to bring the voice of the village ' existence of a "strange factory where they make the bad thoughts and come out with new " was a group of strangers, people coming from South of the peninsula. Typical subjects that no one would hear if one of them did not appear near relative of Breton, a miner honest and known. Who, perhaps for the itch to discover a new part of the family, perhaps a simple desire to talk a bit 'self', not to elaborate on 'never the reason for that blood. The five men had discovered the factory way to the village, after thirteen days' voyage and two of starvation, and I had stopped hoping to find shelter and sustenance.
A middle-aged man 'half-height and had opened their doors, welcomed what' and who would feed the animals. By ensuring that each of them put something in a barrel of wood, unspecified (two of them left their belts, another half a broken boot). Well the next day, not only awoke the five strong e rinfrancati (merito in gran parte del cibo e del riposo), ma trovarono il villaggio prima di sera, indovinando ben tre bivi lungo la via.
Non che bastasse una storia qualunque, seppur particolare, a smuovere animo e corpo ad una popolazione di contadini e minatori. Ma la veemenza con la quale i cinque riportarono gli eventi e la cieca fiducia di Breton nei confronti del ritrovato cugino fecero da giusta base per un fuoco di curiosita' , tanto che c'era gia' chi parlava di andarci l'indomani.
Le indicazioni sul luogo erano troppo vaghe e lacunose per avventurarsi senza provviste o animali. Ne' i cinque avrebbero saputo condurre gli altri the factory, a little 'ignorance of the posts, a little' to the traditional belief of aliens for whom you will never get the benefit twice.
Younger volunteered to check the factory, but the elders were opposed to sending their children to something unknown, with the risk of underestimating the food supply and over-estimate the orientation of the horses. For most of the winter was coming, which complicated matters further. Breton would have gone for it had been alone on the same day, already 'fantasizing about the new life that would get in return. Instead it was decided to postpone all the following summer.
last winter ', snow and ice made their usual visits to the crops, but farmers do not lose more of mind as a time . Would be their last winter in those conditions, the factory would have fixed everything.
The mines were always full of ice and rocks, but Breton and others continued to picconare plates, with a different look. The last time they faced the sacrifice, before the factory. And so 'all the others, the bakers, the priest, the mother ... everyone through the winter with double your efforts.
And no one realized it was more than happy for the sole invention of making real the idea of \u200b\u200bhappiness' ...
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