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The Well in Pollone Chapter Five

Updated on March 5, 2017

But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. Days stretched into almost two weeks, and I had to return to London; far too soon. I had enjoyed myself enormously.

On the day before I was due to leave, I was about to take one of my last breakfasts. This particular morning I had taken my bath as soon as I had woken, and had waited till after that to have my breakfast. My hair was still wet from my plunge into the stream, and I was still in a pair of jeans and a shirt but the day had turned out gloriously again, and I was going to make the most of my breakfast. I felt somewhat sad as I drew the bucket up from the well; knowing that it was the penultimate time I would be doing so. The panini was almost fresh; the apricot conserve was as delicious as ever; the caffè, when I had made it was as wonderful as usual.

It was the last morning, my last morning that I would enjoy the use of Umberto’s home; the last day of my wonderful holiday. The day that preceded the one on which I was due to leave, I was enjoying my last breakfast. The next day was to be the day of my departure to England.

Olga had promised that, on the following morning, she would drive me to Malpensa airport in time for me to board the plane back to London. So I had no worries about returning to the United Kingdom.

I was sitting on the wooden stairs, in the morning sun; looking up into the branches of the great chestnut tree. Suddenly I heard my name called, I finished the last of the caffè and started to rise to see who was calling me. Before I had a chance to walk the few steps to the great door, it opened, and there stood Umberto.

Ciao, Bravo!” he said and walked towards me; took me in his arms and kissed me on the forehead, as one would a child. “You look wonderful,” he said, “Pollone must suit you. They’ve been good to you?”

And within minutes we were as all good friends must be; happy in each other’s company; talking as if time and distance has not stood between us.

“Come!” he said. “We must entertain you. But we also have to let you say Goodbye to your new friends.” and another day unfolded in that wonderful village; in that wonderful country, with those wonderful, generous and kind friends who had taken me so much to their hearts.

What I wasn’t aware of, however, was that plans were being made. Plans had been made. Plans that had been made to make my last few hours in Italy as memorable as possible for me, and also for my friends. While I was out saying, “Good bye!” to my new-found friends and promising that I would return as soon as ever possible, and becoming quite emotional at their kindnesses and hospitality over the preceding days, plans were afoot. Plans of which I knew nothing.

We had lunch in a little trattoria I knew and liked a lot and for the rest of the day we relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company.

In the early evening, Umberto brought me back to his home, and excusing himself, as he said that he had to just go to the negozio to make a small purchase, he left me at the door, and ran off up the narrow lane.

I entered feeling somewhat melancholy, and pushing the great door, set foot inside to be greeted with laughter and cheering and kisses and handshakes from virtually everyone I had met in Pollone over the time of my stay there.

Everybody was dressed beautifully. There was a delicious smell of fresh pastas and gnocchi and risotto and, as I entered, the popping of champagne corks and more laughter.

It was amazing, and I felt my heart go out to these people in such a way that I became more than slightly emotional. I was standing there surrounded by love and friendship and beauty. The evening was beautiful; the people were beautiful; the food and the wine, I’m sure, were to be beautiful.

I felt a pair of strong arms around my shoulders, and Umberto, who had returned and stood unnoticed behind me, turned me to him; took my face in both his hands and kissed me on the forehead, once more I was the little child. He noticed the tears of happy emotion in my eyes:

Piange!” (He is crying) he said.

Then there were cries of. “Poverino!” (Poor boy/poor thing), and more laughter and kisses.

I was having a wonderful time.

The food and the wine were in such enormous quantities and all were so exceptionally delicious that we all overindulged, I am sure.

And so the night drew on, travelling from laughter to melancholia back to laughter and someone sang and the neighbours came out to complain of the noise and were invited to stay and then they went and returned to bring more wine that apparently their uncle had made on his farm. A music machine played Italian Pop Music and Elvis Presley hits from years previously and people jived and laughed and drank and ate some more.

At one stage, Olga did a “strip tease” during which she removed not one stitch of clothing, but it was so deliciously erotic and harmlessly childlike in the same moment, and the laughter continued.

Then someone put a recording on the music machine of ‘Va Pensiero Va, sull'ali dorate’ – ‘Fly, thought, on wings of gold’, ‘The Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves from Verdi’s opera Nabucco’. Immediately every person there put their arms around each other’s shoulders and sang the whole chorus. There was not a dry eye in that whole area under that massive sweet chestnut tree.

It was a stunningly breathtaking experience that I feel I will never forget.

And then more laughter and drinking and eating and caffè espresso.

Later, we became more sentimental and quieter. People were sitting in groups talking and remembering meals that they have eaten in amazing locations. People were listening to me struggling through mundane sentences and attempts at conversations; limited by my colossally inadequate Italian. But not one person made me feel any bit as if I was not the greatest linguist ever.

The wine and the food, but especially the wine, had its effects.

The wine and the food, but especially the wine, had its effects.

I don’t think I have ever seen an Italian drunk, but the wine had certainly done what wine can do.

Umberto and I were sitting on one of the lower steps of the staircase, with Olga sitting between us; her left hand holding both of mine in hers, her right hand holding Umberto’s. She was telling me that I must return to Italy as soon as possible and that she would like me to stay for at least another week or two or more. Umberto was explaining to her that I was always welcome and that his home was always at my disposal whether he…

He didn’t get a chance to explain further; for in the most sedate and ladylike manner, Olga rose a little unsteadily to her feet.

Mi scusi, per piacere!” she said, and walked in a vaguely straight line to the well.

She stood with her feet on its surrounding plinth and leaning forward, was noisily and violently sick down the well.

Several people looked over. A few of them clapped and laughed.

Brava!” said one, and then they all continued with their conversations or whatever they were doing before this interruption.

I turned to Umberto with what I should imagine was a horrified look on my face. I couldn’t put my thoughts into words.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” he said, “She always does that! Whenever she gets drunk, if she is here, she does just that.”

I heard a little murmur from some of the other guests.

I had an uneasy feeling that Olga wasn’t the first, nor the only one who had done this at some time.

And so, on the next day, early, Olga arrived in her car to take me to Malpensa, to take the flight home to London. Umberto, who had stayed in his own home that night, accompanied us. Before we left, he made me a caffè Lavazza with water from one of the plastic bottles that he kept in his kitchen. We sat on the wooden stairs in the morning sunlight; drinking our caffè; looking affectionately at the doorway opposite.

