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The bells of St. Peter.

Like a good researcher, Lella, after the story about Agan of Mount Dauda, \u200b\u200bnow thought to check if other countries on the slopes of the mountain, bring the same legend. He decided to go to Fielis. Moving the terrain beneath the church of S. Pietro in Carnia rang the bells, and so instinctively decided to change the program to stop and see if there was someone at the church. The fact that ring the bells did not mean that there was someone, the bells now ring with the electric motor controlled by a timer switch. But this could not be excluded that there could also be the sexton, bell ringer.
E 'was in fact. The door of the tower was open and you could hear him down the stairs with some expletive not exactly in keeping with the sacred site. Finally came out in the sunlight, shaking her hair to get rid of dust. Was surprised to find it there waiting for her. If he knew he would not let go of all those aspirations ...
"On weekdays, there is nobody," he said, almost in apology, thus responding to his greeting.
"I was going to Fielis and I stopped by chance".
"But look at that country there is hardly anyone. They were four old .. "
"And I'm just old and my interests. I am doing a research on the law of the flesh, I'm trying to remember if the older people. "
"Ah! But there are so many legends in the flesh ... "
" I am interested in particular those on Agan! "
's statement surprised the Lella with evident embarrassment that his interlocutor replied," But Agan are not a legend, are history. Once upon a time here on the Hill of St. Peter Agan "
The sexton of St. Peter had the same beliefs of the old Dolaces. He used to reiterate the same words that are part Agan real and fantastic in the history of Carnia.
Lella did not know how to interpret this belief is so deeply rooted. He did not understand why even the two older tenessero us to stress the same way the difference between the story, reporting of events that actually happened, and the legend, reporting of events invented. Just at the popular level that was thought to be normal to recognize that the legend and history meet and mingle. There are stories that arise from the facts of history, and there are facts of history that ended up in legend. Some legends are born from the imagination of some author, but have emerged to explain the story ...
believed, however, that would develop these concepts in the premises of his research, and that was not the case to discuss it with the clerk. To get his story suited him unquestioningly accept his point of view.
"If we sit a moment could tell what he knows of Agan who lived here."
"I wish," he said, as if he had finally found someone who showed interest in his stories. "If you want to sit," he added, "I prefer to stand.
limped noticeably, and this explained his difficulties and if the swearing down the steep stairs of the bell tower. But, agitated, kept moving back and forth almost had to take into operation leg. Small and stocky, with thick hair of white hair, with his rolling gait made him in the head at the idea that Lulu was a gnome. He smiled to himself, without comment with his interlocutor, and sat on a stone bench, leaning against the tower, while continuing to tell him to take around it.
For generations his family had the burden of responsibility and honor of the church sacristy Carnia matrix. From generation to generation and moved the office from father to son were also broadcast the story of Agana, which added an element of mystery but also of poetry to the task of ringing the bells of the church. They had to get out paese ogni mattina alle sei per l’ave maria, a mezzogiorno per il segnale di mezza giornata e poi alle otto di sera di nuovo per l’Ave Maria del riposo della notte. Questo ogni giorno, per tutti i giorni dell’anno, poi c’erano le messe, lo scampanio delle feste…Era un compito chi richiedeva anche molta fatica. Per fortuna poi è arrivata l’elettricità, l’orologio programmato…Ora l’impegno è meno pesante, ma c’è sempre qualcosa che non funzione, e gli anni sono andati su…e pesano, ogni anno di più. E’ una fatica che si fa volentieri come servizio alla chiesa, ma anche…
“Guai se mi sentisse l’arciprete…” Even with the commitment Agan
... It 's a long story began again in the seventeenth century ... In those days everyone knew that the hill of St. Peter in the cemetery surrounding the Church, gathered every evening throughout the Agan But the valley. Everyone knew and felt normal. The dead were buried in the cemetery across the valley and the Agan is entertained in the evening with them. The living can not speak with the spirits dell'ultramondo fact, but the dead do. And there was confirmation that this meeting had also the living who could see the cemetery every evening filled with fireflies as if every night of every day of the year had been the night of St. John. With the exception of night of the dead! ... That night Agan did not see it shine and let the flames from burning alive in the souls of their dead.
