Those who harvest and plow have a beautiful proverb. They say, "worth more than an old man in a song that a young man in a field." They say a young man, not man made. The young man has the strength but not the prudence, reason, calm, anti see, the comparison with the past, that is wisdom, the 'man who is at the height of his life has always its strength and has the wisdom or at least recognizes the great value and has the desire and respect. The young man often laughs at the old board, it gives weight is not even hear, the 'grown man but listen carefully. Treasures. Sometimes she says, smiling: Yes, Papa, Grandpa, and then does a bit 'in its own way, but with discernment and discretion. He stands in the words of the old
what is owed to the true, immutable, eternal care, and what is due to the shaky old.
The old house in good perfect simple and ignorant is the textbook, the Bible, the Code, the recipe el 'encyclopedia, is the pulpit, the tribunal and the chair. His maxims, his proverbs are handed down from generation to generation, are part of the 'Axis family.
My grandfather used to say so.
's not much that I heard while in a wheat field the reapers proceeding in a frenzy of sun and cicadas, some say to a young farmer, husband of cool, who had been a while ago: - On I 'grandfather used to say "When he sings the CICA, attentive to the bottle and let it be 's friend." And everyone laughed and then vied in citations, while the cool husband claimed his part very well faunesca retorts with ease. Of these teachings
tasty, juicy and nutritious, it can be heard at any time fields in the warm sunshine and fireworks around the stables and the winter nights. And 'the voice of the old, the feeble voice of the old people still alive, or the highest, as reinforced by the cable mystery of death, those who are no longer, which is heard constantly, and fruits reborn from the grooves like the grain wheat for bread and the mind of 'soul.
L 'man who has studied the teacher and the library, the' working man's guide to the priest and the old, that is two-sighted, they see far into the past and the future. The simple and old
unaware of studies have had time to study the most necessary and fruitful, which is to control the test the truth of the facts of the eternal words, both those written in the course of consciousness as those transmitted by the wisdom of the ages or revealed from faith, and became his personal beliefs, our convictions and notify aphorisms. He found his point of support, the 'ubi consistam "and wants to share it with others. The scholar, because it speaks of the profane, it is difficult to find, even if old, and that holding such a peace. He always aim for research and for driving the doubt. From a peak reached sees 'the other to reach the top and wants to get there, seen from above
a' top of that the other is hidden and not at peace unless he has climbed too, and then here's an 'other, more distant, higher, or from a cave Where' d you come see a hole 'access to' other cave and enters it, and there is around for a while groping for the light to dim lights swinging until he discovers the switch to an 'other cave, and so on, on, from cave cave of darkness into darkness, deep in the abyss, restless ever, without end without end ....
The old man, talking about the old uneducated and ignorant perfect, senses before the 'nothing but the desire is bad thing, even that of knowledge, and limits as soon as his wishes. He accepts his responsibility and thoughtful is not to investigate further, and who orders because it acknowledges the 'order. And it sooner and more clearly the sense of limit, it becomes, like the cypress, the guardian of the border, "finium tutor. He says: - Our end here, there and there: this is our field: lavoriamolo in peace and good will, and then we can rest in a nice cool place. It teaches how and when you do the work necessary, and how to keep the stuff and the health and reputation, and the grace of God
When I see an old farmer or an old worker sitting at his table with a beautiful crown of children and grandchildren, I think the words of 'Ecclesiastes: "Go, eat your bread and happily drink your wine with a merry heart and God likes your work ".
The child with his eyes full of aurora in the family brings the freshness and joy, the bright hope of the morning the old man will spread the serene peace of a beautiful sunset, the soft diffused light
twilight abate and blends colors and softens the outlines of all things. And tired of the long journey, the good old man, and willingly and often says: Let us pause a little, enough. No more issues with animosity, with revenge, enough with the slander and envy, just with excessive desires, with the curiosity that lead to nothing, just not with dreams that never come true ... They call it grumpy but he did not offends and goes on, and while his words penetrate, and one day will be remembered and blessed. Its quiet, its calmness, its extent, stem from the fact that he was able to find, after much hard evidence, 'according to his conscience, which, being eternal nature, knows no hurry, and therefore he wants teach others, wants to help others to find, to achieve the same calm, the same calmness, the same size. And so it is, and to this end, harmonizer.
