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CHRISTMAS EVE Camillo Boito

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This is my poor Giorgio’s manuscript: the Giorgio that I taught to read, and write, and so many other fine things. And often, as a child, he would stand on one side of me, and poor Emilia on the other, and they would smother me with kisses. I remember that one day Emilia suddenly said to me, “Maria, you have a white hair!” And she tried to pull it out. My hair was my greatest pride. Twenty years later, Giorgetta, who is now in heaven, was sitting on my lap, and she said to me in the same voice and with the same wonder as her mother, “Maria, you have a black hair!” And she pulled a face, because she liked these snow-white curls of mine.

There is nothing about my Giorgio that I do not love. But this manuscript, which I don’t much understand, wrings my heart and makes me weep. I find no peace except in church, praying to God. I would have given my own good health, my life, to see those three dear children, who are no longer with me, well and happy.


A Very Italian Christmas

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