Everyone knew, including the provost, who knew but pretended not to know. If she had known it would have been forced to take action that would put in a bad light in respect of his parishioners who appreciated the tribute evening Agan of their dead. Until the night of deaths in 1615 was forced to see, and he could not pretend not to see ... No one could explain
the incident for years, for centuries the evening of the dead had made to see that night the flames of agan hovering air of the cemetery joined the flames of the candles for men. When he reached the Provost with a procession from the village, was forced to see and report back to the Inquisition on the phenomenon he had witnessed. The notary Zuglio who was a learned man, he also give an explanation: there are many different calendars, so the Orthodox Easter does not coincide with that of Catholics, perhaps the timing of Agan had a mismatch for that year that the 'was made to coincide with the Gregorian calendar. In Rome the same year the Holy Office discussed with Galileo if the sun revolves around the Earth or vice versa, and perhaps this could have caused confusion among the Agan ... More than a spiegazione dotta era sembrata ai più una spiegazione bizzarra. Ma dotta o bizzarra che fosse, e qualsiasi fosse la spiegazione vera, l’incidente c’era stato. Il prevosto aveva messo in moto la macchina dell’inquisizione. Una macchina che si muoveva come un tritasassi. Gli abitanti di Fielis furono chiamati a Udine a testimoniare che avevano preso lucciole per lanterne, comunque a scanso di equivoci al prevosto fu chiesto di fare uno esorcismo contro la presunta presenza delle Agane, sul colle di S.Pietro…
Le Agane c’erano davvero e per l’esorcismo furono costretta ad abbandonare il luogo. Anche le Agane come il diavolo furono costrette a trattare con l’esorcista e chiesero di potersi rifugiare alla sera Mount Dauda. Added a strange request: to be accompanied by the sound of a bell. "Every evening at eight o'clock the sexton rings the Ave Maria, if you think that sound can accompany you ... just that it is not known around the ... The only compromise to be made aware of the need for secrecy was the sacristan. With the obligation to secrecy on pain of eternal death, and to communicate only to his successors
... Even now when the bells ring without human intervention, every night at eight o'clock the bell chamber is filled with fireflies, and lights. For the first ringing with the sound that goes up the mountain brought the evening breeze, the sound s'accompagna una scia di luce che sale e si perde su nel bosco sopra Fielis, per arrivare fino alla cima della montagna.
“Ecco ti ho svelato il segreto!” concluse il sacrestano agitandosi sempre più. “Io non ho figli a cui tramandarlo. Forse dopo di me non ci saranno neppure più sacrestani alla Pieve. Dal momento che mi hai detto che ti stai interessando alle Agane mi sei parsa la persona più adatta cui confidarlo”

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The man who spoke to Agana.

Lella faceva la ricercatrice all’Università di Udine, ad antropologia, o in qualche altro simile corso di laurea. Era sta incaricata di una ricerca sulle Agane in Carnia. Doveva indagare sul perché nella Carnia, più che nel resto della montagna friulana, fosse venuto meno nella tradizione popolare, il ricordo delle Agane. Come si sa, questi spiriti dell’acqua sono noti in tutta la montagna con il nome di Agane, Aguane, Anguane, Aganis, Gane, Vivane ed altro, e sono descritti in modi molto diversi, alle volte come bellissime fate altre come bruttissime streghe dalle mammelle a penzoloni. Nella Valcellina la loro memoria è rimasta fino a dare il nome all’Ecomuseo della valle. Nella Valcanale, ed in particolare a Chiusaforte, si ricordano associate a varie località. Tra i ladini delle Dolomiti, sono molto diffuse le leggende sulle anguane e proprio con una Anguana che adotta una bambina, prende inizio la saga dei Fanes, la saga sull’origine dei ladini. A livello Anguane the National Museum was named man of the mountain and set up by the National Institute of Research on the mountain. These data
Lella if it was written in the introduction. Had also indicated that the change from fairies to witches was the result of actions of the Inquisition that had tried to demonize the traditions associated with a pantheistic view of living nature, inhabited by spirits who could enter into relationships with men. But his real task was to do field research, checking whether some of the country Carnia, there was still talk of Agana. Vinaio had visited, with the idea that Gans was a further variation of the name. But as we already had modo di vedere a proposito dei Gans di Trava, questi esseri non potevano essere confusi con ninfe d’acqua.
Comunque la visita a Vinaio non era stata vana, da una vecchia del paese, aveva avuto l’informazione che nella borgata di Dolàces c’era un vecchio pastore, Meni di Flèch che raccontava storie di Agane.
