Marziolina was a girl very, very pretty, but bizarre and capricious character because he was born in that month, mostly fickle old, spiteful god of war, and perilous, he had also had the lot name. How to March in fact, that the sun and rain and strong winds and even hail, and sometimes the same day, Marzolina was changeable and capricious.
His old nurse tried to soften it and always said
"Marziolina, Marziolina, my little warrior, the only beauty without grace and without tenderness is a cruel beauty, not luck nor to those who own or those who admire her. "
His old father, then, that a king was old and too good, like a grandfather to her, allowed her to all the whims and caprices because all the 'he loved very much and, being a widower, had caused the breed alone. But sometimes I lose patience el' warned:
"Dear Marzolina," he told her "I'm afraid that when I'm dead and you'll stay alone, it will face many disappointments for your temper warrior.
Remember you have hair like threads of gold and eyes like the bottom of a pond in the spring, not enough to be happy in life, if not it also cultivates the beauty of the heart! "
But Marzolina gave no weight to these words and continued to be bizarre and capricious.
One day, his horse galloping through the woods on fire, he met, near a small fountain, an old and very pretty, that really was the fairy of water.
(continued) His old nurse tried to soften it and always said
"Marziolina, Marziolina, my little warrior, the only beauty without grace and without tenderness is a cruel beauty, not luck nor to those who own or those who admire her. "
His old father, then, that a king was old and too good, like a grandfather to her, allowed her to all the whims and caprices because all the 'he loved very much and, being a widower, had caused the breed alone. But sometimes I lose patience el' warned:
"Dear Marzolina," he told her "I'm afraid that when I'm dead and you'll stay alone, it will face many disappointments for your temper warrior.
Remember you have hair like threads of gold and eyes like the bottom of a pond in the spring, not enough to be happy in life, if not it also cultivates the beauty of the heart! "
But Marzolina gave no weight to these words and continued to be bizarre and capricious.
One day, his horse galloping through the woods on fire, he met, near a small fountain, an old and very pretty, that really was the fairy of water.
"Come here, handsome knight, that you can drink, freshen up and rest in the shade of great oak, "said the old woman who was short-sighted and far we could see evil ... (or perhaps pretended)
Marziolina took the reins and a bound jumped off the horse, then took off his hat with green feather, a red silk handkerchief, and laughed, shook his great coat of hair that had released ...
"You've got yourself a man, my dear, and yet I am a girl and well, we do not believe it, the more skilled rider in the land!"
"I see, I see ... and believe it!" said the fairy "And I also see that you are very pretty ... even if you enjoy to dress like a tomboy. And what a beautiful horse you have! It seems a bold and fierce flames were blazing in the wind is called the Fire ... by any chance? "
"Guess!" said Marziolina and legs apart, a foot on the edge of the fountain and the other to crush tender bud of a bush of pink, gulping down one's throat in the fresh water bubbling.
The cannula of the fountain, you know, sticking out of a curious unicorn's head carved in ancient stone and, if Marzolina had at that moment looked up and focused on this detail, instead of drinking one's throat as a soaked for more soldiers and the beautiful lace blouse, he saw something really unusual: namely, the fabulous animal winks pupil by the strange blue-green (the other was the color of topaz) to the quiet old lady smiling. But saw him - she never looked the details, in fact, just the obvious things and very general .- Not saw him and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, all satisfied.
"You guessed right, my beauty! But how did you do? It 's true that a fawn coat and shining like the sun, but of course fire is a rare name and not the original ... nothing that I invented! "
"I would bet! But, listen, do not you think the case of water to bring it here? After all trot and gallop, will have some very hot and a great thirst for this fiery horse, that your fire ... fiery, and you then, pretty,
" It does not mean anything but refresh body and mind with fresh drops of clear water ... "the said the fairy in disguise
"But never you fear, dear Marziolina? Up, cool ... and then lie down here on this old polished stone, the fountain next to me that I am made guardian "
At this point the old woman began to sing a funny song about drops and drops of water and sighs of love.
was a little voice tremulous and thin, his, and while sweet, but it was also strangely hypnotic Marziolina just felt it, unless he could do just to obey.
She had fallen on him suddenly, as if a great cloak, a great weariness and only wished to lay in the sun and lay his head on a pillow of grass nice tender one had not noticed that before ... So he lay down and then, suddenly, he fell asleep immediately.
Marziolina took the reins and a bound jumped off the horse, then took off his hat with green feather, a red silk handkerchief, and laughed, shook his great coat of hair that had released ...
"You've got yourself a man, my dear, and yet I am a girl and well, we do not believe it, the more skilled rider in the land!"
"I see, I see ... and believe it!" said the fairy "And I also see that you are very pretty ... even if you enjoy to dress like a tomboy. And what a beautiful horse you have! It seems a bold and fierce flames were blazing in the wind is called the Fire ... by any chance? "
"Guess!" said Marziolina and legs apart, a foot on the edge of the fountain and the other to crush tender bud of a bush of pink, gulping down one's throat in the fresh water bubbling.
The cannula of the fountain, you know, sticking out of a curious unicorn's head carved in ancient stone and, if Marzolina had at that moment looked up and focused on this detail, instead of drinking one's throat as a soaked for more soldiers and the beautiful lace blouse, he saw something really unusual: namely, the fabulous animal winks pupil by the strange blue-green (the other was the color of topaz) to the quiet old lady smiling. But saw him - she never looked the details, in fact, just the obvious things and very general .- Not saw him and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, all satisfied.
"You guessed right, my beauty! But how did you do? It 's true that a fawn coat and shining like the sun, but of course fire is a rare name and not the original ... nothing that I invented! "
"I would bet! But, listen, do not you think the case of water to bring it here? After all trot and gallop, will have some very hot and a great thirst for this fiery horse, that your fire ... fiery, and you then, pretty,
throws water on fire! "
" Do not call me "cute", my beauty! Stucchevolezze sdolcinature and I do not go for nothing ... "Speak as you eat"
- said the bishop to the king -
"And then live and fight as if
breathe!"
And you tacking on the contrary, strange words as embroidery magic ... there is an 'echo in them that it sounds obscure: Throw water on the fire ... But what does this mean? "- said the bishop to the king -
"And then live and fight as if
breathe!"
" It does not mean anything but refresh body and mind with fresh drops of clear water ... "the said the fairy in disguise
"But never you fear, dear Marziolina? Up, cool ... and then lie down here on this old polished stone, the fountain next to me that I am made guardian "
At this point the old woman began to sing a funny song about drops and drops of water and sighs of love.
was a little voice tremulous and thin, his, and while sweet, but it was also strangely hypnotic Marziolina just felt it, unless he could do just to obey.
She had fallen on him suddenly, as if a great cloak, a great weariness and only wished to lay in the sun and lay his head on a pillow of grass nice tender one had not noticed that before ... So he lay down and then, suddenly, he fell asleep immediately.
"Sleep you
to ride
in a country
vague, very mild.
You dream
there and find
perhaps love
while a noise
falls and enchants:
drops of water ... "
in a country
vague, very mild.
You dream
there and find
perhaps love
while a noise
falls and enchants:
drops of water ... "
trickled the fountain, with a sigh as she half closed her eyes, but what was it ... was the fountain or the old lady who sang, or rather the beautiful stranger with a unicorn on the side which is now hidden by the eyelashes heavier?
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