Mr. Mario is known to all as Mr. Mario, or the caretaker of the building called Villa Cairoli, a nice block: six-story apartments and eighteen. Unlike many of his colleagues is not a meddler, certainly knows all the vices and virtues of the tenants of the building, but not going to blurt out all the learner. The opposite side and his wife, also known as the wife of the caretaker; eats only talk and gossip. And that day, to chat and gossip, you could do indigestion.
Fausto, however, is the son of Mr. Mario. A guy like many, normal, and therefore irrelevant. Nineteen years old, muscular and robust, a graduate in a vocational school, fun-loving wild and pathetic. A drop in the ocean. Mr. Mario
gioronzolava close to his box as he watched, without a hint of melancholy, his family: his wife, who spoke with the wife of the lawyer, and his son, who cleaned the square of paper and dry leaves. Suddenly he was attacked by the smile of a sunny-haired girl blacks, and Mr. Mario replied with a friendly gesture of the head. At that moment the porter's wife whispered to the wife of the lawyer: "And '... the new tenant came about a week ago." The girl jumped in Vico Love and walked away from the square. Fausto At that moment, his gaze fixed on the lower back, said: "Dearest!"
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