I the old Enrich Kunter met him first. She stood in front of the house, the pupils to look for the fat surface contained in a wooden tub, low and full of milk: blood cells span, slow, good, safe, with a wooden spoon in beech, the curved back, the cast of lively irises. Nora found that the normal man angry, rather than being hard crust and soft yellow that grew as the first. It remained unruffled even when ottenutala full and compact, nimble he disappeared in the store. He reappeared shortly after, with two loaves of butter between your fingers:
"Here." He said without much enthusiasm.
"Very nice, but really ... I am here for that announcement ... What she has left the country. "
And so it was: that Henry Kunter had spread the rumor in the valley, broadcaster, putting even a few small notice board of the club and the farmers' union dopolavoristico: seeds that would sprout, prayers to be answered with passion, he expected only in response to a colossus of a man, one of those used to chop wood, to be up so early, to govern the stables and storms, and instead ...
"Miss, there is no place for her here." He said with the harsh language, before returning into the butter.
"Wait!" I alerted her instead. And he warned that he should look better, because the calluses on his hands and three years from working to clear, in the cooperative, not had them all. That put to the test, if you do not believe it.
Enrich, before accepting the challenge, he divided the female with the animals still used as a plain, quartered pesandone strengths and weaknesses: good clean face, the frame work and his desire to do; suspicious that escape from cooperative
"A Chiarano say? Uhm! Also in celebration of those. Not amused, perhaps? "
" I was there to work. Indeed, to be honest, to me all the party almost every night, annoyed, "but added, a correction, not to seem to be a bear cave, she was there willingly among those companions, provided that the party would not last in forever. Another speech was the city, the chattering el'impicciamento citizens, good to put my nose everywhere and always.
"And here, what do you think to find you, Miss?" Provokes the dairyman, without lowering his eyes.
"Here ..." Nora began, but she remembered nothing important enough, or so immediate to convince him of his good intentions. He thought for a while anyway, while Henry absently stirred the cream into the tank, breaking the veil. "I know work. - Then resumed, with new courage - and am not afraid to sacrifice. I know that you are looking for help. And that, believe me, I think poterglielo give. I know, sounds strange that a woman my age travel alone, without a man, but ... "
The farmer scratched his head briefly, shook his shoulders and inhale a little fresh air of the mountain:" To me, miss, I'll be honest, I'm interested in that when cows in the barn they call her run. And what a hand at home to my wife there must always be, that is old and needs. "
In fact, the cutting of forest, field, fix the tractor, the wagon to move, and a hundred other worse weights needed are many other arms, and Henry knew, was surprised, therefore, to have them thrown into the valley to allow the woman to settle. Why this was doing him good to let it grow in space basin. Strange as it might seem, having other urgent human machine, quite another matter, the open loft, cupboard, heart, like a relative, not German, and female to boot.
"Can I stay then?" Asked Nora have, by bed eyes.
In response, he gave her spannarola in his hand and asked it to recover from that other fat milk bath:
"Now you look good. But meanwhile, wait for me here, yes? "
He returned with wooden containers, which began to pour in the cream. "Be like me. Here you'll see how it produces the butter. "
" I know how. "Nora said, wounded pride. Enrich
was sorry for her tip on the nerve, and not to give too much to see, took refuge in the store with a basket of stuff to spin in the churn and invited Nora to do the same:
"As a child, my father taught me to make butter in a bottle. We put the salt to preserve it. It was the German method. But now there is electricity, and not by much, you know? "
"Here." He said without much enthusiasm.
"Very nice, but really ... I am here for that announcement ... What she has left the country. "
And so it was: that Henry Kunter had spread the rumor in the valley, broadcaster, putting even a few small notice board of the club and the farmers' union dopolavoristico: seeds that would sprout, prayers to be answered with passion, he expected only in response to a colossus of a man, one of those used to chop wood, to be up so early, to govern the stables and storms, and instead ...
"Miss, there is no place for her here." He said with the harsh language, before returning into the butter.
"Wait!" I alerted her instead. And he warned that he should look better, because the calluses on his hands and three years from working to clear, in the cooperative, not had them all. That put to the test, if you do not believe it.
Enrich, before accepting the challenge, he divided the female with the animals still used as a plain, quartered pesandone strengths and weaknesses: good clean face, the frame work and his desire to do; suspicious that escape from cooperative
"A Chiarano say? Uhm! Also in celebration of those. Not amused, perhaps? "
" I was there to work. Indeed, to be honest, to me all the party almost every night, annoyed, "but added, a correction, not to seem to be a bear cave, she was there willingly among those companions, provided that the party would not last in forever. Another speech was the city, the chattering el'impicciamento citizens, good to put my nose everywhere and always.
"And here, what do you think to find you, Miss?" Provokes the dairyman, without lowering his eyes.
"Here ..." Nora began, but she remembered nothing important enough, or so immediate to convince him of his good intentions. He thought for a while anyway, while Henry absently stirred the cream into the tank, breaking the veil. "I know work. - Then resumed, with new courage - and am not afraid to sacrifice. I know that you are looking for help. And that, believe me, I think poterglielo give. I know, sounds strange that a woman my age travel alone, without a man, but ... "
The farmer scratched his head briefly, shook his shoulders and inhale a little fresh air of the mountain:" To me, miss, I'll be honest, I'm interested in that when cows in the barn they call her run. And what a hand at home to my wife there must always be, that is old and needs. "
In fact, the cutting of forest, field, fix the tractor, the wagon to move, and a hundred other worse weights needed are many other arms, and Henry knew, was surprised, therefore, to have them thrown into the valley to allow the woman to settle. Why this was doing him good to let it grow in space basin. Strange as it might seem, having other urgent human machine, quite another matter, the open loft, cupboard, heart, like a relative, not German, and female to boot.
"Can I stay then?" Asked Nora have, by bed eyes.
In response, he gave her spannarola in his hand and asked it to recover from that other fat milk bath:
"Now you look good. But meanwhile, wait for me here, yes? "
He returned with wooden containers, which began to pour in the cream. "Be like me. Here you'll see how it produces the butter. "
" I know how. "Nora said, wounded pride. Enrich
was sorry for her tip on the nerve, and not to give too much to see, took refuge in the store with a basket of stuff to spin in the churn and invited Nora to do the same:
"As a child, my father taught me to make butter in a bottle. We put the salt to preserve it. It was the German method. But now there is electricity, and not by much, you know? "
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