In
very ancient times the slopes Vesuvius lived a vintner who spent
most of his time in his vineyard, this was rented, the owner had
abandoned for years to devote to other things, he drew a certain
amount of wine to pay for expenses and earn what little to survive,
so it was a lover of nature, especially its vines, which at the
slightest sign of illness arranged to limit its spread using mixtures
of sulfur and copper liquid. Called Ernest, his father was owner of a
grocery store, he would have succumbed to that activity a day,
because he is the eldest son and the years when they would not longer
be allowed to carry that task, but as often happens the children do
not always follow in the footsteps of their fathers, indeed in some
cases, delete or take other direction.Ernesto was a tall,
strong-haired blacks and a look because of his aquiline nose bent, a
docile and submissive, quiet and cheerful, it seemed that he lived in
a world of his own , no it was not crazy, he had completed his
studies with discrete ratings, however, preferring to work with
nature and away from the tumult of business and employment citizen.In
evening after supper and drank some of his wine glass, came for a
walk heading towards the.....
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