And I thought of the old lady, on the other side of that door; with the bucket and the brush in her hand… no doubt waiting.


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      Twilight Lawns 2 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Anne, thank you so much for ploughing through the Piedmontese countryside with me.

      I appreciate you spending the time to read the lot.

      By the way, I spent seventeen years of my life in Australia (Perth) so we have much in common.

      I can assure you that if you had met Olga and all the rest of them, you would have fallen in love with every one of them... and as you like Italy so much, they would have adored you and brought you so close to their hearts.

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      Anne Harrison 2 years ago from Australia

      Hi Ian,

      What an amazing experience that will live with you always. I enjoyed reading all 5 hubs about Pollone; I'm just back from Italy, and only wish I had found this village (but glad, perhaps, not to have to use the well).

      Food and wine are such are central part of the Italian way of life but, more importantly, it is the sharing of the meal, incorporating everyone as family. Life is for enjoying. It encourages me to adopt more aspects of their way of life and bring them home with me.

      Thanks for sharing,


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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Thank you, Mike.

      You may not believe me, but I swear to God it is true - your message was written "42 minutes" ago. I find it cute. I had it with A.A. Zavala for a while - it was funny.

      I won't say anything about writing - it feels like Ian invited (did he?) us for a tea party and we have already written a novel. Collectively.

      Yes, thinking comes first, writing second. Sometimes not, you may write kilometers and then reach Alaska when your brain picks up and start participating rather than just directing your motor parts (hands and fingers, it is called small motorics or motoric funtions). I am not going to look it up know, but you know what I mean.

      But do you have to read?

      Lack of readership does not mean necessarily that a writer is bad, but people may have no time. I am really bad with reciprocating with reading. But I have an inspiration attack at the moment (that is why I was talking about trucks - it hits and hits hard).

      It is complicated. I agreed to participate in the "Narcissus and Echo" project. So, I have to get up to speed and keep Narcissus in mind.

      About dancing: I learn tango in one school and rumba at another. I have bought "25 lessons for $20". The first six weeks is Rumba and Cha Cha. I do Cha Cha and Rumba is somewhat similar. Very nice - it is a motion of a wave coming and going, slowly, rhythmically... I did not mind being a man - it helps improving coordination skills.

      Good night, Mike.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      I am sure that it is not often that you get to begin a sentence with, ‘I was a man today’, and in a Rumba class at that. I admire that freedom, the ability to surrender your cares that is necessary to dance. I have known a few people who carried themselves in one manner in their day-to-day, then could completely release themselves once the music started. Are you new to Rumba classes, or do the lessons include more than just the Tango?

      I believe that people gravitate towards writing for many reasons. Many here at the Hub write to disperse their bottled up feelings, to share them to lighten their burden. Some are selling a point of view. Some carry so much pain that they plea for help to carry the load. Some sprinkle good cheer.

      I was reading a rather long essay by someone I follow. About the fourth paragraph down, I’m reading along, when I get to the end of the paragraph, I am stopped cold. I had to go back. In fifty words he managed to say nothing. They looked like sentences, one sentence flowed into the next. But either individually or collectively they said nothing. No thought.

      Then there are those thoughtful writer’s who weave sentences back and forth, like yourself and Twilight, the reader may not be aware of the structure until near the end when the tapestry is unfolded. So, with that I will gladly accept club membership.

      "The leader of the Liberal Party is..." and a business card with flowers. This could have been very acceptible in the decade of the 60’s and maybe the 70’s.

      Have a wonderful night.

      Good night, Twilight.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Mike, thank you.

      "42" makes me happy - when I see it - I smile - I remember the folly of it. I was waiting for a bus to go to a dancing class and there was no bus and I was getting worried.

      When the bus came, not only it was "Express", but his license plate was "342". I smile, the driver is frowning - I said "You are frowning". He smiled, too.

      Flowers? I like butterflies. I don't know.

      I was a man today working out like a horse - in the Rumba class there were not enough men and people did not want to rotate and the instructors did not enforce rotation, which shows either the lack of care or inability to have control of the class. Basically, I was using all my skills in dancing to dance a new dance and to be a leader.

      "The leader of the Liberal Party is..." and a business card with flowers.

      I don't mind pigs - they are very intelligent.

      By the way, speaking of writing - you have a very pronounced writing style, very calm, reassuring, no-nonsense, you put your words together like beads on a string. It is strong yet gentle.

      So, I am not so sure that you are not a member of the same club.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas


      The number forty-two pulls you in.

      The non-business cards sound light and airy. Flowers and butterflies, with your full name. Are you sure that’s not you? Just for a moment?

      Now, that I know your fantasy of running over a perpetrator, I will double my efforts to avoid being a perpetrator. ‘Dreams have no expiration date’, is a wonderful sentiment.

      Yes, lancer sounds incorrect, were free seems lighthearted.

      ‘Free as a bird’, and yes that is a valid expression. Deals with the ability to fly away at the first sign of trouble. Whereas ‘happy as a pig in straw’, has been modified, for you I am guessing, the word has been changed to straw. In my veiw, if you tell someone they are ‘happy as a pig in straw’, you are still telling them they are a pig. Not something that will be well received.

      We will leave it to Ian to replace the word writer’s ‘curse’ with something elegant.

      Cleaning up may not be as satifying as writing but it is necessary.



      "As happy as a bag of Pakis". Really, that happy? Does not seem possible.

      Through reading, education, life experience and disposition, you have developed a writing syle that takes us on parade of the facets of your personality, humor, we see the things that annoy you and the things that delight you. It is clear that you are secure in what you have done and clear you are confident with your ability to express yourself.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Ian, I have my doubts about "Dragon". I checked the web site for Serbian names:






      He might have been either DragAn or Drago (without "n"), but I will ask my Serbian friend.

      Our Macedonian friend changed his name "Dragan" to "John" in Canada because everybody called me DragOn.

      But when my ex was telling me that John had called or ..., I would ask him "John Who?" Dragan? Yes. I called him "John to his face" and Dragan when he was not around because I loved the name and it made my life easier to distinguish between "Johns".

      My parents always called him "Dragan", never "John".

