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It flows into the river Tagus in Aranjuez. The Manzanares is a tributary of the Jarama. The Jarama was the scene of fierce fighting in during the Spanish Civil War. Nationalist forces crossed the river in an attempt to cut the main road from Madrid to the Republican capital at Valencia. Nationalist forces led by Spanish Legionnaires and Moroccan soldiers Regulares of the Army of Africa were confronted by forces from the Republic including the 15th International Brigade. The song Jarama Valley , with lyrics referencing the battle, became popular among the Republican battalions.

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Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Margaret Jull Costa Translator. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen. A rose and mauve lady that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into dark clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace.

It was that time, the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette,' he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the large and empty laugh like a slice of watermelon, the one of the Tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra on the tables, on the coffins. It was when there were geraniums on the balconies, sunflower-seed stands in the Moncloa, herds of yearling sheep in the vacant lots of the Guindalera.

They were dragging their heavy wool, eating the grass among the rubbish, bleating to the neighborhood. Sometimes they stole into the patios; they ate up the parsley, a little green sprig of parsley, in the summer, in the watered shade of the patios, in the cool windows of the basements at foot level.

Or they stepped on the spread-out sheets, undershirts, or pink chemises clinging to the ground like the gay shadow of a handsome young girl. Then, then was the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette. His chest was a trapezoid. He wore a white shirt, a jacket of green flannel, a bow tie, light trousers, and shoes of Corinthian red on his little dancing feet.

This was Don Zana 'The Marionette,' the one who used to dance on the tables and the coffins. He awoke one morning, hanging in the dusty storeroom of a theater, next to a lady of the eighteenth century, with many white ringlets and a cornucopia of a face. Don Zana broke the flower pots with his hand and he laughed at everything. He had a disagreeable voice, like the breaking of dry reeds; he talked more than anyone, and he got drunk at the little tables in the taverns.

He would throw the cards into the air when he lost, and he didn't stoop over to pick them up. Many felt his dry, wooden slap; many listened to his odious songs, and all saw him dance on the tables. He liked to argue, to go visiting in houses. He would dance in the elevators and on the landings, spill ink wells, beat on pianos with his rigid little gloved hands. The fruitseller's daughter fell in love with him and gave him apricots and plums. Don Zana kept the pits to make her believe he loved her.

The girl cried when days passed without Don Zana's going by her street. One day he took her out for a walk. The fruitseller's daughter, with her quince-lips, still bloodless, ingenuously kissed that slice-of-watermelon laugh.

She returned home crying and, without saying anything to anyone, died of bitterness. Don Zana used to walk through the outskirts of Madrid and catch small dirty fish in the Manzanares. Then he would light a fire of dry leaves and fry them. He slept in a pension where no one else stayed. Every morning he would put on his bright red shoes and have them cleaned.

He would breakfast on a large cup of chocolate and he would not return until night or dawn. Don Zana said to her, 'You don't pay for art, kid. Please help select our September Monthly Read!

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Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio

Sanchez Ferlosio, who was born in Rome on Dec. He based his work on the use of realistic narrative, which reflected everyday life. His formative years were spent as the son of a foreign correspondent living in Rome, where he learned Italian neo-realism, and was influenced by the style when he returned to live in Spain in the post Spanish Civil War era. Much of his writing reflected the difficult times in the s and 50s on themes such as war, poverty, austerity and morality. Perhaps his most famous work is the novel 'El Jarama' which was published in and won him the prestigious 'Premio Nadal' of that same year. The book tells the story of a group of youngsters from Madrid, who spend a day in the country and highlights the contrast between urban and rural Spain. Sanchez Ferlosio's career was further recognized in when he won the Cervantes Prize Premio Cervantes , the most important award for Spanish literature.

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