Solonia In A Midsummer Night's Dream
As the pair approach the performance Solonia realizes the truth of Allessandro’s awe of the puppet master Sergius, for unlike the family’s performance, this indeed seemed a spectacle, and the throng of people who bustled to get to the front even before the show began, confirmed that his was a popular one. The staging was more professional and resembled a small arena rather than the wagon which allessandro and family worked from. She also eyed a ticket inspector as well, allowing people who had obviously paid in advance to have prime viewing. Even the torch lights were intended for give the impression one were inside a great hall.
Sandro turns to Solonia with a grin of excitement.
“Did not I tell you, isn't this what a real puppet show should look like?”
“I wish we had tickets, we could see …show more content…
it the all better”
“We don't need tickets, come with me”
He takes her hand and pulls her through the throng of spectators amid cursing of the young couple’s inconsideration. But Sandro is immune to it all, he having done this before.
“See there, there he is”
He sings out to Sergius from the midst of the crowd still struggling towards the front of the stage.
“Sergius… Ho, Sergius!”
He gesticulates over his head. The puppet master backs away from his preliminaries to react to a familiar voice in the crowd. He is a large man with bushy white hair tied with a thin leather head band.
His resounding voice is enough to clear a path to the sage for Sandro and Solonia.
“Allessandro my boy, ho, but come up here”
His eyes are large and smiling, which charms the young girl just from watching, she is excited to get introduced and is happy Sandro suggested she come along. As they finesse their way to the stage Solonia asks.
“Ah but Sandro, you are mates?”
“Oh yes… Sergius is practically a second father, he has seen our family's performance oftentimes and congratulates me of how well I perform the puppets.”
Then in a more personal tone.
“He says he would hire me above anyone else in Rome… but father says he is the competition… but come along, wait till you meet him, he is a wonderful man”
They two hasten to the platform where Sergius lifts them both up on the set.
“My boy, I have a thing to show you.
And who may this angel be, did she drop from heaven?”
Solonia smiles with lowering eyes but doesn't respond.
“Oh no, (Sandro innocently replies), This is Solonia, she is student gravitais here at the gymnasium, she comes from the south. We are writing a new play together”
“Is this so, well we can never have enough stories. Now both of you come with me”
The stage is strewn with dolls and strings being untangled by a small army of puppeteers. Solonia feels she has walked inside a fairytale factory as she recognizes wooden faces from Greek and Roman mythologies. There is a Medusa, and there a Poseidon, walking swiftly with Sergius and Sandro, she stumbles upon a Cerberus, the three headed dog of the underworld which she takes note it is done extremely well.
(Phrase edit)
“Watch your step my angel, the floors are a tangled web of strings and dolls before the show begins... Gainus! Sergius shouts to his assistant, Why are my argonauts still lying about. Slip them into their strings, it's showtime, come on people, look snappy. Resuming his discourse with Allessandro, You are staying for the performance Sandro, and you too young goddess, of
course?"
The puppet master turns his attention back to Solonia, continuing to escort them to the alleyway where the supply wagon is parked.
"Now young lady, you are a poet, well I can use a good writer; ask Sandro, my patrons come for the fanciful stories as much as the puppet dance. You must show me what you have in the works, after the show that is, you will be staying for the finale, no?
“Oh yes, says Sandro, I mean, maybe until the intermezzo, I must escort Solonia back to her rooms before her curfew”
“Ah yes, a Roman gentleman indeed, chivalry before pleasure. But here we are, come now to the wagon, look here what I have to show you.
Sergius seizing hold of the two iron latches with his large hairy hands appears more like an excited little ragamuffin than the aged barrel chested street impresario he is. Solonia finds this charming and imagines the Old King forcing opening the barred stalls and setting all the animals free. Sergius turns his large sun burnt face down at allessandro like an excited kid with a new toy, and reminds his young friend...