      That proves my point - when you love the word (dear, precious), if the word evokes pleasant feelings, you are inclined to use it and it affect the name bearer and everybody around.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Funny, Mike. You left your comment "42 minutes ago" - my number.

      I have "business" cards printed in 2008 - they are not "business" because I, as you know, have no business in other people's matters/lives/affairs?

      Anyway, I have so many of them (maybe 500, maybe 1000), I will check later.

      It is a very nice design - different shades of pink and something flowerish and butterflies - totally not me.

      I need a truck or a bus (nah), steam engine, an officer in uniform, something suggesting that the person is not to be messed with and if such thing would happen the perpetrator will be hit or run over by a truck.

      You got the idea.

      On the card everything is false except for two things:

      1) My full name;

      2) The Quote: "Dreams have no expiration date."

      Profession? Freelancer. Freelancer!!!

      Ok, maybe "lancer" is not true, but "free" is true.

      Free as a bird. (A valid expression?)

      By the way, what is wrong with "a pig in a straw"?


      Mike don't say that drive for writing is a curse, it is a ... Maybe it is a vocation. We should ask Ian for a beautiful name for our "curse" because Ian is the person who would select a beautiful, elegant, tasteful word. I might come as a...

      I will write about names time permitting.

      Thank you,

      I have done ZERO writing today and probably I will remain at the ZERO level tomorrow.

      But cleaning up is picking up...

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      My very own inventions is: "As happy as a bag of Pakis". You have no idea how many heads that turns in this politically correct country.

      Here's a coincidence for you, Svetlana: Nemenja's father's name is Dragon!

      Unfortunately, Mike, I have several writing styles, ranging from scribble all the way up to crap... with a bit of poetic pretension in between.

      But it keeps me as happy as a bag of Pakis, and that's what matters, Innit.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      'Happy as a pig in straw', is a valid expression. It is not a flattering expression.

      Both you an Ian have a passion, a drive for writing. You both are developing your individual styles. I do not have that curse.

      I don't know how to monetize your love of names, but there must be a way to do that.

      'The Strength in a Name' by Svetlana

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Thank you, Ian. That hub was one of the first and it has to be rewritten. I have three hubs in mind about names (some are half-written). I put them off because the topic does not seem to be of any interest to others.

      A name is a part of the identity. "I AM David". Not "I am A David" (you are a student, you are a man, you are a person, but with names "you are "one and the only").

      If you had said "David" in Israel (Judea) in those times when the name had been devised (I guess my tenses are terrible), it would have been perceived like that:

      "David" - "Beloved". I am David - I am Beloved.

      I love the concept and frankly I like the name. I don't know how the language have progressed since then - maybe the word has lost its meaning.

      There is a name in Macedonian (I am sure in Serbian as well) - Dragan. It means "Dear" as in male. An old Russian name - Dragomir (dear peace).

      You can compare (it is very easy to build names - like playing with blocks.)

      Dragomir = Drag(an) + mir

      Vladimir = Vlad + mir

      You see the irony of fate: Vladimir is the name that survived Christianity and Dragomir did not. Therefore it is OK to name boys Vladimirs, but if you dare to use Dragomir you will be ridiculed mercilessly. And the first victim is the child.

      My grandfather was Vladimir. The only reason for the survival of the name was that princes used it a lot. It was aristocratic.

      The might has the right? Is that the expression? Princes were canonized. Therefore, the name Vladimir was put together with Peters, Michaels, Simons... The Church dictated the choice of the name.

      I would not mind a boy Dragomir. The advantage of Vladimir being known outside Russia is that most people put the emphasis on "mir"" (should be on "di"), but in Dragomir it falls on "mir". Vladimir is a trailblazer ...

      I think this qualifies for a hub. What can I do? I love names.


      Mike, thank you for your wishes. I was so happy yesterday because I managed to produce a decent draft for an article (happy as a pig in straw? Is it a valid expression or Ian's only?

      Well, happy as in happy. I did not even stay up late - my usual problem when "inspiration traps me".

      Today, I realized the article has to be rewritten, maybe a few times. But there is no rush - "the essence of writing is in rewriting".

      So, it will certainly take a few days.

      Thank you again and I wish you the same, have the time to do what you want, maybe it is not even writing.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Good morning Ian and Svetlana, hope you have the time to sit and write today.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I remember that hub. it was the first of yours that I read... That'd how I got to know you and became impressed by your writing... and got to like you!

      It's true, though, isn't it. If my name were Alcibiades C Jockstrap, and I liked it (which I would) I would be most annoyed if people wanted to shorten it or lengthen it or mess around with it.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      No, it's OK, Ian. I do believe that the name must be respected as a person who bears it.

      Trying to make it comfortable for yourself rather than for the other person is the same as to say I don't give a ... (use your imagination) about you. I don't care.

      I told you when people were trying to make me "Lana", I said "fine, but I will shorten your name as well"

      Irene - ene

      Thomas - mas

      Earl - tough luck - Rl

      I have one article almost ready, but maybe I will let it sit for a couple of days to see it with fresh mind.

      Take care,

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Well done. It is frequently a defence mechanism to make fun of those who are different. Frequently it is the one who is most limited who laughs at others' accents. I had it enough when I went to Australia. I have a mixture of accents that people can't really pinpoint, so they find it uncomfortable.

      Maybe that is why I wanted to pronounce Nemanja's name correctly. To make up for the people who took the piss out of my accents.

      Yes I did pronounce it correctly, and his mother was very grateful.

      It is amazing when people read 'And then, of course, there was Zoki' the title to my story. They all want to pronounce Zoki as "Zoki" to rhyme with "jokey"... rather than "cocky".

      There was a little Chinese girl in our school whose name was Pinyin... it means snowflake... the other staff said, "We can't pronounce that... We'll call you Sally" Isn't that rude?

      And a Nigerian boy whose name was Ola Wole... "We can't pronounce that... We'll call you Michael".

      I hate English people just for that attitude.

      Both children, by the way were very intelligent... ran circles around their English counterparts.

      One of the most intelligent children I ever taught was a Russian boy... Alexander... Sasha.

      And a Bengali girl, Tina and her sister Tumpa.

      My mother was going to call me by the Welsh version of John/Ian... Ioan (Pronounced a little like "ya yan") but she decided on Ian because there is nothing you can do with Ian... It can't be shortened, it can't be lengthened with a "y" or "ie". there's no diminutive.

