ENGLISH

The aged mother

ITALIANO

La vecchierella


In a large town there was an old woman who sat in the evening alone in her room thinking how she had lost first her husband, then both her children, then one by one all her relations, and at length, that very day, her last friend, and now she was quite alone and desolate. She was very sad at heart, and heaviest of all her losses to her was that of her sons; and in her pain she blamed God for it. She was still sitting lost in thought, when all at once she heard the bells ringing for early prayer. She was surprised that she had thus in her sorrow watched through the whole night, and lighted her lantern and went to church. It was already lighted up when she arrived, but not as it usually was with wax candles, but with a dim light. It was also crowded already with people, and all the seats were filled; and when the old woman got to her usual place it also was not empty, but the whole bench was entirely full. And when she looked at the people, they were none other than her dead relations who were sitting there in their old-fashioned garments, but with pale faces. They neither spoke nor sang; but a soft humming and whispering was heard all over the church. Then an aunt of hers stood up, stepped forward, and said to the poor old woman, "Look there beside the altar, and thou wilt see thy sons." The old woman looked there, and saw her two children, one hanging on the gallows, the other bound to the wheel. Then said the aunt, "Behold, so would it have been with them if they had lived, and if the good God had not taken them to himself when they were innocent children." The old woman went trembling home, and on her knees thanked God for having dealt with her more kindly than she had been able to understand, and on the third day she lay down and died.
In una grande città c'era una vecchierella che una sera se ne stava sola in camera sua; e pensava a come avesse perduto prima il marito, poi i due figli, uno dopo l'altro tutti i parenti e infine, quello stesso giorno, anche l'ultimo amico, e a come fosse ormai sola e abbandonata. Era profondamente afflitta, e ciò che soprattutto l'angustiava era la morte dei due figli, tanto che, nel suo dolore, ne rimproverò Dio. Così sedette a lungo, in silenzio, e tutta assorta in se stessa, quando d'un tratto udì suonare le campane della prima messa. Ella si meravigliò di aver vegliato tutta la notte in pena, accese la sua lanterna e andò in chiesa. Quando arrivò, la chiesa era già illuminata, ma non da candele, come al solito, bensì da una luce crepuscolare. Inoltre era già piena di gente, tutti i posti erano occupati, e quando la vecchierella giunse al suo, non era più libero neanche quello: tutto il banco era pieno. E quando ella guardò la gente, erano tutti i parenti morti che sedevano là, nei lori abiti fuori moda e pallidi in volto. Non parlavano né cantavano, ma la chiesa era attraversata da lievi soffi e sussurri. Ed ecco, una parente si alzò, si avvicinò alla vecchierella e le disse: -Guarda verso l'altare e vedrai i tuoi figli-. La vecchia guardò e li vide tutt'e due: l'uno pendeva dalla forca, mentre l'altro era legato alla ruota. Allora la parente disse: -Vedi, questa sarebbe stata la loro fine, se fossero rimasti in vita e Dio non li avesse chiamati a s‚, bambini innocenti-. La vecchia andò a casa tutta tremante e ringraziò Dio in ginocchio, per averla beneficata più di quello ch'ella non avesse capito. E tre giorni dopo si mise a letto e morì.





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