“RACCONTI e/o MISTERI”narrativa Maria Teresa Manta Book Sprint

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The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the best people.(Descartes)
In print and in e book for sale on-line and in bookstores or directly to the website of the publisher.
The book is in Italian and English and contains four stories that could be films, television series ….
A LITTLE TASTE:

Mysteries

I had just turned my 11 years old, it was October and we were at the end of the month, as every year, our farmers were in the fields for the olive harvest, before noon, my mom and my grandmother had gone to the country to bring their lunch and as always, my grandmother gave him a hand.

It happened in a moment, suddenly fell to the ground between the consternation of everyone and no one under-stood what had happened.

My father immediately informed, loaded into the car and immediately called our doctor why would visit.

The response was: «Cerebral hemorrhage, nothing to do!». My father, who was very attached to her, he called to his bedside a professor from outside, came the afternoon by plane and dad went to him at the airport.

Although he confirmed the prognosis and did not give us any hope of life, my grandmother died a few days later.

The o and my brother we did not quite realize what was going on but we saw all concerned and this procured a cer-tain uneasiness, moreover had arrived uncles who lived outside, my sister was lucky because it was so small as to be unaware of the tragedy that was taking place…

I do not know how or what happened but when I saw my grandmother lying in the coffin, with that macabre black dress, the veil in the head and his rosary in his hands, I fell to the ground and for two days I was locked in my room.

I was locked in there, I was afraid, a lot, I did not see anyone and I opened to anyone!

My mother after the death of his grandmother had gone to his house to pick up clothes that would have put them, his grandmother had bought them for so: dress, shoes, veil…

In the bedroom was shocked, on the back back there were seven black ties, many were between her husband and children, and black hat of his grandfather!

My grandmother, that fateful morning, before he came to us he had taken from her closet and placed at the foot of his bed those things…

Why had he done?

 

copertina_1652“La lettura di tutti i buoni libri è come una conversazione con gli uomini migliori. (Cartesio)

Nel formato cartaceo e in e book in vendita on line e nelle librerie o direttamente al sito della casa editrice.

Il libro è in lingua italiana e inglese e contiene 4 racconti che potrebbero diventare film, serie televisiva….

UN PICCOLO ASSAGGIO:

Misteri

Avevo compiuto da poco i miei 11 anni, era ottobre ed eravamo a fine mese, come ogni anno i nostri contadini erano nei campi per la raccolta delle olive, prima di mezzogiorno mia mamma e mia nonna si erano recate in campagna per portare loro il pranzo e come sempre, mia nonna dava una mano.

Accadde in un momento, improvvisamente stramazzò al suolo tra la costernazione di tutti e nessuno capiva co-sa fosse successo.

Mio padre, prontamente avvisato, la caricò in macchi-na e chiamò subito il nostro medico perché la visitasse.

Il responso fu: «Emorragia cerebrale, niente da fare!». Mio padre che era legatissimo a lei, chiamò al suo ca-pezzale un professore da fuori, arrivò il pomeriggio in aereo e papà andò a prenderlo all’aeroporto.

Anche lui confermò la prognosi e non ci diede nessuna speranza di vita, mia nonna morì alcuni giorni dopo.

Io e mio fratello non ci rendevamo molto conto di quello che stava succedendo, ma vedevamo tutti preoc-cupati e questo ci procurava un certo malessere, oltretutto erano arrivati anche gli zii che vivevano fuori; mia so-rella era fortunata perché era così piccola da non ren-dersi conto della tragedia che si stava consumando.

Non so come e cosa accadde ma nel momento in cui vidi mia nonna stesa nella bara, con quel macabro vesti-to nero, il velo in testa e il suo rosario tra le mani, stra-mazzai al suolo e per due giorni rimasi chiusa nella mia  cameretta.

Mi ci ero chiusa dentro, avevo paura, tantissima, non volevo vedere nessuno e non aprivo a nessuno!!!

Mia madre dopo la morte della nonna si era recata in casa sua per prendere i vestiti che avrebbe dovuto met-terle, la nonna li aveva comprati da tanto: vestito, scarpe, velo.

In camera da letto rimase allibita, sulla spalliera del letto c’erano sette cravatte nere, tanti erano tra figli e marito, e il cappello nero del nonno!

Mia nonna, quella fatidica mattina, prima di venire da noi aveva tolto dal suo armadio e sistemato ai piedi del suo letto quelle cose. Perché lo aveva fatto?

“The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the best people.(Descartes)
In print and in e book for sale on-line and in bookstores or directly to the website of the publisher.
The book is in Italian and English and contains four stories that could be films, television series ….
A LITTLE TASTE:

Mysteries

I had just turned my 11 years old, it was October and we were at the end of the month, as every year, our farmers were in the fields for the olive harvest, before noon, my mom and my grandmother had gone to the country to bring their lunch and as always, my grandmother gave him a hand.

It happened in a moment, suddenly fell to the ground between the consternation of everyone and no one under-stood what had happened.

My father immediately informed, loaded into the car and immediately called our doctor why would visit.

The response was: «Cerebral hemorrhage, nothing to do!». My father, who was very attached to her, he called to his bedside a professor from outside, came the afternoon by plane and dad went to him at the airport.

Although he confirmed the prognosis and did not give us any hope of life, my grandmother died a few days later.

The o and my brother we did not quite realize what was going on but we saw all concerned and this procured a cer-tain uneasiness, moreover had arrived uncles who lived outside, my sister was lucky because it was so small as to be unaware of the tragedy that was taking place…

I do not know how or what happened but when I saw my grandmother lying in the coffin, with that macabre black dress, the veil in the head and his rosary in his hands, I fell to the ground and for two days I was locked in my room.

I was locked in there, I was afraid, a lot, I did not see anyone and I opened to anyone!

My mother after the death of his grandmother had gone to his house to pick up clothes that would have put them, his grandmother had bought them for so: dress, shoes, veil…

In the bedroom was shocked, on the back back there were seven black ties, many were between her husband and children, and black hat of his grandfather!

My grandmother, that fateful morning, before he came to us he had taken from her closet and placed at the foot of his bed those things…

Why had he done?

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