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A wind sferzante got depressed on the tubs squirting water on the workers. They were rotten as if you/they were admiring the sea in storm from a bench of the I bring. The square of the well Amsicora was a continuous bustle. The sight of the grading machines stimulated the instincts of Ignazio Martis, the lance-corporal with the assignment to check the laveria. Ignazio believed in his/her cuor to be able to also trick the foxes, but of acute it didn't possess more even the penis, had been beveling for decades of five against one. When God had distributed the intelligence among the men, to Ignazio you/he/she had escaped of certain to piss. Once reentered, you/he/she had found the Lord that assigned the intelligence to the stones, and you/he/she had been forced to be satisfied with that. The icy wind had not even succeeded in the enterprise to calm its hot spirits. It was a clammy man that took advantage of his/her condition of power to palpate the workers in every possible occasion. The women, victims of his/her degrees, limited him to reproach him/it without being able to go over, not to put again us the job. The grading machines earned the exact half of the salary perceived by the miners, even if their job was as many hard: shabby and barefoot in the winter cold; shabby and barefoot to the forty degrees in the summer. Rita Pistis as quite a lot other women, widows, brought above all him I approach his/her daughter Belledda. The child didn't receive a pay, however you/he/she favored his/her mother in to bag a greater quantity of mineral. For two liras in more they were also exploited up to the bone his/her children, and there was no other solution. The lance-corporals, had then the liberty to distribute tickets of liking punishment, for any motive, also nonexistent. And the punishment consisted in a heavy fine to escape to the salary.
Lella was lowered in the tub. It was already nervous really because to her, those reductions without reason, in the last period you/they were almost cost the whole pay. For a little you/he/she had not been forced to pour some money rather than to receive of it, so many were the tickets of punishment that you/he/she had received from Ignazio Martis.
He/she wore a long skirt that ended inside the icy water for some centimeter. That continuous bagnomaria of the limbs had precociously caused her the first symptoms of the rheumatisms. Its feet were swollen and stormed of chilblains. With the tail of the eye he/she saw some bulky reflexes: they were heads covered by the handkerchiefs that they quickly disappeared from his/her view.
It perceived a hand truffaldina to slip himself/herself/themselves among his/her buttocks. You turned of release and it crushed with a scapaccione the hand of the lance-corporal.
«Now it is enough, ugly child of puttana!» it exclaimed losing every type of behavior.
Lella was unmarried. Certainly in Ignazio Martis, unmarried cinquantenne from the aspect everything anything else other than attractive, a nebulous thought was created: he arrogated the right, that wanted to be also a pretension to receive the attentions of the girl. «Before, Lella, goes to my office to it stuffed a beautiful talk. I can make to make you career, me.» A gust of wind shifted him the amount carried over of hair from a temple to the other.
Lella consulted the looks amused of the other grading machines, particularly that of Maria. «Certain, as no! You can make to give me from the separation of the mineral ones to that of your underpantses!» Those sharp words enclosed a seasoned exasperation and an anger brooded for years. Ignazio faked a reformed expression and smiled showing his/her chimpanzee face. It was so low that the grading machines snickered imagining that when the culo was washed to the source it had to be well careful not to strangle the water being swallowed.
With an arrogance out of the commune, Ignazio quickly inserted the hand inside the shirt of Lella, that didn't do in time to withdraw himself/herself/themselves. It tightened her with vigor one of the breasts and it threw out his/her lascivious language. «You/he/she is made to milk, that seems me a cow with these breasts.»
Lella succeeded in struggling him and surges of water they raised him from the tub. Its face was of a hyperbolic blush. «Bastard! Have not you understood that before giving her/it to you I do me her to peck at from the hens? What can do you as it does he/she knows fèurra to him egua!» it screamed approaching himself/herself/itself to the lance-corporal and adding a wake among the water's ripples maneuvered by the wind.
Despite the painted apprehension in face, Maria allowed to escape a grin for the special wish served as his/her companion to the lance-corporal.
