With a huge chronological leap. That's what's in this chapter the story repeats
After 15 years. The beginning of the chapter describes a landscape of all similar to that
Seen from drogo in a distant morning of September, if there wasn't a little
Particular which denotes a change. This is a pole planted on the side of the
Drop that cut longitudinally the plain of the north. And that particular so
Insignificant is the long awaited sign, is the view that the hour is near, it is the confirmation
A lot of hopes of so many illusions, is the prize to that long and dreadful thing waiting,
To that painful surrender, to those sleepless nights comforted only by the light of
A few little star green.
Maria Luisa Vianelli, guide to reading, bognoli editions, 1920, P40
A pole is planted on the side of the terrace that cut longitudinally the plain of the
North, not even a mile away from the fortress. There until rocky cone
The new reduced the desert stretches uniform and compact, so as to allow the
Artillery forward freely. A pole is lawless higher on the brink
Of the subsidence, singular human sign, that looks so good in my eye
Naked from the top of the reduced new. P 199
Go ahead and look closely you will recognise in their faces; the signs of the years [...] P201
In this passage, the author describes a landscape of the northern plains
So the plain remained motionless, stop the mists in the north, stop the life
Regulate The Fortress, the sentinels always were repeating the same steps from
This at that point, the journey of Ronda, equals the broth of the troop, a day
Identical to the other, repeating endlessly, as a soldier who signs the step. P206
One last hint of hope and enthusiasm, gonna let him catch a glimpse of the return
The beautiful season: the sun seems to erase the sadness of the winter and also the disquiet -
Brooding and the bitterness of the heart.
Finally, with extreme hardship, began to look out the good season. The snow on
Pass it was already loose but mists wet rested on the fortress. We wanted a
Powerful Sun, Daniella, for so much saddened by the winter was the air of the valleys. But a
Morning, waking up, drogo saw shine on the floor of a beautiful wood
Strip of sun and heard come spring. P214
The beautiful quietly advancing spring morning, the strip of sun on the PA -
Movement was moving. P214
Here the disease of drogo manifests itself in all its
Cruelty is joining the noises of the landslides, which makes it even more gloomy background to the last part of this affair emblematic
Now that the battle is near the health is less, the voyage of old age
Leaving his body but a spirit indomitable and making it even harder
The Waiver.
Giovanni in the morning woke up with a daunting tiredness that
He took it to the back of the head. Then sitting in his office, he couldn't wait that night
Arrived, in order to be able to jump on a chair or on the bed. Liver disorders aggravated
From General Exhaustion, said the doctor, but so weird eracedizioni, 1920, P40
Dialogo
" they are! They are!" Exclaimed in a low voice, as if it were a
Big Secret. " who are?" Did Drogo, surprised to see the caposarto so
Blazers. I'm " fresh " he thought, " this here begins his talk and goes on for
An hour at least." P215
The Landscape is becoming increasingly bitter and hostile, almost want to discourage that little
Man in that desert so exterminated: with the shadows of the night, go up and s ' Ingiganti -
The fears, the doubts, hesitations, fears.
Look at them, Giovanni Drogo and his horse, as they are small on the side of the
Mountains that are becoming increasingly large and wild. He continues to climb for
Get to the fortress in the day, but move it of him, from the bottom, where her grave the
Creek, more quickly than he climbs up the shadows. At some point they are right
At the height of drogo on the opposite side of the throat, they look for a moment
Slow down the race, as not to discourage him, then slip on for the greppi and iroccioni, the knight's left downstairs. P
In an opening of the nearby cliffs, already covered in dark, behind
A chaotic staircase of ridges, at a distance incalculable, still immersed in
Red Sun of the sunset, like out of a spell, Giovanni Drogo saw then
A Naked Hill and on the side of it a regular geometric and strip, of a special
Yellowish color: the profile of the fortress. P40
The Landscape is always bad sour, except in some particular that addol -
Welcomed the feeling bleak.
Dark side gorges opened [...], So seemed high. P34
The fear of life, but the man "heroic" much more heroic second
Buzzati, how much more is "Antieroico" the crosses through the awareness of
Necessity.
Oh, come back. Don't even cross the threshold of the fortress and back down to the floor,
To his city, his old habits. This was the first thought of drogo [...] ,
As long as they would let him go now. P36
The contrast between the net and the yellow of the wall and the black windows makes an -
Cora more desolate the