      Her name was Ann ( a lovely name) and her family called her "Annie" which she hated.

      Thank you mother!!!

      Ramble, ramble, ramble...

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      But did you/they manage to pronounce Zoran? I don't mind Zoki, it is your story.

      Daniel's best friend is Zaina. Zoran, Zaina... she is from Egypt.

      nye-myen-'ya - in Russian is for "not me". Serbian and Russian are very close.

      In Canada and especially in Toronto, there are so many foreign names - so Zoran would be OK.

      People should make an effort - to care for the name. You know my position on that.

      But I always manage to find a way to counterattack - to find a weak spot and hit - damn! I am vicious.

      When some people laughed at my pronunciation here, I asked them "How many foreign languages do YOU speak?"

      "How many of them without an accent?"

      That was always the end of it. The only people to make fun at your mistakes - those who never tried.

      Well, I am like that. "Don't you dare!"

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      But Zoki is a nice friendly name, si I think I will stay with Zoki.My poor little Serbian boy. Not one person in the school could botheer to try to pronounce his name proprly.

      His name was Nemanja (Pronounced ne-men-ya (accent on the first syllable) (ne as in never) So they called him Ne-man-jar. (accent on the second syllable)

      No wonder he need somebody to care.

      I was the only one in the school who thought it was important.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Ian and Mike:

      I happened to commit myself to something, so having no time, I can say this for now.

      1. I will check out the book.

      2. There is an illustrator here on HP for children's books.

      3. Shadesbreath told me that his illustrator (for his book) lives in Spain (so spanning continents is not a big deal)

      4. "Zoran" means Dawn. I have written half a hub about Daniel's name - the one that I chose. Russians and Serbs have it identical. But I don't want to reveal it too soon, the only thing I can tell you that it has two parts and the second is "zar" which is shortened from Dawn "....zar". (has nothing to do with czar - czar is deformed and derailed Caesar).

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      You are so kind. But I would love to find an artisrt capable of drawing a puppy who (and I quote) :

      "... looked as if he had been made from a “Build Your Own Puppy” kit, (and the instructions were all in Swedish).

      Zoki usually wore his ears inside out.

      His real name, his very special real name, was:

      Zoran the Magnificent.

      The Man called him Zoki quite a lot, because Zoki is a nice friendly name, and it made him feel warm and wanted.

      But sometimes he needed more than just a warm, friendly name.

      Sometimes he needed to be made to feel important, and brave, and even fearless.

      There were times when he felt that he was just a very small puppy.

      Which he was!"

      and so I goes on, for another 3,300 words, with no illustrations.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      You would deny, Zoran literary immortality because of an all but forgotten Italian acrobat? Have not the Italians influenced history enough? Losing the story for all time is a high price to pay, as you have submitted that it is the best thing you have written. I will suggest, as I have to my mother-in-law, the stories that are not presented will be lost.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Svetlana, why don't you see if that book is in the library? I would be surprised if you read it and then BOTH didn't want a copy at home to read and read and read and read and read and...

      Do I sound as if I like it?

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Mike, the story is perhaps one of the best things I have ever written. It may be a children's story, but I am so happy with it. It also includes one of my dogs, Zoki, whose real name, Zoran, happens to be a Serbian name.

      See the connection?

      If there is anything that I would like to see published, it is that story. It needs illustration, and although I can draw, I want it to be perfect, so unless someone is capable of capturing Zoki in pencil and Harry (his brother) and Dulcie (his mother - which I have done) and a burglar and an Italian acrobat and and and... then, it will never be published.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Ian & Mike, thank you for suggestions for Daniel. I may not see him for a while, though; my ex has two months vacation this year and he goes camping and I don't know where, but I thought that it is much better for our son to spend time out in the wild than here in the city.

      About dancing:

      "breaking an arm" - he is a good dancer, but he is not nice (for the lack of a better word). I could have refused his invitation, but then it would have become "a political statement" and I don't need to ruin my reputation. I don't want to be seen as mean.

      Usually I am safe as he does not consider me a good partner, but he always complains about everything including not having enough partners. The point that he was making was a valid one, however, it was not necessary to be... Or maybe I will remember it better. One guy told "don't break my fingers" - I am not a breaker of anything. But once my fingers cracked so badly that my partner stopped in his tracks - "Was is yours?" Thank God, I have enough flexibility.

      I know it is difficult to explain, but there are such things as "embrace" (in tango, the embrace is close, it is more like hugging, only stylized beautifully, one arm completely around the partner's back, the other extended).

      The extended (right) after one hour of "dancing" (I am sorry, my tongue does not turn to call it dancing) my arm hurt so much that I was considering starting doing weights - I think I must anyways.

      There is "embrace" and "hold" - these positions are very important for coordination. Being so close in tango - if partners cannot coordinate their movements, they step on each other and that was what I had for an hour - a guy stepping on me. The distance between us was set greater than in real tango. There is a difference in where from the lead comes - from the chest ... One instructor told me that I had to wait for him and he was pushing with his legs and again it is a completely different feel. So, as of now, I know practically nothing.

      And all of balancing of one foot - eyes are closed for "feeling" whether the man is on the right (leaning to the right) or on the left (leaning to the left). "Leaning" should be pronounced (or "articulated") enough for me to be able to recognize "the accent" without thinking (or looking).

      Feet movement is different as well. That is the reason I said it was so difficult. But I was supposed to do the exercises and I did not - I cannot do it in my room, not on a carpet, not without a mirror, - but to do it in front of my parents? Just forget it. Maybe someday I will stop caring about their constant disapproval. But today in the morning my father made a remark and all the pain that comes from their rejection surfaced again.

      Mike, you are right, dance sets you free, only when you "dance", exercise is like military drills, a necessity. I love tango music, but when we practiced I could not even hear it - I was so preoccupied with movement.

      And I had to explain to my partner what leading was all about - he is not ready to dance tango

      it is like asking Daniel to write an philosophical essay. He does not write essays yet, he can manage a story. I will see how my tango progress and writing too.

      Have a good day, gentlemen.


      Ian, I looked up the book that you recommended, but right after it there was another and I thought it was for children as well, but then I glanced at a price...

      but I think it is right up my valley:


      "Words and Minds: How We Use Language to Think Together"

      All in all, this work is a successful combination of review and originality, accessible to those not already indoctrinated into the discourse of the close analysis of text, but also containing much of interest to those who are.