E 'him better than anyone else knows how to use the skills and manage the often conflicting forces the family to an end and a common good. He who has not studied books, but others learned the beauty of the disorder of 'order, and from others' madness' apparatus has wisdom ", also wants his family sane and orderly. The more the body ages
es 'intoxication, the more' soul is purified and free of all the crudities and the "sinful humors." T he moral health is in inverse ratio with the 'affralimento of the limbs. I really love and admire the spirits who have come to free themselves from the despotism of the diseased meat, especially if you are able, with only the aid of natural forces. As I prefer the woods to the uncultivated combed combed the park and garden, so I prefer these hoary and adust philosophers and prophets of the fields and roads.
Hearing their voice, I think I hear a voice of nature, like the murmur a source of Alpine and the rustle of an old oak tree or a beehive of buzzing bees': it rests me, rocks me, makes me dream sweetly. I'm fine with them. They are good, calm, patient, polite, of course. They have a cautious and careful about the hierarchy of susceptibility of others. They know by intuition and practice etiquette, the best part of etiquette, one that closely resembles the gospel and that is in the care and politeness of the spirit. Will be designed not to hurt. They care and delicacy of feeling incredible. Respect, as they love to be respected.
I remember about this fact. Once as a lad, I had entered with some companions in a house Where ' took place in a fresh dispute. We went to look around, with 'is precisely those' age. In a corner of the first room was an old man sitting on a chair, and leaning on his bat, crying. He had been employed by my family and I had brought a child in her arms, told me many stories and I loved him, like him to me. I had not yet seen an old man cry, and I hurt, I approached him and asked: - Sandra, why are you crying? - I took her hand and brought it to his lips, I held it a little 'while his tears redoubled cadendovi above dense and hot, then chiamatomi with an affectionate diminutive for the name when he called me as a child, he said, shaking his head: - I have raised respect! ... No nothing!
... Respect! Namely the 'ultimate satisfaction, the' final wealth, the 'final reason to live in an old man!
I have never forgotten and I will never forget nor tears nor words. The family fell into ruin, and even that I have never forgotten.
Someone said that to judge and condemn an \u200b\u200bold wait to be old ourselves. Then the judge will most likely passed on to a better life, and our decision will be doubly indulgent. Strictly speaking, any age can not judge with full knowledge and consciousness other than itself and earlier ages, especially the closer: a boy so young that a better judge of a child and a young boy who believes a better adult, and so on. Now an old man, having no other age behind him that 'eternity, to judge all others - and with as much indulgence interior formulates its judgments and his judgments - but can not be judged with full awareness that a old or more by 'Lord. The old man is always worthy of respect, even if he has done to not deserve it. In the latter 'case, his weakness and infirmity pleading, the imposing mass accumulated during the long years of pain, - all his white hair is a pain suffered, - proximity certain death, always inspired by something tremulous emotion of pity and persuade them to forgive those who had most to suffer because of it. But the good old inspires sympathy, reverence, love. Freed from the dross of the most impure impure life, he seems ready to play the white stole.
One would write a book very informative and very entertaining on 'art' s age. Believe that this' art is easy and affordable for all is a dangerous delusion from which originate many bad reviews and many rash acts. Ageing well is a thing very difficult. Quest 'summary of the latest chapter in the book of life is the most difficult to compose. I
noted that the lower classes, and I mean not only the condition of humility and fortune, but of spirit and knowledge, you practice this' art with more expertise and more successfully than in the so-called higher classes. Here, too, are good and perfect ignoramuses who can teach many things to help their brothers learned. First of all, they feel more clearly the 'hour of time and not sweet season. Quell 'now called curfew, and the winter season. And 'just' s time to move and feel, with the sound of its passage, and it is the alternation of the seasons. They accept what
'warning and the story. They realize, wonderfully, it would ridiculous not to accept. They realize, even more wonderfully, what weight, what value, which has immense scope for more to own and others' lives, that their painful and humble acceptance. They accept without too much tedious sighs their new duties, largely negative, ungrateful duty of resignation growing every day, and practice without resentment, no animosity, no jealousy, - the most difficult things yet - the new positive duties which are also rights of their age: the surveillance, control, 'early warning, repeated, tedious ...
