; before a crib, there
; known unknown faces in meeting happy dinner
were sacred songs, sounds of bagpipes, jubilant cries of children, strife of players ... And
streets of towns and cities, villages, villages and Alpine marine
were deserted in the rigid night.
It seemed hasty to go to the other ways out of this house to that,
to enjoy the collection of the other party;
me back a little in each, then wished:
- Merry Christmas -
Luigi Pirandello
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