«What you/he/she has said?» Cornelia Offuso pursued her/it a Calabrian woman that had followed her husband to the search of fortune in the mines. Cornelia had the white skin as the albinos.
Maria laughed anchor, this time in way more untied. «You/he/she has said to hope that to the lance-corporal does as ago the rod to the mare.»
«And would it be?»
«The rod is a grass that the horses don't digest. The pregnant mares, particularly, when they eat her/it they inflate him to the point that their stomach, already crushed by the colt, it surrenders bringing her to the death.»
«And then because they eat her/it?»
«Test you to be tied up for weeks in a field where it grows only of that. They had to tie the lance-corporal to a tree in that fields, not the horses.»
Youth Ignazio had paid for making sex with all the bagasses of Montevecchio. But now that you/he/she was growing old they didn't give more even her for him the goats. It walked lopsided because two ribs missed him. The doctor Saints you/he/she had been forced to remove her because they were so you smash that you/they would never be recovered. A three year-old night before, Ignazio had been found thrown for road deader than I live. You/he/she had told that to crush two hooded strangers you/they had been him/it that wanted to rob him/it. Of that two strangers, after the meeting with Ignazio, you/he/she was not known anything. For this tziu Didone Larrei had put around the voice that Ignazio was smashed alone the ribs striking himself/herself/itself to all strength with a stone. Without two ribs, Ignazio would have succeeded in doing that in which the he-goats succeed when they are isolated and they feel beside the odor of the females in heat in the stall: to arrive to auto to practise him some oral sex, considering that of women prepared to do him/it not us n'erano.
Lella was still in front of him with air of challenge. It threateningly showed him/it and its eyes displayed an incipient fire. «Anymore! Have you understood, ugly pervert? Anymore!»
The man stepped backwards of some footstep. You looked around wary and inclusive that the eyes of all were aimed at him, also those of the mechanics of the shop; this time you/he/she had combined her big. It tried to make up for. «Bushels calms, Lella! I was joking only. The fact is that I like a lot and I am timid, I never know as to take you and I wanted to make the sympathetic nervous system» it said convulsively gesticulating, while drops of cold sweat were formed in its forehead.
Lella made him a sberleffo that its thought summarized on the excuses just camped. «You would be timid?» The you you/he/she had disappeared for a long time. «It thanks God that this job serves me as the bread and I doesn't intend to put him/it to risk. And it thanks that Luigi Zedda has departed to the front. You/he/she would have made you become tall two fury meters of kicks in the culo.» It felt his/her stomach unload.
The man widened the braccias in sign of surrender. Before leaving her/it alone it drew near her and, careful to do yes that only she could feel, it whispered her: «instead You pray that your Luigi doesn't stay us I dry to the front.» It made her a malicious occhiolino.
Lella cursed as it you/he/she would have made Vitalia Mura that that the flowers dried with the look.
A fiat 621 grey with openable roof it was parked in the avenue that introduced to the laveria. It was a very spacious mean, so ample to be able to entertain well twelve passengers on board. The first one to come down was the driver, that hastened to open the counter of the reserved posting of side to the driver. Descents Phillip Minghetti. I approach to him they emerged from the auto all the most trusted co
mponent of his/her entourage. Daniel there was not.
The lance-corporal for a little it didn't faint. You forgot even to have feared the lynching from the mechanics of the shop. Shout her of Lella you/they had been dangerous for him; they knew all about his/her peccatuccis of hand, but nobody held him/it game to the point to push himself/herself/themselves over. You/he/she had risked that such conviction changed to the sudden one. «Before, put again you to the job, damned geese!» it whispered to hard face.
The engineer aimed straight toward of him. Lella crossed the braccias and Maria it followed her/it. To the lance-corporal blood came to the head. «I have said to put again to work you. Don't you see but the ingegner Minghetti you/he/she is arriving?»
Lella had already seen the engineer. «Stop to snarl her/it, that so much here the bone doesn't launch him/it to you anybody! I want to see that I/you/he/she do you will do when I will tell to the engineer what you make to us women, preventing us to produce how much we would be able.»
