The meadow Samonte was a triangular patch of velvety green spread out like a carpet at the foot of the hill. Its lower angle extended as far as the railway track from Oviedo to Gijon; and a telegraph post, flying flagpole in the corner of the field, represented to Rosa and Pinin the world without- a world unknown, mysterious, and forever to be dreaded and ignored. Pinin, after seriously considering the subject as he watched from day to day this tranquil and inoffensive post, finally came to the conclusion that the telegraph post was trying its best to be simply a friendly tree, nothing more, and to give the impression that its glass cups were some strange fruit; soon he gained sufficient confidence to climb up almost to the wires. He never went as far as the cups, for they reminded him too strongly of some of the scared vessels in the church, and he was able to shake off a feeling of awe only when he had slid down again and planted his feet safely on the green sod. Rosa, less audacious but more enamored of the unknown, contented herself with sitting beneath the telegraph post for hours at a time and listening to the wind as it drew a weird metallic song from the wires and mingled it with sighs from the heart of the pine.

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El prao Somonte era un recorte triangular de terciopelo verde tendido, como una colgadura, cuesta abajo por la loma. Y luego, tardes eternas, de dulce tristeza silenciosa, en el mismo prado, hasta venir la noche, con el lucero vespertino por testigo mudo en la altura.

Este regalo era cosa relativamente nueva. Estos recuerdos, estos lazos, son de los que no se olvidan. Al levantarse se encontraron sin la Cordera. El padre no dio explicaciones, pero los hijos adivinaron el peligro. Era otro aldeano de la misma parroquia, de malas pulgas, cruel con los caseros atrasados. La Cordera fue comprada en su justo precio por un rematante de Castilla.

Era aquel mundo desconocido, tan lejos de ellos por un lado, y por otro el que les llevaba su Cordera. El viernes, al oscurecer, fue la despedida. Vino un encargado del rematante de Castilla por la res. Hablaba mucho, alababa las excelencias de la vaca.

Los hijos siguieron un buen trecho por la calleja, de altos setos, el triste grupo del indiferente comisionado y la Cordera, que iba de mala gana con un desconocido y a tales horas. Por fin, hubo que separarse. Se lo llevaba el mundo.

Aquello era el mundo, lo desconocido, que se lo llevaba todo.


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