قراءة كتاب Little Tony of Italy
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THE LEANING TOWER OF PISA 98
THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS: VENICE 101
THE DOGE'S PALACE: VENICE 102
IN A GONDOLA 103
FEEDING PIGEONS IN ST. MARK'S SQUARE 104
JULIET'S GRAVE: VERONA 106
WASHING CLOTHES 108
A FISH MARKET IN GENOA 112
COLUMBUS' HOUSE: GENOA 114
A QUAINT ITALIAN STREET 116
MILAN CATHEDRAL 121
VESUVIUS SEEN FROM POMPEII 124
THE APPIAN WAY 130
POMPEII 132
HOUSE OF THE VETTI: POMPEII 133
A STREET IN POMPEII
Photo by Courtesy of Italian Tourist Information Office 136
OLD OLIVE OIL MILL: POMPEII 141
POMPEII 142
SORRENTO
Photo by Courtesy of Italian Tourist Information Office 144
TONY TRIED TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING 151
TONY, ANNA, AND TINA-NIKI-FIDO 156
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TONY AND TINA |
Little Tony of Italy
TONY AND TINAS
It was love at first sight.
It happened as Tony was sauntering along a noisy street in Naples. One of the noisiest, oldest, and dirtiest streets.
Cries, songs, laughter, scoldings filled the air. And smells! But not the smell of roses.
Tony's brown hands were stuffed in his ragged pockets. A never-mind whistle was on his saucy lips.
But suddenly he stopped. He planted his legs apart and stared. There, on the steps of a church, she sat. Her beautiful, pitiful brown eyes looked up at Tony.
She had a bewitching face. It was a white face; thin and rather sad.
"Hungry?" asked Tony.
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ON A STREET IN NAPLES |
Then, without waiting for a reply, he added, "Come along. I'll buy you something to eat."
He jingled coins in his pockets. His mouth curved at the corners. He had black eyes and they gleamed.
They started off together, when, all at once, she stopped and would go no farther.
"Come," urged Tony. "Don't be afraid. I have money. See? I begged it of the Americans at the big hotel."
He drew the coins from his pocket and showed them to her. But she only stood and gazed at him with those mournful, brown eyes. Tony's black ones snapped.
"Avanti! (Forward!)" he cried. "What makes you stand like a donkey? See, I have enough to buy you all the food you can eat. I am clever."
He smiled roguishly.
"I cry before the foreigners," he continued. "I rub my stomach, so! I say, 'Ah, I die of hunger!'"
He made a frightful face and patted