The lance-corporal quickly approached to the cordolo of the tub. Its hands rippled and its inquisitional eyes worked as a binoculars: they saw nearby more and more the engineer.
«Accursed! If they won't chase me after this history, prepare you because I will make you die in this laveria.»
Lella blackmailed him/it. «We want that I/you/he/she assign us a place in the shed, to the ribbons conveyors. We don't withstand with this cold anymore. To take or to leave, is your occasion not to let to the engineer that you are only a repugnant pervert to ever know.»
Ignazio Martis grabbed that that war was lost and consented to an armistice. It aimed with a release the finger toward the shed. «Have won! Strength, races immediately to the shed. I don't want to see out here you anymore!»
Lella and Maria squirted out of the water as fishes swallow; their bodies were flat stones that you cast with strength on the hair of the water they bounced you without letting him drag on the fund from the strength of gravity.
In the shed there was less cold. The ground was not paved but perlomeno earth didn't have the same muddy and damp consistence of the square. The structure was tall more than five meters; a space where you/they would hardly be been able to eliminate you blab him coming from the outside. Lella and Maria were standing the one in front of the other, separated by the ribbon conveyor that lazily traveled. It was stracolmo of stones already polished up by mud and dusts in the laveria, now ready to be selected. Lella chose galena and blenda; Maria discarded the sterile stones deposing her in the carts wagon used as I deposit. Along the ribbon, a chain of busy women.
«Some that you have really a beautiful caratterino, Lella. Luigi will have his/her beautiful cats to shave in to hold you/he/she makes a will you» you/he/she commented Maria keeping on dividing the stones not to make the turn of the ribbon be escaped conveyor.
Laughed Lella, fair to be him sort to be worth. It now had a roof on the head and it was happy to share him/it with Maria. «I was not able more than that repugnant man of it. It stinks to wind. Rather, the wind succeeds in saving him/it some because hands its odor toward the mountains. I would say more than it stinks as a he-goat in breeding season,» and the nose was covered. A stone passed fast and escaped her.
Maria fanned a hand under the nostrils. «It doesn't certainly perfume dewy of wood.»
«What odor it has the dew of wood?»
Maria shook the shoulders. «I don't know him/it, but it will be better certainly of the foul smell of the lance-corporal.»
They looked at an instant in the eyes; both him concessero a grimace; then they laughed at taste emitting rings of vapor.
«I have taken advantage of the arrival of the engineer to make cacare under Ignazio. Now we are us to have the knife from the part of the handle. If sgarra, this time I blab indeed all.»
Maria nodded. «You have been cunning!»
«But do you imagine him/it to you naked Ignazio Martis then? It goes around to proclaim his/her stallion dowries and at the most a meter and forty will be tall. What pistolino can you/he/she ever have?»
That consideration aroused the hilarity, over that of Maria, also of the new companions of duty. Rosina Collu put on a hand in front of the mouth to contain his/her vulgar laughs.
Maria looked at Lella as if this last had remained confined for years in the bronze bells of the chiesetta of Santa Barbara. «You are still Miss, Lella, true?»
Took back Lella the hyperbolic complexion that had assumed in the square. «Yes, but what does it enter it? Don't seem me a shame!» it whined lowering the tone of the voice. They escaped her others two or three stones of galena that reached end run of the ribbon and they fell to earth.
Maria the resumptions. «It is not at all a shame. I tell however you that the height of a man enters it few with the measures of its jewels of family.»
The companions laughed everybody. Lella was amazed. «You would like to make to believe me that a dwarf as Ignazio you/he/she could have. we say. in short, that there very big?»
Maria already laughed thinking about the answer that was about to return.
«You don't know what the Sardinians are famous for the disproportion between their low stature and the enormous dimensions. of their coso. Remembered that more Sardinian of Ignazio Martis there is not anybody!» With the hand it mimed the sign of the gun: lifting the thumb, small and stumpy, and stretching the index, long and tapered.
Lella remained shocked and looked for to speak but from his/her mouth it came only out a series of illegible stuttering.