Nella speranza di aver trovato finalmente una pista da seguire, il giorno dopo salì con il fuoristrada fino in Malga Corce e poi raggiunse a piedi Dolaces. Oggi la borgata è disabitata, ma già al momento della visita di Lella tutti gli abitanti avevano lasciato le loro case per trasferirsi più a valle, ad eccezione di uno, appunto Meni di Flech che continuava a vivere come un eremita, deciso a non abbandonare il suo paese “se non nella cassa da morto”.
Si era ai primi di maggio, e la primavera era finalmente arrivata anche nella borgata a 1300 m. sul mare, alle falde del monte Dauda, esposta a nord, abitata quando per sopravvivere non si poteva guardare troppo per il sottile, ed uno spiazzo coltivabile, anche se troppo in alto e con cattiva esposizione, poteva andar bene per ricavare l’indispensabile alla vita di una famiglia.
Meni di Flech stava crogiolandosi al primo tiepido sole, seduto sulla panca di legno a fianco dell’ingresso della sua casa. Aveva gli occhi aperti eppure Lella aveva l’impressione che non l’avesse vista, pur essendo già arrivata a pochi metri da lui. L’avevano avvertita Vinaio in that it was an original person. It could be said that the old original was before, with that head shining like a billiard ball which served as a counterpoint to a white beard, thick and untreated. In the midst of a sunburned face, marked by deep lines, carved by time, which shows two blue eyes fixed to look into the void. But that is not being seen, those eyes that watched and did not see, as if his eyes were watching absorbed in thought, was something too original ...
He thought he was crazy, and hesitated for a moment ... For a young woman, was not advisable to spend time alone with a madman, one of the deserted houses of a village abandoned in the middle the mountain. But the woman's curiosity and researcher won on her legitimate concerns.
"Hello!" Greeted him off at two feet away from him.
's greeting seemed to wake up, and looked surprised as if waking from a bad dream to find it hard to recognize the reality that surrounds him. Among those now crumbling houses was not accustomed to open their eyes to a beautiful girl, and in fact answered the salute with a "what are you doing here?" That seemed to go away, rather than a sit down .
"I do not want to bother!" Lella wanted to point out to apologize in advance, still less secure than he had done well to wake him. "If he wants me I'll go! "
" So why come? "
" For the purposes of study, I meet people who know the law! "Rise
amused. Lella And calmed, perhaps the person was not so disreputable as his face made her look. Sometimes, even among men, there is a mismatch between container and contents ...
"In my day we studied the multiplication table, not the legends," he said, laughing.
"You know, is a bit 'changed everything," she said trying to ingratiate himself.
"Who says so! But the legends that concern you? "
" Those on Agan. "
He frowned as if that word had been a provocation against him: "The Agan, I'm not a legend," he said firmly. "We have retired to live on top of the mountain Dauda" and pointed with his hand up the mountain, which slopes to the township was trying
For you to know something about Agan, meet with someone who believed they still existed, it was a fortune, Lella was seen already in his hands a research worthy of publication.
"How do you know who still live on Dauda"
"Witness the ruins of the hut over chaise"
"But what they have to do the ruins of a hut with Agan?" He made
sit on the bench next to you, as though it were his own grandson, and began to tell her the quick history of the hut.
You must know that Daudi and a sacred mountain!
on its slopes, on the side of Zuglio, there is a hut which takes its name from the mountain, this is hut chaise. But they are two huts half share, the top of the mountain, has never been used for pasture because it is the home of Agana. In my time, all shepherds, and no one knew it would push his cattle up there. Even so, confirming that this was a sacred mountain, was just the animals who refused to climb on top of the pasture.
I also knew his grandfather, he continued to Meni tell, but it was a man without a God for more money, he would challenge the devil in hell. He thought about those pastures could raise a great number of cattle, and decided to build a hut at high altitude, in order to use the pastures until then unused. It was thus built the hut above the chaise.
At first he had some difficulty in finding pastors willing to manage the pasture, but finally found someone like him without the fear of God, or forced by the need to disregard the voice of the people who considered the mountain reserved for Agana. But none of these pastors resisted in farm more than a few days. Like the stars in the sky to light up only at the della notte, così sulla montagna al calare delle ombre della notte s’accendevano le voci delle Agane. “E’ come se la montagna fosse piena di noci, e nella notte un gran numero di persone, si mettesse a mescolarle” raccontavano i pastori abbandonando la malga. “C’è un rumore assordante di noci mescolate, che impedisce di dormire”. I più coraggiosi avevano anche cercato di capire da dove venisse quel chiasso di noci rimestate. Ma se andavi a destra lo sentivi venire da sinistra, e viceversa. Era come se tutta la montagna fosse piena di grilli, che invece del solito “cri, cri”, emettevano un assordante “cra, cra”. “Son le Agane!” si convincevano alla fine anche i pastori meno portati a credere alle leggende, e abbandonavano la malga.
