The worst thing…is to leave your own town, where even the stones know you, and it must break your heart to leave them behind on the road.


I Malavoglia (The House by the Medlar Tree, 1881) ch. 11, translated by Raymond Rosenthal


The worst thing…is to leave your own town, where even the stones know you, and it must break your heart to leave them behind on the road.

The worst thing…is to leave your own town, where even the stones know you, and it must break your heart to leave them behind on the road.

The worst thing…is to leave your own town, where even the stones know you, and it must break your heart to leave them behind on the road.

The worst thing…is to leave your own town, where even the stones know you, and it must break your heart to leave them behind on the road.