There was once a peasant couple without children. Not that they would not, indeed, but was coming to them by the age at which children do not have it anymore, and even the shadow of brats. One day the woman was going to fetch water and met an old woman bent under a heavy bundle of firewood.
"I'll help, mother," offer themselves to the woman who hoisted the bundle on his back.
arrived at the home of old, he said: "I am poor and I have nothing to give thee, but in turn less than a year now you do not have that. "
After nine months, in fact, the child was born so desired.
The child was a few months and the mother made him go back to the river to fetch water, when he met the same old, who was desperately trying to shake her ass. The peasant said to himself: 'I can not help with the baby in her arms', but underneath it was instead thinking,' Do not think that the old will want something in return for hours Only for telling me that I had anything, not even tell me what '. He pretended not to see it and passed on.
the years passed and the child grew strong and healthy, but bad. he never listened to parents, took pleasure in tormenting the animals now and had quarreled with all the neighborhood kids. Moreover, they realized that he stole into the house. "And who knows if it also steals from the neighbors?" asked the anxious mother.
One day it was discovered that someone had stolen from the poor box at church. In all countries think that he was the son of two farmers, so they went to ask him.
"Certainly it was not me," he said testily. But when they went to search his room, they found the coins under his bed.
The child was then taken to the streets and judged. All the accused: the other children who had always treated him badly, and the pastor of the church to which he had stolen from the alms; i paesani che erano stanchi di tutte le sue cattiverie e persino i suoi genitori, che s'erano persino pentiti di averlo tanto desiderato.
Il bambino si guardava attorno in cerca di uno sguardo amico, ma non ne trovava nessuno. Non i paesani, non gli altri bambini, non i suoi genitori.
"Se nessuno ha nulla da dire in sua difesa, procederemo alla punizione di questa piccola canaglia," disse il podestà del paese.
Una debole e triste voce di vecchia obiettò: "Non va bene dare tutti addosso a un bambino, non importa cosa abbia fatto. E' solo un bambino, dopotutto."
Una folla inferocita zittì la vecchia. "Non merita pietà!" "Poteva pensarci prima."
Fu deciso che il bambino sarebbe rimasto tre giorni e tre notti legato all'anello di ferro a cui -davanti all'osteria- venivano legate la cavalcature dei clienti.
La mattina dopo, però, il bambino non era più lì, né lo si trovò da nessuna parte in paese, né a casa sua.
Qualche giorno dopo, uno straccivendolo di passaggio disse di aver visto, a molte leghe da lì, una vecchietta che camminava, aiutando il passo stanco appoggiandosi a un bambino pieno di premure per lei. Senza dubbio il suo nipotino, concluse lo straccivendolo.
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