      –Linguist List

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Good morning Ian, you brought Savanarola into the conversation and the Apple of Eden followed. But the Calvinist surely would not resort to such methods. They would first have to go to the local hardware for firewood and charcoal lighter fluid and one of those plastic lighter sticks. The Calvinist are not know to just spend money without at least a couple of meetings. Sure they don’t mind stealing a brick, but more than that calls for deep meditation.

      It does sound to me like your, ‘A Story Written for a Serbian Boy’, is a natural for a Hub. A quick introduction, the story (already written), and graceful conclusion - “POST”

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      I know nothing about the Tango, and little about music. That is not how my life has played out. So your descriptions of the Tango and Salsa I read with interest. There must be a natural grace even to begin. There must be some joy in your heart just aching to escape. Isn’t that what dance is? Dance sets you free.

      I was twenty when I discovered Heinlein. He saw me through the Army and spent many years as a source of entertainment.

      There is the slightest of hints, that you need a different dance instructor/dance partner. The ‘nearly broke my arm’ is my clue.

      Have a pleasant day.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I wrote a story once to help a little Serbian boy in my class to fit in. He spoke hardly any English, and was very disruptive in consequence.

      I wrote it with him sitting beside me at the computer, and than bulked it out later.

      It became one of the stories that the class(es) always asked for when there was "me reading to them time on the carpet in the corner"... They loved it and would sometimes have their own copies to read along, and sometimes just sit and listen.

      It was a story with a little bit of audience participation and they loved it.

      I guarantee every child who would be involved in that story could read and understand all those words... if nothing else.

      Svetlana, there is another book that I love so much and I know the children adored it. It is a published book and I can guarantee that Daniel will love it:

      It is 'I'll Take You to Mrs Cole' by Michael Foreman

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Mike, the Calvinists are after me because I am writing an iconoclastic short story which might not only have my front room window broken, but might entail me being stoned to death. I mean (says he with absolutely no historical relevance), look what happened to Savanarola!

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Scusi! But if you looked like a cow on ice, I am sure that you looked like a Bovine Princess!

      I love the description of the Tango being more of a dance; but a political statement.

      Say "Tango" to me and I see the Tango being danced in that amazingly beautiful Allan Parker directed movie, 'Evita'. Being danced both by Madonna and Antonio Banderas. Also in the streets and in the rain by the Descamisados.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Mike, I am sorry, but you are wrong. I was terrible.

      Tango is very different from Salsa - it will take time to learn. My partner could not lead - I was going backwards, eyes closed, not knowing what foot to start with, always balancing on one foot, leaning to the side ... it is difficult.

      I never say something just to fish for a compliment - that was true. But I am not upset - it was to be expected. When I will get decent, I can go to Tango clubs and I assume partners there might be "gooder".

      Today, one of the partners in Salsa did something that resembled more "wrestling" than dancing and he nearly broke my arm showing me that I did not hold it properly. He could have done it in a nice way, but he is not the type...

      Thank you for suggestions for reading. Daniel only loves funny stories and Halloween type of stories. There is one book in Russian - we read it all the time! I cannot take it anymore. Then I convinced him to listen to the fables - there is one about a monkey and a mirror - he laughed, now we read it over and over and over.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Ian, because of the hours upon decades of reading I am able to but a few words together now and then. The only writing I have done is here on the Hub. There are some minor exceptions regarding lost love in short poems written as a young man. There is no wellspring.

      There is so much going on in the comments I know that I am skipping over important points. "A Cow on Ice", I don't believe for one minute. But no you have built confidence. So much so that you have a regular dance night.

      Daniels quote about reading, "It's lame and pathetic", tells me he hasn't found his 'author' yet. So of the juvenile Robert A. Heinlein may fill the need of a young man searching for an author. Even Ray Bradbury might.

      Hope both of you have a great 'Calvinist' free evening.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      I meant you both, you and Mike. Plural. I can cope with anything - misunderstandings, too.

      If anyone points out my mistakes, I usually say - it is part of my charm and being irresistible.

      Never offended - I love learning for the sake of learning, for the fun of it. Gotta love the process.

      You should have seen me in my first tango lesson - a cow on ice - so?

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      E vero. Sone non i ragazzi, ma un ragazzo... (On huomo)

      And I most probably cocked that up amazingly, but if the Italians could cope with it, then others must

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Ciao, ragazzi:

      I guess I am an Italian mood or in a mood for an Italian (thinking about a new hub "an ideal husband - a cheap one")

      I used to be very judgmental about the language because my mother was critical (particular) and I thought knowing your own language was a must. Otherwise how could you respect yourself? All other trifles like math and physics were optional, but language? It does not have to be perfect, but decent".

      The good thing I am not a perfectionist - not my personality type. When I came to Canada - I had to accept that my language is so far from "acceptable" and I had to find a way not to be ashamed. Then I learned that I could live with imperfections. "Getting your message across", trying and doing your best at any given time and being relaxed. Tolerance and acceptance go a long way. Immigration taught me a lot. Marriage taught me a lot. My illness & the tribulations associated with it taught me a lot.

      So, rest assured that I do not judge. The only mistake I pointed out - I thought it would be better - I am sure I am not the last one reading the article.

      I am blind to my own mistakes most of the time.

      Some things drive me up the wall - when a linguist by education tells me that "my hubs are written well, but not my comments. Unfortunately. My opinion is worth nothing because "despite me" she has linguistic education."

      Being ignorant, condescending and patronizing - that is something that I have to find/build immunity against.

      My tolerance comes from the necessity to live with all my vices so generously lavished on me by Mother Nature.

      And I am pretty sure, there are mistakes in this comment because I am rushing. But I have to live with it.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Mike, that is a compliment, if I ever heard one. But if you don't writer from the soul, where is your well spring. You write with charm and effect.

      It is very, very readable, and I thought that was what writing was all about.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Ian/Svetlana I can see that there are whole new categories that I could add to the things I worry about, if only I had the time. I read over the things I write a couple of times, hoping to find those pesky errors. Then I realize the mistakes are invisible to me.

      Once someone points them out I feel a bit sheepish, but the audience is small, and I give them their monies worth. I don’t write from the soul, hence I am less critical towards the work.