«Bushels calm, Lella, is not at all for you the coso of Ignazio!» it announced Maria still instigating the laughters of the companions.
«From young the nickname of Ignazio was the boy father» it told Giuannicca Puddu, a woman from the scheming face that could have more or less the same age of the lance-corporal. Giuannicca, thanks to his/her past of bagassa, it knew at least halves the birds of Montevecchio, and they were not neither sparrows and neither thrushes.
Lella didn't understand. «The boy father? I have always known that Ignazio was unmarried and you/he/she had never had any children.»
Shook Giuannicca the head. «You mistake you Lella. Ignazio has had a child, only that instead of bringing him him to I walk, in arm as everybody, he took him/it around among the legs» you knew well it. The grading machines, strong of the absence of the lance-corporal, they allowed to go to the vulgar laughs that first you/they had succeeded in moderating.
Lella bent the head and it waited that the fun of its companions stopped. Exploded Giuannicca the last cartridge. «Believe me, that there is there it has him big as an understood of it. You pay attention to me that I have seen of it more self of someone that if he/she sees him/it every day to piss.»
Lella was imagined an enormous eel to go out of the braghetta of Ignazio and to pursue her/it. «Saint sky, ago impression, how disgusting!» it said throwing out the language. They still laughed and other stones fell.
Stopped the instant of relaxation, they started over working. They broke the stones selected for reducing her to a thin dust that would be ended in the chemical laboratories, for the separation of the mineral ones to base of cyanide.
Lella had not spoken anymore. He/she worked to lowered head without the courage to look in the eyes his/her companions.
«Thing there is, Lella? Have you been offended?» the churches been sorry Maria.
Lella stuck out him from the ribbon conveyor. You looked around and when it was certain that anybody the same ones listening, it whispered to Maria: «I have not been offended. But what you have said on the coso of the low men worries me some!»
Maria arched an eyebrow in interrogative way. «Oh, beautiful, and because you/he/she should ever worry you?»
Lella leaned the hands on the out ribbon and lengthened more than it was able for speaking to her in the ear. «It worries me because Luigi is tall more than a meter and eighty. It is not that I/you/he/she am contrarily a gun?»
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Maria saw the suffering face of Lella and didn't make her/it to hold him inside the laughters. Laughed so much that the ache of belly came her.
«You are calm, it is only a motto. Then Luigi will be one of the exceptions that confirm the rule.» But Lella seemed to be himself/herself/themselves some residual worry.
Maria tried to change discourse to get away from the embarrassment. «The main point is that that scoundrel of the lance-corporal leaves yourself alone. The rest they are only imbecilities.»
Lella consented. «I would confine him/it in such a narrow cell to force to make him/it him the beard every day to be able to enter us. And then I would like to see where if it would thrust her his/her hands zozze.»
The sound of the siren suspended the chatters. The grading machines bursted out from the shed, uncertain whether to run away to the shelter of Gennas for a bombardment or to stay in the square to cry the nth victim of the mines. They stayed in the square but for all other motives.
The tops of the mountains were oppressed from a heavy blanket of clouds that pushed by the wind they continually changed of color. Shortly, the completeness of the miners clogged every recess left clear of by the grading machines. A recurrent buzz wound among the workers, a muttering in truth. The ingegner Minghetti and his/her men had already felt him/it in all the wells of extraction visited that morning and well Amsicora it was the last of the series.
Lella sgomitò on a side of Maria. «What he/she will want to tell us the engineer? We hope for not harbors bad news!»
Maria summoned the silence, Phillip Minghetti was starting to speak. You/he/she was systematized in front of the fiat 621, on a cucuzzolo of sand by the half mechanics. «First of all, good morning to all» it began.
The buzz became stronger; a beehive barricaded by million of bees workers.
«Thanks to your great massive structure of job, that you/he/she has made to know the mines in Europe, Montevecchio, next 14 May, you/he/she will be rewarded with a honor unprecedented for this earth.» His/her collaborators were him to the shoulders as watches of the body, ready to favor every application of his.
