“Black face” or that everything is predetermined!
“... as I thought, so it will be; as I determined, and will take place "
(The book of the prophet Isaiah 14: 24-32)
(The book of the prophet Isaiah 14: 24-32)
And it so happened that on October 18, on their next birthday here at VO, many of his regulars began to congratulate me and I thought how good it was that the feeling of gratitude is a property of human nature, which, by the way, is shamelessly used by both advertisers and PR people. And I wanted, in turn, to thank both those who expressed various pleasant words addressed to me, and those who just thought about themselves well, and even those who did not think anything, but just went to the site and read the material, something like that special. That is, an article of a memorable character on some unusual topic, not about tanks, not about knights, not about castles, and not even about how Soviet (and tsarist) journalists destroyed their powers, but about something so ... philosophical, but at the same time specific and interesting. I strained the "styrofoam" and it was then that it dawned on me: and I will write about ... "black face" or that everything is predetermined!
These postcards were very popular in Italy during the war years in Abyssinia! “By mail:" I would like to send this souvenir to a friend from East Africa ""
And it was so that in the distant and distant childhood I often experienced a strange feeling (called deja va) when I took on an object, but it seemed to me that I had once held it in my hands. Our house was old, there are many antiques, and this feeling arose quite often, but I didn’t talk about it to any of my family. And still very strange thoughts came to my mind. For example, at the age of seven I had the idea that in the future I would marry a blonde woman and that I would have a daughter. A rather strange reflection for a child of seven, isn't it? I wish you had a dream about it in 14, but for a seven-year-old preschooler it’s obviously a bit early to think about family and marriage.
But the man without whom all these events would have been impossible at all - Benito Mussolini. Looks pretty good, right? Something like Adriano Celentano.
Then I began to tell everyone that ... I wouldn’t be an artist, although I drew well. “All in Daddy!” - those who knew my own father were touched, but I answered them that I would never become an artist. “And who will you be?” They asked me. “A historian, like a mom!” - and this was surprising, because I had the most superficial idea about the profession of a historian. He knew that they worked at the institute. And ... everything!
He is already in power - "It hurts you, it's terrible, as I can see!"
As I remember myself, I loved to play war. Had an impressive collection weapons, including a rifle from a board with a bolt from a latch and constantly ran along the street, firing from it in all directions. “We are fighting for peace! - politically literate neighbors admonished my mom. - And your son does nothing but plays war. Not good! ”I don’t remember now that she answered them, but something answered, of course. Well, and then they somehow asked me: “Probably, you will be a military man, if you like to play war so much?” And I answered, and I remember well that I didn’t think about the answer for a second: “No, I will not. In general, I will not serve in the army! ”“ How will you not? ”- in response, astonished eyes and an open mouth. “All serve, and you will not be?” “And I will not!” I replied and, I remember, I believed in this quite sincerely. In fact, we must remember that it was during the time. Then it was necessary to be “like everyone else”, to act as expected (in “The Irony of Fate ...” this is well said!), And then suddenly “that”. Yes, it was possible to declare myself a "psycho" and this, sometimes, was arranged, but I remember well that I had no idea that I could not "hang out". I just knew that I would not serve and that was all. And how, why - is unknown. In the second grade I also knew for sure that I would be a journalist (!) And a writer. And it is not clear where, but I even saw myself in a brown leather coat and a hat, taking a photo camera of a certain person who enters the house of someone else’s wife (!) In order to publish his photo and shame him in front of everyone. Where did this whim come from? Who would let me in the USSR shoot this, much less print it? My mother told me in general that I should not be a writer for a number of important reasons. In a word - everything in this life was against me.
"Two pair of boots" One fascist, another Nazi, and both still believe in their election. The Fuhrer of the German Nation even laughs ...
And then ... then began the execution of these children's foresight. First of all, in the novel “The Hour of the Bull” by I. Efremov I read that many children have the ability to foresee their future, but I didn’t really believe it. The novel is fantastic! But ... I met my future wife, I immediately realized that it was "she", I was courting her for the whole first course, after the second course I married her and a year later we had a daughter ... of course, a daughter! I saw exactly the same coat as a child in my mind at my institute friend, and literally made him sell me. And he saw himself in this coat, hat and camera. Just not in the bushes, and on the street. Sitting in the bushes, I didn’t take anyone off!
