He treated us sticky caramels, sighed and said that we have to behave well, be paymalchikami and go with him to one of the empty classrooms, where he will teach We bel canto. It was really a good slug golosishko and he had memorized songs, which then seemed to me boring;I heard them again only many years later - in the Baths of Caracalla, which gave "Lucia de Lammermoor". I also remember another church - the church of the Capuchin brothers, which was called "Colonnella," because it just before the entrance to the porch, stuck broken off ancient Roman column. The first time I went there to get by in the evening.I was accompanied by my grandmother, but not Frantsskeyna - Sitting Bull and the other. This we called "little grandmother," because it was all kakayato shrunken and her face was tiny and wrinkled, like a trophy hunters for human heads, which I had read in books Salgari. I have never ever been in the church after the sunset.This church was huge, very tall, footsteps echoed under the dark vaults, like someone invisible was walking behind me. Deep, near the altar, in the light of many candles I saw Bonfante Bonfantoni - artists who worked on the fresco "The Seven Plagues."I had to be an artist's model for one of these killings, I do not remember for what it is, but as a child I was very thin, it was most likely a "hunger." Before that we had with her mother for many disputes.She did not trust ochento Bonfantoni, he said that in his picture, God forbid, will depict naked women, albeit with angel wings, and this can confuse the child's soul. It took the intervention of the bishop - a paralytic, a holy man:Prior through the father, he reported that pays tribute to the godly thoughts of my mother and warrants that its fears are unfounded. Then my mother washed my ears, brushed curls, and we are "little grandmother" went to "Colonnella."On the wall of the church, with the quivering tongues of candles, you could see a large, dissected lightning and fire whips black cloud, and yet - razverzshuyusya mountain: sheep, shepherds, dog fell into a deep abyss. Waves raging sea tossed to the sky canoes together with rowers.I was told to lie on the floor face down and raise his hand as if I prevented their chegoto that falls on top of me, and my face was to distort the grimace of horror. But next to me on the floor was stretched one-eyed beggar nicknamed Pilokk, who also took because he looked like a walking skeleton.This Pilokk demanded a pint of wine for each session, as well as it almost from the cradle was an alcoholic, then came into a frenzy from one type plugs.And now, in the Church, enveloping me with your bad breath, he masturbated, performing it with a monkey speed and furiously screaming and howling, his wife called the local dentist - Strabismus Signor, famous for its spiky, pointed, like two dirigible breasts. The film Legionnaire
.Bonfantoni cursed and threw in Pilokka empty cans, but he laughed otrugivalsya and Capuchin Brothers delayed the psalm.