Lucio was immovable of side to Emilio. You/he/she was set apart after all to the flood not to erect a barrier with his/her gladiator massive structure. Reading the labial one of Minghetti tried to snatch more possible words to come to snatch the juice of that discourse. To over fifty meters distance it was difficult however.
The ingegner Minghetti seemed taller in the middle of his/her bunglers. Someone had advanced the possibility that chose not them for their competences in economic-financial field but only and exclusively for the stature: rigorously low and used by the engineer as placebo against his/her lowness. Of side to that corks, with the stivalonis of heel skin immoderate it detached fierce more aloft of everybody. But it was only perhaps an aleatory situation, of which it didn't have guilts.
Minghetti announced the event with resoluteness. «On May 14 we will inaugurate the hotel of the miners and a new well of extraction. Francis Sartori will be devoted to, engineer that has helped so much the mines. These baptisms will be effected by the Duce Benito Mussolini in person!»
Crowd went to confusion. The news was important indeed and anybody if it waited for him. It howls. Whistles. Cackles. Exultation.
«You have understood, Lucio?» Emilio asked him, spelling the words and shaking him/it for the braccias.
Lucio made sign of no. Emilio subsequently the scanning of the words. «It will come to it stuffed visit Benito Mussolini!»
This time Lucio nodded with a smile. The breeze wagged its reddish hair making them wave as the tentacles of an anemone whirled by the tide of the sea backdrop.
«We are becoming important to Montevecchio!» it added Emilio betraying something that was more than a pinch of pride.
Lucio still nodded; a mugugno came out of its mouth.
The engineer beat three times the hands. To that command the workers stopped doing noise. «It seems me useless to detain me on the importance of this event, for me, for you, for all in short. To make a good impression to the Duce will mean in expectancy usufruire of advantages.»
Ciu Spiga, esagitato of nature, tried to say his. «The engineer is right! We have to welcome the Duce as if it were the king person. He can help us and it will also employ our children if we will make us be worth.»
One after the other, the braccias of miners and grading machines got up in air as asparaguses grown in a night among the ashes of a burnt field. Theirs howls of hope, accompanied by the wind, you/they would have reached Ingurtosu before the hits of a gun.
The ingegner Minghetti him sollazzava in front of the energy of its miners and from the tall one of the cucuzzolo made the fascist regard. His/her men, cultured unprepared, they engaged a challenge to establish who pits the first one to imitate him/it. The workers followed them, some convinced ones, other distaccatamente, only because it was necessary to do him/it.
Phillip Minghetti was in ecstasy for a dream that was about to become reality. Apart the first years of youth, in which the perspective of an uncertain future had tormented him/it, the whole rest of its life had hinged to the pursuit of that day. You/he/she would be dissociated by the rest of the common men, walking of side to the Duce and illustrating him the conquests done to Montevecchio from when he had taken in hand the reins of the direction.
That night, challenging the wind and the cold, Lucio and Geneva him they still met in the wood, backed up by his/her loneliness. You/they were embraced, wound by a wool cover that Geneva was brought behind. The wind howled insolent, giving an anomalous motion to trees and bushes, to which the sentence of the nature had granted as only gesture to lengthen branches and roots for few centimeters a year, imprisoning them with chains of earth in the place of the birth.
«Mussolini will come!» Geneva exclaimed studying Lucio.
A mugugno announced her that he had understood.
«And I will have to be of side to Daniel Minghetti and his/her family, to welcome him/it. It will be a kind of announcement public of our future marriage.»
