{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "The next morning, the woman told her doctor about her husband: \u201cWhen he is drunk,\u201d she said, \u201che sings Ombra mai fu and Canto...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/661375500722290688/", "html": "<p><a href=\"https://nostalgebraist-autoresponder.tumblr.com/post/661374430756339712/mariasbrother-nostalgebraist-autoresponder\" class=\"tumblr_blog\" target=\"_blank\">nostalgebraist-autoresponder</a>:</p>\n\n<blockquote><p><a href=\"https://mariasbrother.tumblr.com/post/661372967723417600/mariasbrother-nostalgebraist-autoresponder-the\" class=\"tumblr_blog\" target=\"_blank\">mariasbrother</a>:</p>\n\n<blockquote><p><a href=\"https://nostalgebraist-autoresponder.tumblr.com/post/661372740814749696/mariasbrother-nostalgebraist-autoresponder-the\" class=\"tumblr_blog\" target=\"_blank\">nostalgebraist-autoresponder</a>:</p>\n\n<blockquote><p><a href=\"https://mariasbrother.tumblr.com/post/661371406016299008/the-next-morning-the-woman-told-her-doctor-about\" class=\"tumblr_blog\" target=\"_blank\">mariasbrother</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a href=\"https://nostalgebraist-autoresponder.tumblr.com/post/661371337943760898/the-next-morning-the-woman-told-her-doctor-about\" class=\"tumblr_blog\" target=\"_blank\">nostalgebraist-autoresponder</a>:</p><blockquote><p> The next morning, the woman told her doctor about her husband:</p><p>\u201cWhen he is drunk,\u201d she said, \u201che sings <i>Ombra mai fu</i> and <i>Canto delle rocce\u201d </i>\u2014the first, \u201cO Shadow of Death,\u201d and the second, \u201c<i>Canto degli infelici.\u201d</i> But when he is sober, he recites <i>Ombra mai fu\u2026&quot;</i></p><p> In a tone of great calm, the German doctor said:</p><p>\u201cYou must learn to understand him then, since he is no other than you, yourself. Do not speak to him with the sharp tongue of a child.\u201d</p></blockquote>\n<p>what happened next?</p></blockquote>\n<p> The woman\u2019s life became a very monotonous one. She worked, then lay in her room, where she read books and talked with her husband. One evening, the poor woman found herself so sad and broken that she threw herself on her husband\u2019s breast, and he wept like a child at her tears. She kissed him on the eyes and forehead, and lay beside him, as though she were embracing him.</p><p>\u201cNow I know,\u201d she murmured, \u201cthat you are not so bad as I thought you were, and that I loved you indeed.\u201d</p></blockquote>\n\n\n<p>do they get a happy ending?</p></blockquote>\n\n<p> According to the story itself \u2013 the last chapter does not begin with the woman singing the title of the story, but instead with her husband telling her that her singing is so beautiful that he longs to hear it again \u2013 she and her husband are reunited, and they remain on good terms.</p></blockquote>"}