      You two take your writing very seriously, hence the quality.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I also have not found a typographical error or a mistake worth mentioning in Svetlana's (your) work. But I did realise some time ago that articles aren't used in Russian as they are in English and mentioned it to her (You, Svetlana) and since then I have noticed that even that "error" has ceased.

      I had noticed, as I have many friends who speak Bengali and Urdu, and that they frequently leave out the articles.

      You (she) are/is a very quick learner.

      My goodness; how I wish I had replied individually, but I hate writing, and so I shall continue.

      I am quite neurotic about punctuation and spelling and the incorrect use of homophones, and will happily watch the text programme details on the television, hoping that someone makes a mistake. I found an error on the BBC today, and was as happy as a pig in straw.

      Or as happy as a bag of Pakis (This is my analogy/epigram and you are both permitted to use it at your discretion).

      Svetlana/you/the High Priestess of the Written Word, would no doubt find my obsession somewhat childish and pathetic. But that is the way I was created, and we have a higher power to blame/thank for that.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      kallini2010, I read Hubs, and probably write Hubs that have mistakes peppered throughout. I don't recall every seeing a mistake in a word choosen or a typographical mistake in any of your Hubs. So, the level that you have acheived is very high.

      Perfection, I know nothing about. I never claim 'knowledge' let alone superior knowledge. It works out better for me that way. I'd like to say I manage one language, but for the amount of misunderstanding that goes on between the words leaving my mouth meaning one thing and reaching someone's ears and meaning something completely different, well it happens all the time. Perhaps it is the air the words pass through that is the issue.

      Hope all is well, in Canada and England this morning.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Ian & Mike:

      "They say" is not enough for me to be convinced.

      Vladimir Nabokov is the only writer who could write in English without resorting to the help on native speakers (at least as far as I know and the only one from Russian writers).

      He is an aristocrat and English was taught to him "mercilessly". It also so happened that he was so talented.

      I only read his "Lolita" in Russian - but I was too young for it - I was disgusted, but I realize now that I should reread it.

      But on the subject of juggling more than one language - I am sure there are plenty of studies.

      There is always such thing is "the level of knowledge" - I am not quite sure if I can say I am fluent - there are cases when I have to sit and read a book with a dictionary. In Russian I need a dictionary only for modern slang which I don't know.

      You should see me referring to something as "this thing" and just pointing. If I never came across a word and I could get around without knowing - that is what I do.

      Sometimes "descriptions" of things are just too much for me - it is more or less like "Can we get to the point of action?"

      Communication is not necessarily about language (words) - we do get around and we get our message across - some have a better aptitude. Daniel is a perfect communicator, yet both of his languages are deplorable and he refuses to read "It's lame and pathetic".

      It is very personal. I do have aptitude and good memory and the power to associate - otherwise I would have drowned in the ocean of foreign words long time ago. Maybe it is the reason when I write my "assays" sometimes it feels that I have smoked something - I do have treat words as blocks - to memorize them better, to make clusters...

      The more languages you know, the less you know - you never can go too deep - you are skating on the surface - yes, being able to have simplest conversations, yes, you get the structure quicker... I could not even imagine what effort and how much time I would need to resurrect my German. It is Titanic and I have no equipment for deep-diving.

      In short, gentlemen, to be fully multilingual - it is not for everyone. Before if anyone told me "I speak five languages", I felt so stupid and inadequate and once it occurred to me to check - the gentleman told he spoke French and I told him a simple phrase (my pronunciation is almost perfect, because I was told so by native speakers) and the guy was lost. So much for knowledge.

      Too many false claims. Of course, there enough people who really know... But to judge how well, you have to have at least at the same level, otherwise...

      I am happy to be able to be at this level of English because it gives me freedom to read and write and speak and feel comfortable. But it was so much time and so much effort. Too much if you ask me.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Grazie Molto!

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Bravo, maestro, bellissimo.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      They say that many people who have English as a Second language speak and write and understand the language better than the natives.

      Years ago I read a few of Vladimir Nabokov's:

      ‘The Real Life of Sebastian Knight’,

      ‘Bend Sinister’,

      ‘Lolita’ (of course), ‘Pale Fire’,

      and the man's language was amazing. I don't know what he is like to read in Russian, but I found 'Pale Fire' a haunting book.

      I also read a study when I was doing Eduction; it stated that a"a child speaking more than one language from infancy is very unlikely to ever master one or the other". one of my best friends spoke Croatian, German and English (and possibly several other languages) since birth and can converse in half the European languages... and in dwelt at the drop of a linguistic has. It didn't seem to hold her back. Or to stop her studying French and at University.

      I spoke several, and although I only speak English now, I feel I sort of get along

      (Waits for round of applause and cries of "Oh yes you are!!!")

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Mike, as Ian has said "mistakes are the norm", nobody is perfect. We should all relax and enjoy our imperfections, they make us more human and humane.

      I don't want to be seen as perfect. I love languages, but I am not perfect in any of them, Russian included.

      I had a conversation with Augustine and I said if I detest anyone it is those are perfect and "know everything". A lot of Russians fit the category - insufferable.

      The last lady I had misfortune to have a discourse with told me that 99% (precision!) of Russians do not know the meaning of the name Vladimir. It came from a linguist by education. I cannot even argue - the number is ridiculous in itself and to say that any Russian need an explanation what the name means...

      But you brought a very good point - maybe when I get out of the quagmire of my soul-searching I should write about "Perfection".

      English is still foreign, I don't feel it like Russian, I am only trying my best. It is my shortest way to find where and who with I belong - most Russians I meet here - I am not so fond of. It hurts my own feelings to say that, but it is what it is.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago

      I would never presume to correct you language. You are fluent in at least two and have such an interest in words that I don't 'look' for trouble/mistakes. I did look up Prego, because I thought it 'was my line', as you said. "Hey, she stole my line", like they say in the movies.

      I have been following the comments back and forth with Ian across the five episodes of his Italian adventure. The story and his childhood story have kept him very busy talking to people in two different countries, non stop.

      But he did ask for the attention.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Sorry, Mike, "my Italian" is practically non-existent, but I know such things as "Grazie" - I was really not paying attention. "Prego" was on my mind - because I knew "Grazie", but I forgot about the response - so it was stuck in the forefront of my mind for a while.