You remember I told you of new dolls from Greece, well take a gander at these”
He pulls open the doors of the wagon to reveal a long display of wooden puppets, overlying one another as if linked together by the arm, like tired passengers in third class steerage.
“Behold these beauties, exclaims Sergius, have you seen anything so lifelike.”
Sandro’s eyes moves over an assortment of puppets of expert workmanship, but it is the doll animals that peek out from the rear of the congested assortment that gives him pause. He glances at Solonia as if to fathom that she notices as much. Sergius recognizes their peculiar fascination.
“Yes, even the animal dolls are darlings, however, I have almost no use for those particular ones, nevertheless, this figure here on the other hand... He removes a male doll undressed, it is a carving of extreme professionalism, craftsmanship above anything Allessandro or Sergius were accustom. Is this not a Roman god waiting to be dangled from It's paddles? We must learn to make figures as these here at Rome Sandro!"
Sandro affects polite interest, though confesses his true affection.
“Truly Sergius, these figures are fine without compare. However, it's laughable..."
"Laughable?" Sergius retorts.
"That these animals are exactly what our play demands, that being the story Solonia, my sister Marcia and I are planning. We have been pulling out our hair as to how we can find them or have them made. Most of my father's dolls are human figures, but Solonia's play calls for all sorts of animals... animals from Africa!"
“You don't say, and what is this story?”
“I think Solonia would be better answering that question, she is the poet... but they are perfect, simply perfect” Sandro tugs free what appears to him a wooden bear or lion puppet. Sergius turns his attention to Solonia to whom Sandro is pointing out possibilities.
“Well young lady, now that we are mates, I hope, maybe you can read to me some of your story”
“Oh certainly great Sergius, I would be honored”
Sandro has now clamber into the wagon among the dolls. Sergius laughs at his preoccupation.
“Sandro, as I said, I really have little use for the animal dolls, and if you and the young miss can be better served by them, then I say watch the show a while and tomorrow pay a visit and collect them”
“Oh Sergius, how ever can we repay you?”
“If one puppet master cannot help another, then who will. And remember, I'm still intending to steal you from old father Vitus”
He laughs as he escorts them back to the stage as the curtain is ready to open.
Allessandro and Solonia have front row seats, or rather standings, for as elaborate as Sergius's play is, it is yet that form of entertainment enjoyed by the lower classes of the city, but for a noble here or there, seated in hand carried seats, all are standing.
The curtain rises to reveal the entire cast of the play, each puppet coming forth to give their name or occupation. A unique introduction thinks Solonia. She tip toes to get a better look at which Sandro observing her discomfort, lifts her up on his youthful broad shoulders. She is delighted and smiles down into the young man's eyes. He shakes his head in humorous disbelief, still not knowing what to make of this privileged girl from the southern country. Solonia is so taken by the show that she forgets her curfew and it is Allessandro who remembers first.
"Ah, Solonia, it is already past the hour, I must get you to the dormotory gates"
Solonia becomes likewise alarm in that her mother Mia having visited the school, now has made close connections with the faculty on her daughter's behalf. She leaps down from Sandro's shoulders and thanks him for his assistance.
Noticing Sergius from the wings they wave an silent ecstatic goodbye, the old puppet master smiling with a twinkle in his eyes, nods a return with a finger pressed to his glossy red lips.
Making their way back to the road that leads to the gymnasium, they walk hurriedly yet not so fast as to talk of their experience.
"Though I may be a little late I think it worth any penalty I might receive, she reasons, It was as you say Allessandro, he must be the greatest puppet master in all Rome. What a wonderful show indeed."
"Yes, and did hear the stories. This is why so many come. Now you have seen for yourself."
"Oh, I was transcended."
"Well, we will come again, maybe on a day you could stay for a whole show."
"Oh, I would love that."
They now arrive at the gates of the gymnasium and Solonia gives the gate keeper her papers of entrance.
