There
was a poor paralyzed fellow man lived in Venice, Italy. He lived in a small
room which the condition was not good, just lived with a deaf woman who made
his bed and attended his food, and he could only see little from his room. One
day, the fellow man saw a little girl that he thought she had needle-work and when
the time went by, the little girl grew up into quite a little woman. The fellow
man could see her from the reflection, when he nodded to her, the woman was nodded
back, and their two reflections became known to one another. Day by day was
passed, the fellow man fell in love with the woman. Every morning and every
night the fellow man would throw away flowers and nodded to her, and the woman
would reply back. For several days the woman did not appear, the fellow man
worried about it, and then he knew that the poor child’s mother was dead, and
it made the woman crying all the day. One day, the fellow man saw the woman
with a good-looking young Gondolier, but the woman gave a signed that the
fellow man thought they were just brother and sister. Unfortunately, the fellow
man health became worse; he needed a treatment, and for several days he
couldn’t see the woman, he threw away the flowers every morning and night, and
couldn’t see her clapped and laughed. One morning, he found a flower near his
bed, when he got well he opened the window, and saw the woman and the gondolier
were clapped to him and glad to see him were better than before. Now, the
fellow man knew that the woman named was Angela, and she was the best and
purest maiden in all Venice. The darkest day had come, now he knew that the
gondolier and Angela were to be married next day. The Gondolier said that
Angela had seen the fellow man for many years, Angela felt pity on him, and now
the fellow man knew that wasn’t loved, that was just sympathy. Both of them
entered the fellow man’s room, and for one chance in his life, now he could see
Angela from her head above her feet. The fellow man gave his crucifix for their
joy and they were singing the requiem of the only love that had ever entered
the fellow man’s heart.
Sunday, 5 March 2017
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