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The Beautiful Death
The Beautiful Death
The Beautiful Death
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The Beautiful Death

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The captain of the "Siracusa" has received orders to sail for Tangiers, where rebels have seized the Italian consulate. The blue peter is hoisted, and the sirens announcing the ship's departure echo off of the hills above Livorno. From all over the city, seamen and officers begin returning aboard--all of them, that is, but the junior lieutenant Luigi Carleoni, the ship captain's son.

Genre: short story
Date of English translation: 2012

LanguageEnglish
PublisherFario
Release dateMar 8, 2012
ISBN9781465995070
The Beautiful Death
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Federico De Roberto

Italian writer, 1861-1927

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    The Beautiful Death - Federico De Roberto

    Federico De Roberto

    The Beautiful Death

    Translated by Juan LePuen

    Original title: La bella morte

    English translation copyright 2012 by Fario

    Published by Fario at Smashwords

    Table of Contents

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    When, in the briefing room, Captain Ruggero Carleoni of the Siracusa had finished decoding the long telegram from the Naval Ministry, he locked the sheet of paper in one of the desk drawers, tore the page on which he had made a note of some of the most important passages of the cabled orders out of the notebook, ripping it to pieces, and said to Catenuti, the petty officer:

    Call the executive officer right away.

    On board, with the military and naval drills finished, some of the crewmen were working on getting the formidable instrument of war back into good order and some were enjoying the rest that comes before mealtime. The corporal on letter-carrying duty had already finished his first round; a few seamen, on the gun deck, bent over the mess table, were answering their loved ones. Barbarini, the second in command, was aft, chatting with the medical officer, when he was given the message to go below to see the commanding officer, who required him urgently.

    Captain Barbarini, Carleoni said to him, replying to his salute with a brief nod and a wave of the hand, do we have full stores of ammunition and coal?

    Yes, Captain.

    And of victuals?

    We’re about two weeks’ short of a full supply.

    Re-provision as quickly as possible. Send a large party to speed up the haulage and the loading.

    After having looked up at the clock, he resumed:

    Order the chief engineer to fire all the furnaces immediately and to be ready to leave at no later than 1700 hours. Are there a lot of people ashore?

    About twenty men, on ordinary leave.

    No officers?

    Two ensigns and a junior lieutenant. . . .

    Who?

    Your son.

    Carleoni went briefly quiet. The look, already serious, on the masculine face framed by gray hair and a white beard above which thick whiskers still the color of gold stood out, became severe.

    That kid goes ashore too often.

    He had asked me for leave yesterday; I didn’t think I could deny it him.

    You know that you mustn’t show him any favoritism, that it’s my deep desire to see him treated like all of his fellow officers.

    I didn’t show him any favoritism, Captain! He said he had an appointment; he was off duty. . . .

    After another pause, Carleoni went on again, quickly, as if to make up the time lost in the parentheses:

    Get everyone back on board. Find out from the medical officer if those two seriously ill men should be debarked. Warn the galleys to provision fresh victuals for a week, if not more. . . .

    He seemed to be searching his memory for something else; then, taking a step toward the second in command, in an easier tone, in a tone of friendly intimacy, he added:

    "Well, I

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