TITLE: THE PRIEST OF MOUNTAIN
Author: BARBARA Ziletti
There was a priest in a small mountain village named Don Stefano. The classic
priest with the long dress and black hat on.
He was loved and liked by all.
His typical day was like this: wake up at 5, breakfast, prayer, mass at 6 for the women of the country.
Then went out to stroll around the village distributing a bit of joy to everyone he met.
one of her smiles was enough to make you feel better.
Anyone had a problem was addressed directly to him. Mery
One morning, a girl of nineteen years, the came up with to make suspicious.
"Come father, come here in the henhouse, I must speak."
Don Stefano, amazed at his request he thought of something bad.
entered the house and surrounded by the hens began to speak.
"Father, I have a very serious problem."
"Tell me, dear girl, what is it?"
"I do not know where to start. Well here .. I'm pregnant. "
" I see, I do not think something so ugly, you can always get married, and who is the lucky one? "
" It's not that simple "
" Why? "
" Well, you see, man which is advantage me, without my permission is married and has children of my age. He is a person in sight in the country, he gave me money to go and have abortions, but I do not know what to do. I'm four months pregnant, I can not have abortions. "
"My dear girl, what can I say? Does your family know something? "
" Absolutely not. My dad would kill me and my mother would look at me more, I'm so ashamed! "
" You have someone who can help you? "
" I do not own anyone, do not know how to do. "
" Let's do this: I come home tomorrow I talk to you and your parents. "
"No, I beg you father, do not do it, poked di casa e non saprei dove andare.”
“Non preoccuparti. Dio vede e provvede sempre. Ora stai tranquilla e vai a casa. Ci vediamo domani.”
La ragazza se ne andò piangendo.
Poco lontano Maria, la pettegola del paese, passando li vide uscire dal pollaio e la sua fantasia iniziò a galoppare..
Li aveva già visti amanti e dato che il prete era un bell’uomo aveva già deciso che il loro era stato un incontro amoroso.
Corse subito a riferirlo a chiunque incontrasse per il paese, quando una notizia può danneggiare qualcuno, le malelingue la fanno circolare velocemente..
Dopo nemmeno due ore in tutto il paese non si parlava d’altro e i genitori di Mery la stavano aspettando furiosi.
began when the girl returned to rant against her without giving her no time to explain and in half an hour was thrown away.
Not knowing where to go went to Don Stefano.
told him everything and he thought the best solution for both.
The next day was Sunday and the church was packed.
When he entered the holy place, people started to mumble.
It took courage and began the holy mass. When it was time the homily he explained the whole truth and people were terrified.
With the simplicity and clarity, but also courage and coolness, he told them the plain truth.
The mayor, wealthy person the country, stood up and began to give the priest a liar.
Beside him his wife did nothing but good to give the little girl poked her head out of the sacristy and said
"After putting out, I will explain everything."
After Mass in the square and went out.
She was there, surrounded by the crowd and began to explain.
"You should know that it was the mayor to take advantage of me! And he did it against my will! But I will not give up my baby for that.
Don Stephen offered me a job here in the parish, and I intend to accept, at least until the baby is not growing. None of you is bothered to ask how things went ssiano.
You are all evil and full of prejudices. You should learn the goodness from your pastor, you do not deserve someone so good. "
The mayor took his wife by the arm and dragged her away. No one saw them more. Everyone wanted to Mirko
well, the child that Mery was allowed to come into the world and of which he had never regretted it.
Grandparents were proud of him. From
great Mirko would take the place of Don Stefano, would become a priest.
Who better than he knew the compassion?
END
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Ziletti
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