[...] Don Condition
When he had finished speaking on our behalf, we thanked him and kissed some of us hands for your kind words, and he strutted for our compliments. Then there were several proposals for settlement. A proposal made
Canon Don Lamb, another notary, another collector of taxes. But the proposals were impossible because they did not account for the small amount of water in the stream and irrigation uses.
The Contractor did not say anything. Let others talk and smile, with cigar in one corner of the mouth. The real solution
Don presented the Condition.
"These women claim that half of the stream is not enough to irrigate their lands. They want more than half, or so I think I understand their desires.
Thus there is only one possible arrangement. You have to let the mayor three-quarters of 'water of the brook and three-quarters of the water that remains will be for the Fontamara.
So one and the others will have three quarters, that is, a little' more than half. I see, "said Don Condition" that my proposal will damage greatly Podesta, but I appeal to his good-hearted philanthropist and benefactor. "
The guests, riavutisi by fear, they went around the Trader to beg him to sacrifice on our behalf.
Once he pray, finally gave the Trader.
was quickly brought a piece of paper. I immediately saw the danger.
"If we have to pay anything," he hastened to say, "Please note that we do not pay."
"There is nothing to pay" explained aloud the Impresario.
"Nothing?" I said softly to his wife Zompa.
"If it costs nothing, is cheating."
"If you care so much to pay," observed the feces, "You can pay very well."
"Not cecarmi if they wanted, "she replied." But if it does not cost anything, it's certainly a scam. "
" Then it would be better if I paid you, "I said.
" Even if I cecano "she repeated.
The notary scribbled on the paper the words of accommodation and had him sign the Trader, the town clerk and as a representative of the people don Condition Fontamara.
After that we resumed our journey back home.
(Actually, none of us had in Capio that consisted of that agreement.)
"Luckily I was free," Marietta repeated like a litany. "Thank God."
From "Fontamara, Ignazio Silone, Mondadori Ed Modern Classics, 2000, pp. 61-63.
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