. He who steals (Colui che ruba) a story for the young . that they had. There was a strong warm wind thatevening that blew clouds of dust in his sky was as if it were on fire and large clouds covered the mountains far away. 51 52 HE WHO STEALS On the street that led to his house he mettwo young men who called to him: Dont go home, be careful. That made Mingo go more quickly andwhen he reached the door he saw Nicolo thecart driver. He had been drinking and hewas talking aloud and making menacinggestures. Mingo trembled and for a moment hiseyes did not see. He thought of runningaway, of
. He who steals (Colui che ruba) a story for the young . that they had. There was a strong warm wind thatevening that blew clouds of dust in his sky was as if it were on fire and large clouds covered the mountains far away. 51 52 HE WHO STEALS On the street that led to his house he mettwo young men who called to him: Dont go home, be careful. That made Mingo go more quickly andwhen he reached the door he saw Nicolo thecart driver. He had been drinking and hewas talking aloud and making menacinggestures. Mingo trembled and for a moment hiseyes did not see. He thought of runningaway, of hiding himself—but only for a mo-ment. Quickly he became master of rushed into the house. He saw hismother with arms upraised praying. Hefound a stick and going to the door said: You, go away. If you dont I shall hityou. But Nicolo cried out, I want my months rent—see? And Im going tohave it. Then Mingo called back: Very well,tomorrow, tomorrow early Ill bring the go away. Go away! The neighbours hearing the confusion. But a country-boy saw all this and pushing aside thewomen took Nicolo by the arm and dragged him away. HE WHO STEALS 55 came out of their houses. But a country-boysaw all this and pushing aside the womentook Nicolo by the arm and dragged himaway, while the cart-driver continually criedout, I want my money—two months rent—I want my money! Mingo re-entered the house pale, withlegs trembling, with all his body weak fromhis exertion. He threw himself on his bedgroaning, with his hands through his would have liked to scream, to screamout loud, but he felt something in his throatthat choked him. His little brother wascrying but Mingo did not hear him. Heonly heard the faint groans of his if, only at that moment, he understoodthat she was suffering, he ran to her bed andburying his face on her breast sobbed nerv-ously. Marianna could not speak. She raisedher thin hands to her throat as if to open itand let the air
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