Il nonno era evidentemente disperato. Aveva impegnato tutti i suoi soldi nella costruzione della malga. Ed ora non poteva avere nessun ritorno economico dall’investimento, perché non si trovavano pastori per gestirla…Disperato, pensò di utilizzare come pastore Bepi Scivilott, quello che si direbbe lo scemo del villaggio.
Bepi era un ragazzo al quale il cervello gli era mancato sin dalla nascita, ma poi ancora bambino era rimasto senza genitori, e questo fatto non aveva certo migliorato il suo sviluppo…
Dormiva nella casa che gli avevano lasciato i genitori, ma viveva di fatto nella borgata, facendosi ospitare a caso, ora da una famiglia hours by another. "Sometimes the pig farming village of San Antonio, we breed Bepi Scivilott. The nickname in Italian could be translated as "fife" because he knew he had been given to draw whistles from the great melodies that built from giàtul only be derived from the branches (willow). Everyone in town helped him, nobody would have thought you could take advantage of his mental retardation. Grandpa! He was a man without scruples. Took him to pasture and let him sleep alone. He expected to have it back in the country already scared in the night, and instead dawn the next day found him happy, and how he could make himself understood, decided to continue living alone in the hut. Better that! The grandfather did not bother to understand. He saw the possibility of gain and gave him a flock of goats. And the animals who had never wanted to go to the pastures of Dauda, \u200b\u200btook with him to climb up to the top of the mountain. Indeed in the warm evening of August Scivilott stopped to sleep with his animals under some beech trees grew right on top. And the sound of nuts
reshuffled? Mah!. Scivilott said it was music. By day and by night he sang songs with his whistle, and the mountain turned into a wonderful orchestra responded. Sometimes shepherds hut Meledis heard him sing too. His song that seemed out of tune and unpleasant to other men, apparently liked to Agana. It was as if his vocal play music on a different register from that of men, but it was the register of Agana. It was late in speaking with other human beings, but he could get in tune with the Agana.
Scivilott But when he died, and unfortunately for him and his grandfather died young, is no longer anyone who could lead the beasts to pasture in the mountains of Agana. No one who knew how to communicate with them, making them accept the grass grazing beasts. The goats came no more on the mountain. The hut is not used on the chaise soon reduced to a ruin.
"If you want I'll take you to see the remains," concluded the old man. "So you'll have the confirmation of delle Agane”
“Grazie, sarà per un'altra volta!” gli rispose Lella e non volle offenderlo spiegandogli che non aveva senso la relazione diretta che lui faceva tra la malga ridotta ad un rudere, e la esistenza delle Agane sul monte Dauda. Se anche fosse vero che non vi pascolano le capre, potrebbe essere soltanto perché, per qualche caratteristica del terreno, ritengono immangiabile quell’erba.
La guardò con lo sguardo penetrante che gli aveva osservato arrivando. Come allora le era parso che guardasse dentro ai suoi pensieri, ora ebbe la sensazione che leggesse dentro ai pensieri di lei. Scosse la barba incolta in segno di disapprovazione e le disse:
“Se passassi di qui qualche notte sentiresti suonare il violino. Non sono gli spiriti. Son io che suono. Alle volte…Lo suonavo il violino, da giovane, nelle feste da ballo a Vinaio o a Lauco nella Casa del popolo. Ancora qualche volta mi esercito… Lo suono così da dilettante autodidatta. Dalle suo corde si riesce a far uscire un suono d’una delicatezza infinita, dalle nostre corde vocali sappiamo solo far uscire suoni e parole sgradevoli di inimicizia e di odio. Se le sapessimo suonare come si suona il violino…E’ evidente che suonate così, le nostre corde vocali, non ci possono mettere in relazione con l’ultramondo. A Scivilott che sapeva suonare male le sue corde vocali con la tecnica degli uomini, forse madre natura aveva dato il dono di suonarle con la tecnica delle fate, la tecnica del violino. Sapeva pur suonare lo zufolo meglio di qualsiasi altro uomo!..
Per questo poteva parlare con le Agane. E se lui ci parlava, è vero che esistono!!!…”