Fine Casalderrey, Cervantine

Not.place on the land of Pontevedre whose name does not come into question, unha muller, Adelina, was born at the end of the 19th century, to whom nice casalderrey I understood when I was a little girl, but when I was there, she thought, for the storyteller, for the storyteller. In these dates, the raptors of the village and fairies laugh at this muller and even the acantazában. There was vella, indicent, fedia who was growling and almost everyone was upset because of muller who was also somewhat stupid. Some neighbor, he doesn’t really talk about the outcome, acolíaa and agarimábaa. On his back he carried sacks with rags and various things, including books, books of the law.

Adelina was called Jabalina among the people, although she never convincingly interfered (“Eu non lle fago mal a nindu”). That is, more or less, either that the biography of such and such Adelina was known, or enough, perhaps, for a creative pen to tell her entire story. Fix Fina Casalderrey in her novel to muller xabaril (Xerais, 2023), because writers and poets, as Aristotle said, are the ones who offer us the true reality of things.

He assumed that the stimulating faísca of the story was not due to the fact that the farrapenta and eccentric Adelina had brought with her, without a hair on her head, books, certain books. Books – let’s call it – “tolerated” Alonso Quijanohe who, xa cabaleiro andante with name Don Quixote, was the object of ridicule and, more than once, acantado. The parallelism goes further, because surprisingly, the muller who plays in our writer’s story also intends, in her own right, to change and improve things in society. Quixotic, I see, is the occasion when he offers a kid pesetas “to buy a book” because “Culture is an eye-opening thing”.

However, we are dealing with a very complex novel, written — let’s keep this in mind — because he has been producing children’s and youth narratives for decades, and before that stories, partly epistolary, with letters from

Adelina a sue nai, some maxistrais about the love of those who deserved us. also no quixotic From 1615, there is a letter from a horseman to Dulcinea, which Pedro Salinas considered the best love letter in Spanish literature.