The parable of the shooter of stones.
At that time, the man walked toward the hill of the mountain ' Olive, between the valley of the Oak and the trail of Margaret. But at dawn he went back to the cathedral and all the people came to him and he greeted them.
So he saw a man who was much acclaimed, but a bystander struck one with a tripod, and then another hit him with a statuette of the cathedral itself, shouting "Mu ... mu .. Muo ... die."
Then the king's soldiers stopped him, but the assailant tartaglia
"So. .. I know ... .. I have pe ... pe ..."
"Six Pepper?" Asked
"They are pe ... sorry!"
"Let him go," said the man had been hit, with great magnanimity, and they let him go, and that, just around the corner rubbed hands, exclaiming
"Ave .. ave ..."
"Hail to you, sir," answered his greeting to those who stood near
"Nonsense ave, volleys volleys ... I mean ... you ... you ... you saw how I hit. I hit him .. right? Oh, how I know ... how ... bra bra ... bravo! "
Meanwhile, the man who was shot was still bleeding, and the man of the hill, worried about such violence, he said wisely:
"None of you throw a stone as if it is not without sin!"
But at that moment a man appeared from the eyes of Braga, more wide open than those of Ficarra, and pulling hard man of the hill for the coat, shouted
"What c'azzecca ? This man is the devil, and if you teneressi him tightly, I hit them with stones, not too big nor too small, to make him suffer more! "
Word of Shelburne.
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