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Salvatore was fifteen years old, the eldest son of an Italian fisherman. He had
a pleasant face and happily took care of his two younger brothers. He spent
his morning lying on the sea-beach and used to swim effortlessly in the sea
where his father used to catch fish.
As Salvatore grew, he fell in love and was betrothed to a girl who lived on the
Grande Marina. The girl was pretty and had beautiful eyes.
Then Salvatore left home for military service to become a sailor in the navy of
King Victor Emmanuel. He felt nostalgic and missed the islands of Ischia and
Vesuvius which he now realized were parts of his life as important as his
hands and legs. He felt all alone in the battleship living with strangers and also
in the noisy friendless cities where he landed. Salvatore now grew homesick.
And above all these, he missed his fiancee (the girl he is engaged to) the
most.
In service, Salvatore was sent to many places like Spezia, Venice, Bari and
China. He fell ill when in China, and as he was suffering from rheumatism he
was considered unfit for further service. Salvatore did not mind his illness and
rather felt happy to return to his own home. He was eager to meet his family
and fiancee.
On his return he was very emotionally welcomed by his parents and brothers
with ‘great deal of kissing’ and cry of joy. But Salvatore was looking for his girl
in the crowd, but in vain. She was not there.
When he went to her house, she was sitting with her mother at the doorstep.
They had already received the news of his illness and learned that he ‘would
never be quite well again’, ‘would never be strong enough to work like a man’.
So, his fiancee’s mother bluntly told him that her daughter could not marry him
now. This was a heartbreak for Salvatore, but he did not blame the girl.
One day Salvatore’s mother told him about Assunta, a girl older than him who
had seen him at a festival, fallen in love with him and wanted to marry him.
Though at first he denied, on his mother’s advice he got married to Assunta
and settled down in a tiny house in the middle of a vineyard. Later they had
two children, both boys.
His rheumatism often took its toll on him; he would then lie down on the beach
with pain racking his limbs but never did he utter an unpleasant word for
anyone. Never did he blame anyone for anything in his life.
Salvatore was a responsible husband as well as an affectionate father. At
times he gave his children a bath and used to hold them tenderly as if they
were flowers.