carletto in hussar uniform, and no good
health. She did not seem real, his closest friend
"You're back? Where to go around this time of night? Your mother, poor soul, waiting for you at home for a lifetime. "And in his hand to embrace him shaking his fist when empty.
"I go, I go! So tonight at the division two. My mom was right. "
That night, "... Lussieta Lussieta! "... She heard calling out from under the balcony. He did not open, but creaked at every puff of wind. Revolting sleep in the bed was not thought to Nino, his broad shoulders of a peasant, his strong hands, then tickle of certain dreams of a young woman, what is more female, suddenly sitting up in bed in a bath sweat. That voice calling from outside was not the usual Nino in its way, maybe another, who knows what kind of world.
The next morning, luggage and backpacks ready, tears and wishes into account, the cart carrying the Lussieta Malcontenta, to take the ferry to Venice, has run upside down on the bank of the Brenta River, along the old road of Mira . A flash, even half of the storm on the way, has bereft the horse reared up and has run away at full gallop, breaking the harness sown the cart with the rest of the race finished in the canal, no time to call for help to followed by thunder splits the world. The worst hit is the Lussieta bottomed, with the basket of thread and needles linked the arm. It was six strokes recently, the driver except by a miracle. The laces on the water floated, starched by the current flow to the sea and began to drip like tears from those big pieces, sails swollen by water to the bottom.
At the funeral the whole town was crying, nobody was missing many come from neighboring countries, poor girl, lost forever in its needle between the strands, and poorly drawn in the past embroidery of his life too short. Everybody expected, the constant noise around, get to see Carletto travel in military uniform. And among them sideways glances, it was true or not that voice from the night before, but that! There has been alive. Forever. Nobody in the country and his mother for the first has more since the last time since he left.
Nino convinced him see his face well back from the war, so he insisted, spinning around to give us the numbers, his little story close to heart, it's not been the same with that of everyone, every day worse, early white hair, and passes in front of the cemetery ... not even dead!
VI.
It 's true, however, for the farewell party months before, felt as weak, Carletto greeted friends gathered in the pub. The country was once a single family, stepped one foot on an all felt the pain, at least in our country. With the world upside down now is the worst country in the city, and there are not known, here are forgotten.
"We hope to see healthy," by the horns and index finger. "We will have lots to tell when I come back," a trembling voice, and with one hand waving in the air to chase away the thoughts. Nino on the sidelines, once only: "If I miss my Lussieta will not be yours, but of all those who love her." In the end you are thrown out loud in wine and spirits light and strong, just raised its full glass empty. They shouted "lucky" those present, paid the two. Drunk at the end of weight were taken home and put to bed three days to sober up.
Luxuries around now if they see more than one or nearly all, new lies, rag dolls to the longer wheelbase of the leg above choices of their forces and get a few calls luck with compromises. The others are lost to wish them a different fate, more beautiful in times like these, down to earth without losing sight of life, not throw it away for nothing.
2007.