Every state and every state have their own special dignity. The strength and dignity, and families an old people's healthy he's still strong fist is much admired and respected: the health and strength are the most tangible signs of a life not wasted, therefore, worthy of 'honor and imitation. But dignity is most important is always the moral dignity. This arises mainly from 'agreement between the facts and words, and possibly between these past events, and maintain required. between facts and words found and as it were concurrent. And 'from this coherence in the origin of life that has true dignity is able to act on others by force, and the suggestion of continued and invincible' example. Each rank has its particular dignity, and the old man who for more time imporsela knew, and was able to follow it and it looks like an endless persuasion to the contrary notwithstanding the delivery of life and pain, is the fortune of his family and many of the 'approach because it increases the wealth is more important, the moral wealth.
There were and are in the world, far and near, beside us, before our eyes, and we do not see many of these lives without Plutarch, but no less worthy of history. Humble, obscure, hidden, often heroic, sometimes tragic lives quietly in anything we know, nothing of which we will know who, acting within their sphere, and from that in other spheres, such as yeast active, powerful, which join with other yeasts come elsewhere and work in the whole mass, prevent corruption and the disintegration of life, preserve and perpetuate all that is really nice and big life: the 'honesty, kindness, selflessness, faith in the sacrifice
... I do not know if the one who was responsible for the scavenging of Chaeronea had never planned to write the life of someone of your humble and useful subject, but if what he had done and how he knew, it is certain that life would be crowning success of his admirable work.
Who has not known any of these heroes and martyrs of hard, grueling, relentless daily life? I know that some day they turned in their extreme and painful work, took the hard craft, it recharges the curves cross their shoulders to help lead the family to get her ordeal, and I've seen those for the same end, deprived of a lot of satisfaction, of honest entertainment, waived a little superfluous now for them necessary ... I will always remember an old laborer who, in order to satisfy her grandson had a late, potergli to buy some grain or some toy, one day in my presence threw away his pipe and smoke more. Something that will make someone smile, but I'm turning to the old smoking and ask them whether it is instead to make one think.
If you say to a young man's sacrifice is never sterile, he does not understand you, can not understand you, it is as if were speaking an unknown language. The older you will understand perfectly. He was able to see and experience that the sacrifice is always fruitful, and that the toughest, most rugged, the most agonizing and cursed is the most fruitful, because even if not earned him any benefice tangible, material, purified, fortified enriched l 'his soul and his conscience. As the same light reflected in more mirrors, I could grasp this truth expressed differently but still the same, the talk of the very old.
The young body that is more soul, more sense than wit, and his suffering from this imbalance, and fighting and fighting constantly with him and with others in the 'adult' s body and soul begin to make truces, then find the compromises, adaptations, and finally make it into a kind of balance sufficient for the purpose of life active and militant. In the old is the 'soul that has taken dominance, which keeps the body in subjection, and at the same time each day grows more from him, stands out, stands out, until all is dissolved and fly free and mild.
Now, the fact is that those who manage to extricate themselves from the bonds before and better and twisted the flesh, and to cleanse the dross of impure life, are the humble, the good, the perfect ignorant. It is they who accept with more composed, uplifting and aesthetic resignation 's ultimate sacrifice: to live life to the dead.
's why the countryside, in cities where more than half the knowledge is spread in' air you breathe with the dust of the streets, it is not unusual to see the old and full of dignity so natural distinction that makes a strange contrast with their environment and raises the most grateful of wonders. Some would say the patriarchs, others awaken the 'idea of \u200b\u200ban ancient Roman senator, others curiously resemble the authentic old nobles had to wear fancy clothes rough.
I noticed that the families of farmers who depend for a long time, sometimes for centuries, some ancient lineage, they ended up taking some of the ways of life and thought of their masters, as if the reflection of that light of nobility that gl 'invests continuously had penetrated their souls. In general are different from other, less rude, less suspicious, more educated, and gratitude, this rare flower of 'soul, there is unknown. E 'touching to see with what love taking part in their joys and their sorrows.
was on one of these families that I knew exactly one of the old ones I mentioned. I also knew his old master, a noble earl, el 'I spoke of an' other with true affection and sincere admiration. I often saw them together in the fields, I sometimes went with them, talking of crops, arguing for new facilities and improvements, and asked and they gave each other advice such as between equals. The science of 'one is worth of' experience 's more, since the count, in addition to being a man of large and sophisticated literary culture, was well versed in the agricultural disciplines, and the old settler accept any innovation without the stubborn prejudices of his class and his age, but merely to suggest sensible adjustments and reasoned changes to the general practice of the theory. Animated by a mutual esteem and affection, they collaborated peacefully with the aim of increasing production for the mutual benefit of their families and the common prosperity.