      I do download lyrics and sometimes memorize them, so I can recite, but not combine words on my own.

      Just like Ian, I can go "Without you I am nothing" - a good ice-breaker.

      Once at Starbucks (I hate their "italy-influenced names", it looks so superficial), I said

      - Mille grazie

      - Oh, are you from Italy?

      - Si.

      You should have seen the light on their faces. What if I have said I was from Russia or Mexico?

      But I understand how hard foreign languages are. I met a young guy and he started talking to me in Russian - it sounded off, so I was frowning trying to figure out whether he was Russian (he certainly did not look like one). It turned out to be that he studied Russian in the University of Toronto and the sentences were more or less correct, but he could not understand my simplified speech.

      I was the same - the hardest is to begin to understand native speakers, especially at the proper speed. The mind has to be trained.

      But in the future, if anything that I say does not make sense (does it ever make sense?), don't hesitate to ask.

      I am the first to admit "mea culpa" - my mistake.

      And laugh!

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello, I looked up 'Your Welcome' and was confused by the answer. I thought there was no use sharing my confusion. No need to apologies, it was a little test, my Italian and your Italian may be about equal. I can name many a pasta.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      Somebody is not paying attention,

      I should have said: "Grazie", "Prego" is your line.

      My apologies.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      mckbirdbks = Mockingbird Books

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Your comment: "Making mistakes is normal, is it not?"

      Years ago when I was doing a study on 'Mistakes' for my Mathematics Diploma, I found this wonderful quote:

      "The man who never made any mistakes, never made anything else".

      I love it. I am always quoting it... maybe I have already, but that sort of thing is never wasted.

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      You are welcome, Ian. I might sound too harsh sometimes, but I look at our writing differently. If you and I can improve, how can we without thoughtful feedback?

      Making mistakes is normal, is it not?

      I took down my first hubs after all.

      Yes, the crew of Sunnie Day, Augustine and Mckbirdbks (I call him the Mocking Bird - I never asked him whether my guess is correct, but it is easier for me to have in mind something more pronounceable) - is very supportive.

      Also Nellieanna. I have Mr. Happy and Maja, so for me it makes about seven regular (more or less) readers.

      And I don't "expect" anyone to drop everything and rush to read my hubs. People have better things to do than reading my masterpieces.

      I can recommend you one of Mr. Happy's hubs - it is difficult to wrap your mind about it - it is interesting, but long. You don't have to read it, of course, but if you have time or interest, you might give it a try.


      You know what struck me after I read your story? You portrayed Italians as so refined in their clothes and manners, dining etc.

      But when it comes to facilities...

      Strangely, Italy is not the only country... And it is one of the most difficult aspects for us, spoiled children of civilization.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thank you for pointing out the hissed and pointing me in the right direction.

      No, the old lady did not draw water from the well... I was the only one.

      I obviously was not at all observant.

      Mck is really very supportive, isn't he/ He found me from Sunnie Day's side and has been amazingly supportive... Also Augustine. They have been so kind.

      I have decided that the "tit for tat" business was wearing me out, and now I am reading what I feel like, not just to get followers doing me a lip service.

      I'm going to go and change my hiss now...

      Thanks again, and thanks for reading... and I will reciprocate.

      BUT BECAUSE I WANT TO !!!!!!!!!!!

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      kallini2010 6 years ago from Toronto, Canada

      OK, I finished reading.

      Truth be told, that Part 5 was the first one that I read. When you published I came to peek in and I read the second part of the last chapter, so I "knew" the punch line.

      A friend of mine (a classmate from University) told me that she always checked the ending of the book before reading it in order to figure out whether it was worth reading it at all. (No sad/bad endings!)

      I never do that - it is ridiculous. But with your story it has so happened...

      There is one thing - I think Umberto "kissed" you, not "hissed" you - you might want to change the word, if I understood correctly.

      When I only came to Canada and was asked how well I spoke English, I usually said "Don't worry, I understand every tenth word." People did not get it. But sometimes, I have to look up words and sometimes I miss ...

      What I did not understand... apparently Olga was "doing just that" into the well every time she got drunk? So the old lady was drawing her water from the well as well?

      Forgive me for being tense. English is my second...


      About the lack of attention.

      Ian, I understand that it hurts and to get "attention" you have to spend all your time on HP, to cultivate "audience". I cannot do that - not only because of the time constraints, but also because the quality of writing is more often than not poor and I have neither time nor patience to plow though muddy waters.

      You have to decide for yourself - "Who are you writing for? Why are you writing?"

      I have been struggling with my latest hub for over two weeks and I ended up departing from my original concept.

      The result: three fundamental questions - Philosophy, Art and Audience.

      [I am not promoting - remember when I told you that you are not obligated to read everything I write, only what and when you want it.]

      I got it out of the way and I feel much happier. I have very few readers. I don't promote, I don't join "Focus Groups" or "Mutual Admiration Societies" and I don't do "tit for tat" reading.

      Saying that "you are so wonderful and soooooooo sensitive" is crap. I want feedback on my writing the way it is - the more honest the better.

      Last time, one of my readers Maja asked me why I used the image of a frog in the section of philosophy - it was a comment and a question related to content - not to me being amazingly amazing -

      To say that I am so amazing is to say nothing.

      Don't be impatient. Mck told me that SOON my audience would include great numbers. I doubt it, but I do my best to make myself happy with the results. Even if nobody comes and says... Well anything.

      Does it hurt? It does. But I am making choices.


      Franz Kafka

      "Psychology is impatience. All human errors are impatience, the premature breaking off of what is methodical, an apparent fencing in of the apparent thing."


      Franz Kafka -

      - There are two main human sins from which all the others derive: impatience and indolence. It was because of impatience that they were expelled from Paradise, it is because of indolence that they do not return. Yet perhaps there is only one major sin: impatience. Because of impatience they were expelled, because of impatience they do not return.


      Ian, I might be very wrong - I probably am -

      but I would rather concentrate on having good audience, the people who truly enjoy, share, support, correct, express their opinions HONESTLY, than having a large exalted (they are not exalted) audience waiting for you to reciprocate.

      On the other hand - you can do the same - don't read others - just comment like that "It's sooooooo sensitive!", but will it make you happier? Faking enthusiasm and receiving faked mirrored enthusiasm back?

