At
seven o'clock in the morning that day the alarm of Mr Andrew
Cassetti, elementary school teacher of the institute "Alessandro
Manzoni" in his country, rang punctual, as usual.
Shortly
after graduation he had begun to cross the main door of the old
school to get to the classroom where his students were already
waiting for him.
Every
day the same walk, the same gestures and a smile and a kind word
for everyone: the headmaster of the institute, the janitors, his
colleagues, but especially to small children in his class.
Every
gesture and every word revealed a clear kindness.
Master
Cassetti was loved by everyone.
Since
his youth, he did not prefer to spend free time with friends, but
giving free lessons to the students who had to catch up.
And
that is why, at his age, he lived alone in the big house of the
parents, in the company of an old cat that never left him except
to have a meal.
To
feel less alone, he had placed in each room a light that,
illuminating his back, threw in front of him his shadow.
In
the evening, the teacher used to go out for a walk "to help
digestion", as he said.
As
usual, that evening teacher Cassetti got dressed to the
nines and, after a pat to the cat, to reassure him of his return,
he opened the door and stepped into the street.
The
night air was cool and a light mist enveloped men and things.
On
the sidewalks the hurried passers-by
were preceded by their shadows.
Suddenly
a very strong wind got up and swept away the mist and all the
shadows cast by the light from the street lamps.
To
his great surprise, however, teacher Cassetti noticed that only
his shadow was left to keep him company.
The
wind had felt pity for the good man and didn't feel like leaving
him completely alone.
Moreover,
the shadow liked it, because living with a man so good was
beautiful.
The
wind accompanied them home and, with a final caress on the face of
the schoolteacher, took leave of them.
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