"You are a little late young citizen, I propose you say a quick goodbye and be off to your rooms"
"Oh truly"
She turns to say goodbye to Sandro but is puzzled that she has become lost for words. He likewise would normally say good night as always, but feels this night has been different, and so removes his hat as she passes through the gates of the school, and he back to Vitus and Priscilla on the poor side of town.
Sandro turns to Solonia with a grin of excitement.
“Did not I tell you, isn't this what a real puppet show should look like?”
“I wish we had tickets, we could see …show more content…
it the all better”
“We don't need tickets, come with me”
He takes her hand and pulls her through the throng of spectators amid cursing of the young couple’s inconsideration. But Sandro is immune to it all, he having done this before.
“See there, there he is”
He sings out to Sergius from the midst of the crowd still struggling towards the front of the stage.
“Sergius… Ho, Sergius!”
He gesticulates over his head. The puppet master backs away from his preliminaries to react to a familiar voice in the crowd. He is a large man with bushy white hair tied with a thin leather head band.
His resounding voice is enough to clear a path to the sage for Sandro and Solonia.
“Allessandro my boy, ho, but come up here”
His eyes are large and smiling, which charms the young girl just from watching, she is excited to get introduced and is happy Sandro suggested she come along. As they finesse their way to the stage Solonia asks.
“Ah but Sandro, you are mates?”
“Oh yes… Sergius is practically a second father, he has seen our family's performance oftentimes and congratulates me of how well I perform the puppets.”
Then in a more personal tone.
“He says he would hire me above anyone else in Rome… but father says he is the competition… but come along, wait till you meet him, he is a wonderful man”
They two hasten to the platform where Sergius lifts them both up on the set.
“My boy, I have a thing to show you.
And who may this angel be, did she drop from heaven?”
Solonia smiles with lowering eyes but doesn't respond.
“Oh no, (Sandro innocently replies), This is Solonia, she is student gravitais here at the gymnasium, she comes from the south. We are writing a new play together”
“Is this so, well we can never have enough stories. Now both of you come with me”
The stage is strewn with dolls and strings being untangled by a small army of puppeteers. Solonia feels she has walked inside a fairytale factory as she recognizes wooden faces from Greek and Roman mythologies. There is a Medusa, and there a Poseidon, walking swiftly with Sergius and Sandro, she stumbles upon a Cerberus, the three headed dog of the underworld which she takes note it is done extremely well.
(Phrase edit)
“Watch your step my angel, the floors are a tangled web of strings and dolls before the show begins... Gainus! Sergius shouts to his assistant, Why are my argonauts still lying about. Slip them into their strings, it's showtime, come on people, look snappy. Resuming his discourse with Allessandro, You are staying for the performance Sandro, and you too young goddess, of
course?"
The puppet master turns his attention back to Solonia, continuing to escort them to the alleyway where the supply wagon is parked.
"Now young lady, you are a poet, well I can use a good writer; ask Sandro, my patrons come for the fanciful stories as much as the puppet dance. You must show me what you have in the works, after the show that is, you will be staying for the finale, no?
“Oh yes, says Sandro, I mean, maybe until the intermezzo, I must escort Solonia back to her rooms before her curfew”
“Ah yes, a Roman gentleman indeed, chivalry before pleasure. But here we are, come now to the wagon, look here what I have to show you.
Sergius seizing hold of the two iron latches with his large hairy hands appears more like an excited little ragamuffin than the aged barrel chested street impresario he is. Solonia finds this charming and imagines the Old King forcing opening the barred stalls and setting all the animals free. Sergius turns his large sun burnt face down at allessandro like an excited kid with a new toy, and reminds his young friend...
You remember I told you of new dolls from Greece, well take a gander at these”
He pulls open the doors of the wagon to reveal a long display of wooden puppets, overlying one another as if linked together by the arm, like tired passengers in third class steerage.
“Behold these beauties, exclaims Sergius, have you seen anything so lifelike.”
