Capitolo 77
morning made the signal of the white cross, or agricultural house they were standing proudly
castled on top of hill woody, or it heated the heart of the observer from
among their olive-dark pastures in winter; or far street on the hairy one
you lift wherever of the Shield some clungs of box as the nest of a swallow
against the wall of grey Appalachian--everywhere the would start soon
healthy burst of the joy between men and women and children--happy around
they, cheers in each other, happy of the human life in a happy
world. The roar very-that it has voice and noise of this warm carnival they didn't place far
away from her through the cold bar of silence.
Soon in the house likewise the rush of the feet of his/her/their children is able
you frighten his/her ear; they would be dragging to the door dragging to her,
heart. And as she thought about this the memory of simple old man,
things came playing again to her from the hills of the life of back part. The years
separated likes reeds frozen and naked, and her, seriously stricken in her
femininity, run away back face up to her her a child was again--the safe in
the protection of his/her father and mother. It was morning of Christmas, and
her standing nude you/he/she was furnishing of point on the their floors cold verse
bedroom--toward his/her stockings.
His/her father and mother! As she needed them to this moment: they had
is beautiful all of their lives. A portrait of them the rose with
the separate being in front of her--for the portrait that hurts it always comes to the
wounded moment. You saw them sitting down far in their bench of church toward the
choir and presbytery. Through a window of glass (where a staircase there was of
angels) the light skin slightly on them--both silver-hairy; and as with
children's voices that they was singing out of a book. You
remembered as as her he/she sat among them she had observed his/her son-in-laws
its hand slips in the womb of his/her mother and clasp his with a
constancy that you/he/she has married her for the eternity; and so on them it connected