Mrs. Martini had 86 years and lived alone.
Unlike many of her friends, since she was a widow had not sought the company of a dog or any other pet. Indeed, he felt at last not to depend on other living beings, that of course also thanks to its enviable health conditions, which combined with his physical statue still gave it an undisputed authority and almost feared dead in quartiere.I harsh and ancient staircases of this village were full of life of all kinds, from young college students to young couples with young children, the elderly couples with caregivers to the sick. Just one of these, Mr. Gino Belmonte, not content with the accompaniment of Moldova, it was equipped with a mutt that was supposed to cheer in recent years. He argued for an octogenarian who was not even the risk to see the faithful friend die before him and consoled him for this molto.La Mrs. Martin would have gladly denied. Not only did not want pets in the house, but could not stand even that there were in vicinanze.Il bastard seemed to know. Every time she passed in front of the garden of Belmont, that indefinable melting pot of races to which it was saddled with dubious the benign name of Millo was produced in a bacchanal of growling and barking furiously. He had no sympathy, but she broke out as anyone, understood to have a hatred ricambiare.Per she became a matter of reasoning evening to think about how to fix the central terroristica.Finché was Carnival. The Thursday 'fat, apparently to attend the town parade, old quell'arguta acquired a giant Sylvester dress, big hair and a large head, from head to foot more than two meters. He waited until the two returned from evening stroll in wait behind the railing of the stairs that adorned the garden, and when they were jumped upon opening the next big hoofed legs, mouth open while yelling "Miaaaoooouuu!". That mutt jumped that never in his life and whistled a shrill whistle asthmatic jumping into the arms of his master who caught it to tighten petto.La beast was silent, finalmente.E from that day he became ill. Nell'inappetenza absolutely trembled continuously, between the tears newspapers its only mutual friend who tried everything to save it. The old Belmonte wanted him to die, rather, and not skipping any treatment or examination. But all in vain: his Millo died of starvation after two months of agony, without having more ripreso.Belmonte tried to vent his mutandolo in excruciating pain just hate. He denounced Mrs. Martini, but was acquitted in this demonstration of its good faith by a carnival atmosphere which resulted in a gesture of expression "because ioci" giudice.Passarono recognized by both the last years of their lives in the silence of hate assoluto.Lui not taken any more mate. She never had a moment of repentance and this allowed her to live many more years of that poor man, without failing to accompany the day of the trip.
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