And here the duce is already laughing. He is still all right!
After graduation, I had to work for three years in a rural school, and it was then that it turned out that they would not take rural teachers into the army. So, without putting any effort, but simply by working for the intended purpose, I did not get into the army, and how much effort and money some of the people I know put into it.
And here he clearly wants to show someone “Kuzkinu mother”
When I was supposed to defend my candidate's daughter, I had a dream that she was defending herself not in Penza, but in Moscow, and I even saw the hall where this was happening. And when the defense took place in our “pedyushnik” and at first everything went well, I even became somehow worried - I had reason to believe in dreams. And then ... she was there "rolled" on defense and I would have to worry, be upset. On the contrary, I calmed down: it should have been, because she was destined to defend herself in Moscow! I saw it! And that's what happened. Soon, she was offered to defend herself in a prestigious university in Moscow and what is most interesting, a few minutes before the defense began, the head of the council changed the hall where she was supposed to take place. I went there and ... here it is, the hall from my dream! It was the last straw that broke the camel's back - as is usually said about this in the East. After that, it would not be foolish to believe in predestination at all, wouldn’t it?
But the funniest story, finally convinced me that absolutely everything is predetermined, only we ourselves do not know this, literally just happened. I wrote material about Crete and the song of the Italian Communists “Bandera Ross” was commemorated there. I really liked this song, and besides, I knew it by heart, because I studied in a special school, where it was fashionable to sing songs in various other languages besides English songs. It was called "international education", but there was nothing bad about it.
No, whatever you say, and Hitler was still a little smarter than Mussolini. Well, why did he hang on himself so much tsatsek, not a boy after all ...
And I loved to sing and how Chuk at Gaidar (or Huck, I don’t remember exactly) sang very loudly. But I had, besides this song, another favorite song, and also Italian.
I learned it from the Italian movie, whose name I do not remember now. That is, it looked at the beginning of the 60-s. The plot is this: the corporal of the Italian army at the end of the Second World War carries a large suitcase from the front, and in it presents for the wife of his major - salami sausages, cheeses, brandy ... On the way to the train, his comrades take it all away ... and take it instead of eating stones In general, the movie is funny. The corporal all the time gets into ridiculous situations, including due to the fact that the suitcase is no longer "gifts", and stones. But at the end he is killed, and he never gets to his home, although his own home is very close to the house of his major's wife. I remember it was very sorry for him. This is the plot, and maybe someone even remembers this film ... But there was a song in Italian. The melody and words were memorable, but my memory is just beautiful. Therefore, I remember both that and the rest of my life, I used to chant: Fassett's ner, Bella Abyssin, aspetta sper chia avvisina ... And so many years! Half a century for sure!
And only literally a couple of days ago, the thought struck me: “Now is the Internet age, what if you look at what these words mean?” I typed “faccetta nera” and with horror — I will not find another word, I learned that this is Italian fascist march, written by the personal order of Benito Mussolini himself during the Second Italian-Ethiopian War. The words “faccetta nera” mean “black face” in Russian because the song refers to an Ethiopian slave whom the Italian black-shirts “freed from slavery” and brought to Rome, where she became a member of the fascist party and even met the Duce and the King Italy Victor Emmanuel III. For a long time, naturally, this song did not have a Russian translation. I was just glad that people in the USSR knew little foreign languages, and especially Italian, but how could I explain why I was singing the march of Italian fascists?
I wonder who is copying someone here? Mussolini Hitler or Hitler spied it at Mussolini. Or did everyone reach such here ... “methods” of influencing the public on their own?
From the Internet, I learned that the author of the song is someone Renato Micheli, and the music for the words was written by Mario Raucione. And here is the text itself:
When you see the sea beyond the hills,
Slave that is loaded with affairs
Look over holy ships
You bring freedom tricolor.
Ah, Ethiopian, ah, black woman,
Your hour will strike, you will cease to be a servant,
Italian Eagle
Learn the new laws of the king.
The laws are the love of the sacred vaults,
The cry of Rome is death for duty and for freedom,
And the years came to an end to the torment:
The long awaited hour has come!