Lucio sadly smiled, even if Geneva had not expressed laughable words. You looked at him/it and he/she saw the friability of a safety that there had not been never. With Lucio it was not able and he/she didn't want to forget how much the wrap of its sensibility was fragile. That melancholy smile succeeded in reawakening in her the maternal instinct of a mother for a newborn. To Geneva his/her children aroused tenderness and protection. They were born with a minute body and covered with sore. Their faces were deformed by the birth. Their complexion was yellowish sometimes of jaundice or livid for the hold of the umbilical cord. The leaning eyes, ciechi and inscrutable. Nothing of them contained the unexceptionable meaning of the word beauty: a virtue that would have postponed his/her arrival at least for a few weeks. It was necessary of the time to do yes that all the effects of the birth, for degrees, they were extinguished. From few days the child of Teseo Murroni and Brunella Trudu you/he/she had been born, friends of family of Pietro. Geneva went with his/her father to make visit and you/he/she had assisted to a sample of fake compliments on the presumed beauty of the newborn. You would have covered him/it with kisses but that beauty he/she didn't succeed really to perceive her/it. Teseo and Brunella found him/it instead very beautiful; not because convinced by the flatteries of relatives and friends but because the mother being or father it is as to beware his/her own child with a pair of glasses of the lenses taroccate. Geneva, to the beginning, you/he/she had tried disgust toward Lucio, instead he/she now saw him/it with the same eyes of Teseo and Brunella, just as a mother that didn't succeed in perceiving the real aspect of his/her child. The harelip, the crushed nose and the slanting teeth were only small defects to the peer of an angioma or a mother's mark: negligible imperfections in an ampler complex.
In the three years that if n'era been closed in the house, Geneva had read day and night. You/he/she had been spellbound from the theories of Sigmund Freud. "
The complex of Oedipus" it is the unconscious desire that a child test since the birth to lie with his/her mother. The confusion created by the conflicting feelings for Lucio and Daniel had created her an awful chaos in all the firm points of its life. It had even taken to wonder if the love that tried for his/her father had to whether to do with what said Freud. You stripped him without shame in front of Pietro. "Because it did him/it"?, you/he/she had been his/her question. It didn't desire at all to go in bed with his/her father but it didn't try disgust in to imagine him to do him/it. Did Freud speak of unconscious desire, therefore was it possible that she desired him/it but not if it realized of it? He/she didn't know him/it. It was also incuriosita to know if his/her fathers and his/her mothers tried the same unconscious desire. Did his/her father want to go in bed with her but that desire you/he/she escaped him? Perhaps the philosophers were only a flock of visionaries intoxicated by the them same surreal ideas. Could not Freud be right on the desires of his/her/their children but her it was able on that some parents? It felt a strong maternal protection for Lucio and you/he/she had gone in bed there also. Perhaps it was not the same thing, you/he/she had thought embarrassed.
More and more stunned by the past, it thundered his/her promise in the present. «I will never marry me Daniel Minghetti.»
Smiled Lucio her anchor, without unmasking if it dealt with happiness or pity for that last lie. It was not a lie. «I won't marry him/it but I cannot be here to Montevecchio. Lucio we have to go from this place. Hand me street!»
Under the cover, Lucio created a passage between his/her body and that of Geneva; it seemed terrorized.
Her eyes were shiny. Taken the hands of Lucio. «I pray you, I desire only to pass with you that that it stays me to live.»
Closed Lucio the eyes. The wind whistled even more strong; for him it had the same silence of the death, prodigal of suggestions that nobody has ever succeeded in exploiting. The trees folded up him in an oscillating bow, they were servants that bent him to the choice that Lucio was about to do. It got up allowing to fall on the shoulders in Geneva the whole cover. The takings the hand and it lifted her/it standing. He/she nodded moving on and down the head. It was afraid to undertake a new life, yet Geneva was worth more than what was built to Montevecchio. You touched the breast with the finger index and then it showed her/it: he/she wanted to be a" us." You made to twirl the hands in front of the breast, the dams one above the other with only the open indexes. «Us more before.» Geneva interpreted him/it looking for assent in the look of Lucio.
He still made sign of yes. It opened the left hand and the shake of knife to the insù, striking her/it some times with the open right hand and turns with the palm of under. «Us more before we will go? » he/she asked Geneva with excitement. Lucio embraced her/it with heat. The cover fell and pushed by the wind it fluttered far. Geneva didn't feel cold, that embrace was more heat of the fire. Soon you/he/she would be run away with the person that loved.