      Good luck with your writing. Mine does not seem to progress too well lately.

      [If they do not stop the noise, I will have to go to Emergency - it is a HELL HOLE and HELL SUCKING OUT activity].

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      Becky 6 years ago

      It is so bad of them to so misuse a sweet well. I am glad you enjoyed the party though. I still enjoyed the story.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      I put the link on Stumble, if it worked in your 'Traffic Sources' you should see a few from Stumble.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thank you, Mck. I love to tell that tale of the "sweet water well", but I wonder how many would realise that the whole thing (although it is all true) is a massive joke with a punch line.

      That offer of the Stumble insertion is so kind. Thank you.

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      mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      TL what a fantastic night you conveyed. the wine, woman, friendship surrounded by the arms of a chestnut tree, in a courtyard in Italy. The wit did not go unnoticed. I have tucked this memory in my mind and will use it as sanctuary.

      I see that not many made it to the finish. What a loss. I’ll put a link to Chapter One on Stumble, that might send a few readers.

      Thanks for recommending this to me.

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      Sunnie Day 6 years ago

      Night Ian..Please go to sleep and do not do anything hasty...I pray it was all worth it, ..THANK YOU!!!!!!!!


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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Brilliant comment. You are obviously the one to do the study. With your background of Psychology, you have a nice little group to study and to watch their interaction. When I was at teachers' College, I failed Psychology, mainly because I had no idea what on earth was being talked about... and frankly I couldn't have cared anyway.

      But eventually I had to resit the examinations, and although I didn't study for it, I passed because I realised that it was basically what life is all about, anyway.

      Anyway, my friend, I feel somewhat reassured by your kind words, and feel that I can go to bed and have a peaceful night... i was considering cutting my throat, but I think I will postpone it till another day.

      Little codicil:

      Of all the people I have attempted to help, I have never experienced anyone who has responded so well and so gratefully, than out friend, Sunnie (Real name withheld to protect the innocent). She was not at all aware of her potential, and I have to admit we both learned from the cooperative experience of writing the 'Victrola' story. Look over her comments, and you will see that, although I did find I was "treading water" for a while with my own writing, it was a very worthwhile and satisfying experience for the two of us.

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      Augustine A Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

      I hear you brother! There are some hubbers who produce shit, and all the flies stuggle to find a place to land all over it. You don't need to mention the names. Slugs leave trails of slime.

      This is the second site I've written for. I wrote for for a bit. I came here because it allowed me the freedom to write about any topic, and the tools to set up writing are easy to use. I'm not really here for the money, but if I earn any that would be a plus.

      Helping other hubbers is commendable, but you have to do it for yourself. I've helped out a couple, and all I got was lost time working on my own hubs. People are really selfish at times. Some of these individuals self publish their poetry so they can call themselves authors or poets. I think that the behaviors of writers here on the hubs should be studied. I think it would be an interesting social psychology topic for a thesis. If you should write for any reason, it should be to produce art for the sake of art. I would rather have less than a handful of followers who are sincere and honest than a gaggle of posers.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thanks, Sunnie. I just feel that there is a word that some people on here have not heard of, or if they have, they don't understand what it means, and certainly have difficulty spelling it... the word is “integrity”.

      I am just a little annoyed at the people who blow hot and cold, and one minute they are fawning all over one and then; can't even bother to read the scribbling that one has produced.

      It's a form of "Empire Building" of the worst kind. There are two people I could name (but good manners dictate that I shouldn’t) who were sending me messages several times a day and now can’t be bothered to show any good manners. Another who pleaded with me to help with his writing skills, and I spent a lot of time doing so, and couldn’t be bothered to say, “Thank you!”

      In fact, there were two of them… one man and one woman.

      And as A.A. mentioned, I think that there a certain kind of people who seem to go for gender. I thought writing was supposed to be non gender… Unless it is dealing with issues relating to women or men… Yawn!!!

      I’ve had my little gripe.

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      Sunnie Day 6 years ago

      I am in total agreement with A.A. there is always that chance Ian of the right person seeing your great work...I honestly have not figured it all out..what makes something work or not..



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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Bless you. I have only just started reading your work as a result of seeing your comments on Sunnie's work, and am looking into it with interest.

      I agree with you about the groupies business. I was horrified (Yes, that's the word) at the poor standard of some of the writing on HP, and really considered pulling out after a few weeks, and when I see absolute crap being commented on by people and told that it is "soooo sensitive" and all that business, and the writers can't be bothered to spell correctly, or use so many words incorrectly, I almost lose the will to live.

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      Augustine A Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

      Ian, your a good writer with a wealth of knowledge and wit to share. There are times when people on the hubs get fickle. A significant amount of hubbers are groupies, and work to gain the attention of a few writers. When I wrote my Narcissus hub, only one man commented; the rest of the comments were from female hubbers. The audience for the most part is well read, but a significant number have short attention spans.

      Your hubs will gain the appropriate attention. I've had some comments from people visiting from Google, and spoke to a BBC correspondant last year regarding my Stepfather hub. That's why you need creating high quality content, for the off chance that the right people or parties can really appreciate your work. It will happen, trust me.

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      Sunnie Day 6 years ago

      Dear Ian,

      It is like playing Russian Roulette. We never know what is going to be received well here on hubs, it always amazes me what works and doesn't...but that is okay..I thank you for taking the time to write with me and we have a friendship that will go way past hub pages..Thank you my friend.

      Many Hugs,


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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Grazia molto. No comment could not have lifted my spirits any more than that. Thank you, so very, very much, A.A..

      As you may notice by my comment to Sunnie, I was not a happy person.

      I tell you what; the next time I go to Pollone, you must come.

      Thanks again.

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      Augustine A Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

      WHERE'S THE PART WHERE OLGA FINISHES THE STRIP TEASE?! I could actually taste the food and wine while reading this. The countryside came alive, and I could feel my palette become educated in the taste of real good food.


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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I am afraid there are very few interested in this one... or 'Victrola' since it crossed the pond. A hell of a lot of work, and it's virtually come the nothing... Just you and a couple of others.

      Anyway, thanks for following and you constant support, your friendship and partnership.

      Hug hugs,


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      Sunnie Day 6 years ago

      Wonderful Ian..a marvelous memory for you I am sure..I loved your video as well..Thank you for sharing this wonderful adventure with us all. A great hub!