long time ago, north of the Ampezzo valley where the river Boite come under Col Rosa, there was a small island with a windmill. It was a case was there, because at that time the mills were still moving his arms. The miller had a beloved daughter, Playing on the shore of the island and, during periods of drought, and went into the water upstream. So it was that she came close to the river Felizon , stretissima a gorge, dark and deep. He met an old woman dressed in green- said that you do here? do not know that water collects on us and ra little rush here? not lose a minute, flee! - The child began to run. He heard a tremendous roar of the water that came and felt lost, but the old saw that the rock was a sign of where to climb. He saved himself and the woman took her to a cave, where he was a boy -this is my son, we live in the river and the water sometimes go to great height above us. This time will not come this far, do not worry- the river even though it was never so dry as to enable the return home. Became accustomed to and fond of new friends, so as not to think more about the family. They spent seven years in which Miller and his wife had been looking at his daughter and had not resigned to him for dead. One day the woman had a piece of dyed red and put her on the fence to dry. When in the afternoon went to withdraw it, he heard two voices thin. Intrigued he stopped to listen and look through a crack. They were two dwarfs who admired the painting -I am so old that I still remember when in the closed water Felizon I just covered the foot and many other things I have seen a painting so beautiful but I had never seen before- said the other -true, if I could get me to come back sull'Amariana, relatives, and they would remain open mouth! - his wife consulted with her husband and decided to prepare two small houses with the canvas, let it on the fence. The next day the dwarfs returned and were amazed. Then the miller, who was waiting in hiding, came out and said that if it helps him find his daughter gave them to him. The dwarves would take him on the spot, but it was necessary to await the full moon. Not accepted immediately offered clothes, because once had would never return ... so used among dwarfs. In the night fixed met with the man and took them through the woods to the closed end of Felizon , explaining how to get down to the bottom- follow the path laid and you'll find your daughter, but be careful to always act fairly and without guile they pride ! - the miller did not understand the meaning of words, but did not think, gave her clothes and left. Arrived at the water he saw an old woman and a young man who slept in the water and submerged to the neck with his head on rocks with moss. He understood that humans were not simple, but not stopped. Just above saw a young girl. despite the years recognized her as the daughter awoke and -am your father, come with me before to wake up the bad guys! - awakened by surprise and still dazed, the girl followed his father and returned home. It seemed that she remembered nothing of his childhood in the morning and begged them to let her return to the cave, promising to return, however, often find them, but parents thought it was the influence of some enchantment and unfulfilled desire. One day my mother found a green necklace under her pillow for her daughter. She told the man that was a gift of the river, with whom he was engaged. The parents were frightened and studied what to do to detach it from the spirits of the stream. It was decided that she would have thrown in the closed Felizon green pearls and did so. The necklace falling made a tremendous roar, as if a mountain had collapsed into the troubled woman and went off early. Days after the water was washing the Boite old when she appeared dressed in green- I beg you, let your daughter go with me - the old prayed with humility, but the mother was adamant, until the old woman said that at the time would come to recover his son's girlfriend. The mother heard the threat in these words and said well tell him to come back -between thirteen years! - that was a saying of Ampezzani to mean "never" . Some time later gave his daughter in marriage to a young man who came to live with them. Time passed, the mother and daughter had died two children. One day a stranger came dressed in green who asked to be taken as a boy and man welcomed him, while his daughter was visiting relatives. They asked who knew the work of the miller and he said he knew nothing about -.. but I'm strong and resistant to fatigue, especially in water. Attach the wheel to a post that it reaches the water and I will spin the wheel for 16 hours a day, without rest! - the two were amused by propostae mocked him, but decided to try. He worked 16 hours a Gorno, pay every 7, a day off. So it was with him and produced three times as much, doing a roaring trade. When the girl returned with the children instantly recognized the man from the stream. I did not upset word to anyone but from that day does not make a mill and prevent children from approaching. A rainy day it happened that the barrel of the mouth of the gutter that Ampezzani call "room" , having swerved, threw the water spray on the face of the boy who cried help -Replace the "room", I can not withstand the water flow! it hurts! Iten me prisoner, deliver me! - the miller was away for Spinger cane, when he realized that the young, surging, the wheel was going much faster! Did nothing for him, and spent the 16 hours, the boy still grinding, screaming for mercy for the jet that kept him prisoner. Father and son became aware of it in their power and decided that they would spared the mill day and night giving himself to never stop changing, without pay and without a day off. When the rain stopped they built a pipeline from the river to the roof, so as to keep him prisoner. They were happy to gain and singing a song mocking poor "in a thin water drops
and you grind and grind you.
Both wrong, both are right,
freedom does not give you the most!"
When the boy knew it was useless to complain did not say a word and worked for months ... years ... so that no one remembered him. By now it seemed natural that the wheel moved incessantly. In a summer night the children woke up crying like a bad dream. When my mother was able to sleep, he heard singing. A strange voice, similar to gurgling water
"is the water in a large wave
you wait, wait.
In thirteen years, the word ends
and my wife take away"
the morning he decided to speak to his father asking them to free the boy and send him away with good, but said it was a fool. She could not give peace and went to the mill. As he saw her asked her to remove the "room" and she did. Free at last the man jumped on shore and appeared like a giant sitting up, so big that his head was higher than the roof. She was terrified but did not understand fear and jumped into the river, crossed it and disappeared into the woods. Year after the wheel had stopped and the miller was angry. Could no longer spend money in the mill bike. Meanwhile, the sky was covered with clouds, prepares a tampestàda (storm) and the fact that here we do not have to do better if we start with the sacks of flour to Miljèra before it rains! - When they left with cart saw on the tops of Pomagagnon a cloud shaped like a funnel, a small black- "Godar" , bad sign, go fast! - Miljèra that already arrived at the first drops fell. They wanted to wait until the end of the storm but after several hours, came a guy saying that the Boite river was in flood. Concerned for the girl and the children returned in the rain. The bridge was gone, swept away, so they ran to ask for help to the village, where they were from men and women with ropes and tools. The girl meanwhile was on the roof of his home to escape the current. The only way to save a man who was attached to the rope and brought them to reach safely pulled back on aid and her husband wanted to go himself. On the first lap and took the two children, he shouted to the villagers to shoot and came safely to shore. Immediately rejected in the water. This time it was a long time and did not feel the man calls back, so that the villagers decided to pull the rope to shore. The man was not dead, but exhausted. Twice he had crossed the river without finding more than the mill. No one had courage to try the crossing, while the Boite continued to rise. At dawn we saw that the river had flooded the island and swept away the mill and house. The stream went crashing full of menace, like a giant angry.
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