This Marcovaldo possessed an eye ill-suited to city life: billboards, traffic-lights, shop-windows, neon signs, posters, no matter how carefully devised to catch the attention, never arrested his gaze, which might have been running over the desert sands. Nobody noticed them except Marcovaldo, the worker who caught his tram just there every morning. One day, to the narrow strip of ground flanking a city avenue came a gust of spores from God knows where and some mushrooms germinated. GradeSaver, 7 March 2018 Web.The wind, coming to the city from far away, brings it unusual gifts, noticed by only a few sensitive souls, such as hay-fever victims, who sneeze at the pollen from flowers of other lands. "Marcovaldo: or The Seasons in the City Quotes".
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Will review the submission and either publish your submission or provide feedback. You can help us out by revising, improving and updatingĪfter you claim a section you’ll have 24 hours to send in a draft. He is too good guy to live like other people. He could miss his bus stop an get lost or someone could cheat him, he often had troubles on work, but he didn’t care of it and, unfortunately, never learned. He is too kind to think about other people bad, he is also too busy thinking over about some very important (as for him) things like plant, rabbit, mushrooms and so on. Marcovaldo, being naïve dreamer who always flies in the clouds was cheated and had trouble many times. Indeed, if one is lonely, one becomes a light prey for those people who are stronger, or just cannier. You would have said that, the moment human beings had deserted the city, it had fallen prey to inhabitants hidden till yesterday, who now gained the upper hand Narrator Marcovaldo is embodiment of a man who longs for freedom but never reaches it. But later came the realization that these rare events will not change anything in his life and he became sad and morrow again. In these moments he was really happy, like a child (stories about mushrooms, woodcock, rabbit…). He dreamed about life somewhere where he can enjoy the beauty of the nature and admire his thoughts, he never missed any leave or little animal, he saw in the city because they were representative of nature. Each his day was very like another: the same way to work, the same people he met, the same poverty and the same food. But he stuck in concrete jungle of big city and he was meant to live there and suffer for the rest of his life. The realization that his life would know no other setting beyond trams, traffic-lights, rooms in the half-basement, gas stoves, drying laundry, warehouses and shipping rooms, made the film's splendor fade for him to a worn and gray sadness. This situation is one of those cases when “the worse I fell now the better I’ll fell later” is not working. Of course, it is always hard to acknowledge that, especially when a lot of time and efforts are spent, like in case when Marcovaldo decided that the best way to cure his rheumatic aches was to dig into the sand and spend there all day (the last one wasn’t actually his decision, his sons just left him there alone so he didn’t have other way out). This phrase is a kind of self-deceit when one doesn’t want to acknowledge that one made a mistake and the one is not the smartest guy in the town. The sun blazed, the sand burned, and Marcovaldo, dripping sweat under his paper hat, felt, as he lay there motionless, enduring the baking, the sense of satisfaction produced by painful treatments or nasty medicines, when you think: "The worse it is, the more good it's doing me." Marcovaldo When Marcovaldo saw these two quarreling, all his dreams about quiet and calm night on the bench were shattered because he knew that it may never end so he didn’t have any other way out but to listen to these two because it became really interesting for him how it will end. When lovers are together for a long time, they may get tired from each other and on this ground may appear different kinds of conflicts and the word “compromise” is a complete nonsense. A lot of mud comes out and for the person, who is just looking at it, it may seem that it will last forever because these two seem to enjoy the process.
It takes a lot of time when two people, who are in love, start arguing. And when lovers start to quarrel there's no telling how long it will go on. "It's late," he thought, "they surely won't spend the whole night outdoors! They'll come to an end of their billing and cooing." But the two were not billing or cooing: they were quarreling. We are thankful for their contributions and encourage you to make your own.
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