Arthur and the unicorn. Джованни Сальветти
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Название: Arthur and the unicorn
Автор: Джованни Сальветти
Издательство: Aegitas
Жанр: Сказки
isbn: 978-1-77313-989-0
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Text and illustrations by Giovanni Salvetti
Translated by Denise Muir
© «Aegitas» publishing house, 2018
Prologue
When I get home early in the evening and am not travelling for work, something which happens a little too often I have to admit, my three children want me to tell them a story. This is how it works – they all get together in one of their bedrooms and lie on the bed or on the floor. I lie down beside them and we switch off the light. They take it in turns to choose the what the story will be about. For example, we’ve had the dragon and the vacuum cleaner, the pig and the rocket, and zombies in space to name but a few. I take a few seconds to think about it then start talking off the cuff, never quite sure where the story will take me. It evolves by itself. Sometimes it will be a short story, if I’m tired or it’s late. At others it might go on for forty-five minutes or more. It depends on my imagination. I must’ve told about three or four hundred, possibly more, I’m not entirely sure.
One day they came up with the idea that, since some of the stories were quite entertaining, I should write one down. I promised I would.
And here it is in this short book. One of my stories. As I wrote it, a lot more details came to me than I would normally use when making them up on the spot at night. I hope I haven’t spoiled the spontaneity of the more improvised ones we normally tell.
To complete the opera, I decided to illustrate it with my own drawings.
Please forgive the amateur but honest nature of this book, which has been neither edited nor revised by third parties, and also of the illustrations, given that I am neither a writer or illustrator.
Acknowledgements
In addition to thanking Lavinia, Oscar and Alessandro (in inverse order of birth this time! Sorry Oscar, you’re always in the middle!) for being the inspiration for this and all my other stories, and for being my life’s inspiration in general, I would also like to thank Mikhail Tsyganov and Aleksei Glugovsky who, in their free time, helped me to arrange the print, translation, online publication and everything else required to make this book a reality.
To Alessandro, Oscar and Lavinia (in order of birth!), the people I love the most in the world, and to Monika, who is raising them superlatively.
Arthur’s family
Every morning when Arthur awoke, he’d splash his face with cold water his father had just pulled up from the well, pull on his shirt and trousers and run straight to the family’s tiny chicken coop to collect the eggs. “Well done Arthur, you are a such judicious, careful boy. Since you started collecting the eggs, you haven’t broken even one!” his mother would say. Eggs were important for Arthur’s family’s breakfast.
Arthur was born into a peasant family, the Bontempis, and they lived in the countryside outside Bergamo, a pretty Mediaeval city in northern Italy, between Milan and Venice. It was around the end of the 16th century, many centuries ago. Arthur was the fourth child of seven siblings – three girls and four boys – and he was eleven years old. In those days, families were much bigger than they are nowadays, especially among the peasant community. Children were seen as valuable as they could help on the farm when they were old enough. Living with the seven children and their parents was also old grandpa Guido, making ten of them altogether.
Life was harsh and lived according to nature and the changing seasons. The family would rise at dawn and go to bed just after sunset. The winter nights were long and cold and the land would be left to rest under the snow. It snowed a lot more in those days. In summer the days were long and hot and culminated in the all-important harvest which took place in September. The harvest was crucial because the family lived mostly off the crops they had grown during the year and harvested in autumn.
The land they farmed did not belong to Arthur’s family but to the rich Marquis Trecolli of Bergamo. The agreement, which was very popular in those days, was that the harvest would be split in two – half to Arthur’s family who had worked the land all year, and half to the Marquis who owned the land. This agreement was called mezzadria in Italy, from the word “mezzo” meaning half. The Marquis owned large swathes of land, not just the plot cultivated by Arthur’s father, which made him very rich. He had inherited everything from his father who had, in turn, inherited it from his father and so on.
It was not a large farm that Arthur’s family worked on, little more than ten hectares, which is roughly the size of two football pitches. Arthur’s house was an old stone farmstead which stood bang in the middle of the Marquis’ fields.
Arthur’s father had also inherited the mezzadria from his father, grandpa Guido. In those days, things evolved very slowly. You knew more or less what you would become in life straight from birth, meaning you would be expected to follow in your father’s or grandfather’s footsteps, unless you became a soldier and went off to fight in battle. It wasn’t like nowadays where everything changes at lightning speed. But sometimes magical things happened back then, like in this story.
The family owned two pigs, a mule, five chickens, two goats and an enormous dog called Ombra. He’d been given this name because of his all-black coat and dark eyes. If you didn’t know Ombra and met him on the road, he was a frightening sight. This made him very useful because he would scare away any robbers lurking around the farm, making sure they didn’t come back. Otherwise, Ombra was actually a friendly dog and had never bitten any of Arthur’s brothers and sisters, not even when they were young and used to pull his tail.
In those days, the children of peasants didn’t go to school. The children of rich families had a private governess who would be employed to teach the children and given quarters in the family residence. The children of peasant families would learn a lot about the natural world and how to grow things from the land. Moreover, Grandpa Guido had lots of stories to tell. There were many more wars and battles back then and Grandpa Guido, before he became a farmer, had fought in several of them. He had seen and heard a multitude of things which made his stories fascinating.
In those days they didn’t have televisions, computers or tablets like the one I’m writing this story on now. The only entertainment were the stories Grandpa Guido told after dinner, on long winter nights when the children would sit together around the fire to warm up and prepare for bed.
The family owned one book, just one! It was a beautiful manuscript on the history of art that a distant relative in Florence had bequeathed them. Arthur, the brightest of the seven children, would pour over it almost every day and marvel at the stunning illustrations of classic artworks. Moreover, Arthur never left his grandpa’s side and would constantly quiz him about the battles he’d fought in, and the many soldiers, knights and castles he’d encountered. The family rarely went to Bergamo, only Arthur’s father who was required to brief the Marquis regularly on how the farm was performing then, once a year, all СКАЧАТЬ