Ah, Ethiopian, ah, black woman,
Your hour will strike, you will cease to be a servant,
Italian Eagle
Learn the new laws of the king.
Ah, poor black slave,
Free to Rome you will arrive Italian
And may the sun shine bright in the sky,
Shining a black shirt with light!
The words and music of the song.
The funniest thing about this story, however, is that it interested me and I thought it would be nice to write material for this about BO. But I would not be interested in this topic, and I would not have known such words if I had not remembered this song in remote childhood. And then he did not sing it all these years, for decades! That is, all this was predetermined in advance, and all this was solely so that ... so that my story about this slave Negro woman, freed by the soldiers of the Duce from slavery, would follow!
These photos were very popular in Italy in those years!
It is clear that, in fact, this so-called Second Italian-Abyssinian war in Ethiopia (1935 - 1936) was a typical colonial war, which Benito Mussolini started as part of his plan to turn Italy into an empire, and the Mediterranean Sea in a “marina nostrum” - "Our sea", as the ancient Romans said. First, they say, we will conquer Ethiopia, then we will take Egypt from the British and live in peace and tranquility. And of course, none of the Italians who were sent there to fight, did not even think that he would need to release some black women there. To sleep with them is another matter!
Interestingly, immediately with the beginning of the war in Italy, there was a mass of very frank postcards that depict Ethiopian women. And the funny thing is that according to the strict laws of "morality", these photos were considered - yes, the most real pornography and were prosecuted by the police according to the law, although I don’t think that it’s very severe ...
"Pornography" in Italian! Why? The country is catholic!
But it has always been and always will be that among the scum there were people with principles, and even noble and quite decent people. Who sincerely believed in the words of his daughter about the greatness of Italy and her legal rights. And it turned out that two young officers of the Royal Italian Army Pasqualino Chiti and Andrea Michele found a little girl about two years old on the Amba Aradam plateau. There were no parents with the child, and they decided to keep it in their unit. The military chaplain said that the foundling must be baptized. They decided to call her Maria (in honor of the Blessed Virgin) Victoria (that is, “victory”, because the Abyssinians were defeated in that battle) Amba Aradam (after the name of the place where she was found). Then the soldiers put her on a mule and drove to the monastery of St. Anne in Asmara, gave the nuns the honor and went to fight for the Duce on. Well, Maria Victoria spent the whole 20 years in the care of her sisters in the monastery, where she was raised and brought up. But everyone knew its unusual history and called it “Faccetta nera”. And it turned out that the duce was told about the incident. He apparently realized that this would be a good “PR” and ... ordered me to write a song about it. And the song, written by request of the dictator, was a success. She began to sing, and she became popular.
This is how the heroine of this story looked like in her youth.
And then what happened to Maria Victoria? She grew up, got married, she had three children. In 2007, she was 71 year. But her savior Pasqualino Chiti also survived, returned home, and then he worked as a forester for as many 30 years. Once he read a newspaper, saw her photo and recognized his “Black Face”. It turns out that this happens not only in the movies! He immediately wrote to the Italian embassy in Asmara and found it half a century later. Having learned that her family lives not rich, he sent her money to build a new house.
And this is how Benito Mussolini and his mistress Clara Petacci ended their lives. “He didn’t think about it, he didn’t expect such an end, such an end!” He didn’t foresee, and the “speaker” didn’t dream him either ...
When he was 2001 in the year of 91, and he was in the hospital, Maria Victoria came to comfort him. She was given a residence permit for three months, but not renewed, although she requested it very much. A year later, he died, and left her a small plot of land. And she said that she wants to stay here and work in this land and that she loves Italy. "Italians saved me from death, I speak Italian, I am a Catholic believer and I want to live in Italy." But she was never given Italian citizenship. And what a fate — she didn’t need her, and he, her savior, also died at home alone. And they found each other ... and could not console each other in old age. But he didn’t manage to start a family, he probably didn’t have time ...
And at the end of the conclusion: an interesting story, is not it? But I could not write it if I hadn’t sung “faccetta nera” since childhood. And it turns out that all this happened to me just to write about this girl, rescued by an Italian colonizer soldier, in HE? And I still say after this that everything in the world is an accident? No, absolutely everything serves a completely definite purpose, absolutely everything is predetermined by Fate!
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