Sandro’s eyes moves over an assortment of puppets of expert workmanship, but it is the doll animals that peek out from the rear of the congested assortment that gives him pause. He glances at Solonia as if to fathom that she notices as much. Sergius recognizes their peculiar fascination.
“Yes, even the animal dolls are darlings, however, I have almost no use for those particular ones, nevertheless, this figure here on the other hand... He removes a male doll undressed, it is a carving of extreme professionalism, craftsmanship above anything Allessandro or Sergius were accustom. Is this not a Roman god waiting to be dangled from It's paddles? We must learn to make figures as these here at Rome Sandro!"
Sandro affects polite interest, though confesses his true affection.
“Truly Sergius, these figures are fine without compare. However, it's laughable..."
"Laughable?" Sergius retorts.
"That these animals are exactly what our play demands, that being the story Solonia, my sister Marcia and I are planning. We have been pulling out our hair as to how we can find them or have them made. Most of my father's dolls are human figures, but Solonia's play calls for all sorts of animals... animals from Africa!"
“You don't say, and what is this story?”
“I think Solonia would be better answering that question, she is the poet... but they are perfect, simply perfect” Sandro tugs free what appears to him a wooden bear or lion puppet. Sergius turns his attention to Solonia to whom Sandro is pointing out possibilities.
“Well young lady, now that we are mates, I hope, maybe you can read to me some of your story”
“Oh certainly great Sergius, I would be honored”
Sandro has now clamber into the wagon among the dolls. Sergius laughs at his preoccupation.
“Sandro, as I said, I really have little use for the animal dolls, and if you and the young miss can be better served by them, then I say watch the show a while and tomorrow pay a visit and collect them”
“Oh Sergius, how ever can we repay you?”
“If one puppet master cannot help another, then who will. And remember, I'm still intending to steal you from old father Vitus”
He laughs as he escorts them back to the stage as the curtain is ready to open.
Allessandro and Solonia have front row seats, or rather standings, for as elaborate as Sergius's play is, it is yet that form of entertainment enjoyed by the lower classes of the city, but for a noble here or there, seated in hand carried seats, all are standing.
The curtain rises to reveal the entire cast of the play, each puppet coming forth to give their name or occupation. A unique introduction thinks Solonia. She tip toes to get a better look at which Sandro observing her discomfort, lifts her up on his youthful broad shoulders. She is delighted and smiles down into the young man's eyes. He shakes his head in humorous disbelief, still not knowing what to make of this privileged girl from the southern country. Solonia is so taken by the show that she forgets her curfew and it is Allessandro who remembers first.
"Ah, Solonia, it is already past the hour, I must get you to the dormotory gates"
Solonia becomes likewise alarm in that her mother Mia having visited the school, now has made close connections with the faculty on her daughter's behalf. She leaps down from Sandro's shoulders and thanks him for his assistance.
Noticing Sergius from the wings they wave an silent ecstatic goodbye, the old puppet master smiling with a twinkle in his eyes, nods a return with a finger pressed to his glossy red lips.
Making their way back to the road that leads to the gymnasium, they walk hurriedly yet not so fast as to talk of their experience.
"Though I may be a little late I think it worth any penalty I might receive, she reasons, It was as you say Allessandro, he must be the greatest puppet master in all Rome. What a wonderful show indeed."
"Yes, and did hear the stories. This is why so many come. Now you have seen for yourself."
"Oh, I was transcended."
"Well, we will come again, maybe on a day you could stay for a whole show."
"Oh, I would love that."
They now arrive at the gates of the gymnasium and Solonia gives the gate keeper her papers of entrance.
"You are a little late young citizen, I propose you say a quick goodbye and be off to your rooms"
"Oh truly"
She turns to say goodbye to Sandro but is puzzled that she has become lost for words. He likewise would normally say good night as always, but feels this night has been different, and so removes his hat as she passes through the gates of the school, and he back to Vitus and Priscilla on the poor side of town.