of this harmony of feelings, in a collaboration of interests without hostility, I had the test day in a show of exquisite and touching kindness. She had married
's only daughter of the Count, a lovely girl of twenty, and after the religious ceremony took place in the chapel of the villa, a lunch was served to relatives and friends of the couple, while another dinner was in an' other room given to the overseers of the families of farm workers and staff. At the time of sparkling wine and coffee, the count would have it, all the guests came together in this last room, and it was nice to see how friendly and nice cheer the two classes confused. The spouses were festeggiatissimi, and the newcomers, ladies and gentlemen, took place at the whim here and there among the large table rude employees. They were made of toast wit one hand and the 'other farmer and a poet improvised a' eighth in a fresh flavor Poliziano. The count had seated himself at his old friend. It looked like a little strangely. They were two good old both, with big white mustache and white hair, and looked like two brothers, one of which had been much sun and 'all other' shadow, carved in this' one in ivory and bronze patina and beautifully harmonized by time. I thought looking at them, that all this happiness was largely the work them. They were indeed the days when a wind of madness crossed the minds campaigns upsetting and upsetting many simple hearts, but everyone around them had remained immune to the 'shameful and insidious disease. The force of benevolence el 'example of their two lives and too cumbersome otherwise intact had done the miracle. And I remembered a phrase heard from the old peasant, days later, in a group of supporters of lit 'new idea: - Boy, you listen to someone who has white hair: you are in good standing with the' soul, because in this world we have a minute! -
dear good old man!
the end of the meeting happy, he suddenly heard the joyful sound of a band up from the yard of the villa. Astonished, the count turned to the windows, then beating him on the shoulder of the old foreman and turning an eye on the others said: - rascals! ... Without saying anything, eh! - And stood up. Everyone laughed and stood
scattering those windows, those on the terrace, and those down the stairs. It was an 'impromptu farmers.
Down in the square there 'was a buzz of people cheering the bride and groom. They went to the house to thank, then came down in the great hall where a group of peasant girls pretty young lady appeared at a bunch of flowers and a letter, and finally came out on the square mixing in the crowd cheering, shaking many hands, greeting many by name, stroking the small and distributing sweets.
was a spontaneous demonstration of affection of a touching and beautiful couple passed between cheers and smiles and blessings, and even tears, words of admiration and naive, she with her simple grace and his kind smile, like an 'appearance of fairy tale and dream him, a brave officer, with a nice sweet face full of manly nobility and fearless.
was visible in all a sincere emotion, and in everyone's eyes shone like a beacon of happiness that was shared and participated as a tribute of gratitude, 's wish and' love. Then the couple returned to the beautiful villa, and the party continued in the square and park, busy and happy, cheerful and composed, among an abundance of sounds and dances and refreshments served by the ladies and gentlemen who invited a lot of fun to be a fabled and butler.
And off into the sunset and a big powerful car came to rest in front of the shiny door of the villa. The bride and groom were ready and they went up. But now it was a great rush of people from all sides and in a moment the crowd swarming around him to keep it nice car trembling prisoner. Everyone wanted to see again, shouting a greeting, a blessing and smile 's last hope of the heart to the beauty happy. And when at last the machine was able to free themselves from the tenacious hold impatient and take the his free ride to the 'wide boulevard, everything was a loud cheer, harmonious, just a scream, high, unanimous, as a' prayer pledge for the new fate of those two young lives.
And then I saw a beautiful thing. In a tree was the old count, only. Dreamy pale, with eyes dimmed with tears and looked lost out there in the drive away the monster fast that it carried away, away, forever, his sweet only child, the smile of his house, the light of 'his soul, the joy of his tired heart.
The old farmer, the foreman's favorite, was a little distance from him and watched him. He saw that suffering, that he had tried several times as thin anxiety fathers, and went to his master, told him words of comfort. The count put his hand on his shoulder, on the shoulder of his old friend rude as to sustain itself, and with the 'other covered his eyes and bowed his head. And for a moment those two white heads touched, the two halos of their snowy white hair mingled like two crowns of glory.
It seemed to me as if at that time to unite the extremes of a circle Where 'had ended all his life and the hope of a people.
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