Mondo piccolo Don Camillo

Mondo piccolo Don Camillo➶ [Reading] ➸ Mondo piccolo Don Camillo By Giovannino Guareschi ➫ – Jobs-in-kingston.co.uk شخصیت‌های اصلی در دنیای کوچک دن کامیلو نمادهای ساده و زنده دو جریان عمده حاکم بر شرایط جامعه و زمان و مکان خوی شخصیت‌های اصلی در دنیای کوچک دن کامیلو نمادهای ساده و زنده دو جریان عمده حاکم بر شرایط جامعه و زمان Mondo piccolo ePUB ô و مکان خویشند به عبارتیفاگر هریک از عناصر اصلی «این دنیای کوچک» یعنی افراد ومحیط آن جابه عناصر نمادین دیگری بدهد حتی عناصر و نمادهای جامعه‌‌ای که خواننده در هرجای جهان در آن قرار دارد نتیجه امر تقریبا مشابه همین وضع خواهد بود دن کامیلو، کشیشی است باهوش، رند، ساده، خوش قلب، جوانمرد، خشن، مومن، زورمند جوج… روستایی؛ په پونه نیز مردی است زورمند، جوج خوشقلب، مهربان، خشن ساده لوح، جوانمردفجزم اندیش، کم سواد، با روحیه‌‌ای نا مستحکم مایل به حیله گری اما ناتوان، از آن روستایی و… کمونیست محیط عمل و میدان تعارض این دو شخصیت، قصبه‌‌ای است در کنار رودخانه‌‌ای در حاشیه یکی از شهرهای ایتالیایی: دن کامیلو کشیش این قصبه است و به په پونه شهردار آن، که در عین حال مکاتب قصبه هم هست واین دو به لحاظ اختلاف دو ایدوولوژی و بینشی که بدان پایبندند، دائم با هم گلاویز… نیز باید به وجود یک شخصیت سوم هم در این «دنیای کوچک» اشاره کرد این شخصیت مجسمه عیسی مسیح است که بر فراز محراب کلیسا نصب شده و در جریان وقایع گاه به دخالت‌هایی ظریف ما حاصل را به خیر و عافیت می‌کشاند و در نتیجه هرچند ظاهرا در پایان هر ماجرا نوعی تعادل و توازن بین دو عنصر نمادین داستان کشیش و شهردار مارکسیست برقرار می‌شود اما حضور و دخالت مجسمه نیروی کشیش را کمی «مساوی‌تر» می‌کند داستان‌های دن کامیلو، در اروپا شهرت بسیار دارد و قهرمان آن کشیش شجاع و ساده قلب همچون «شوایک» قهرمان کتاب طنز آمیز «یاروسلاوها شک» شخصیتی بسیار محبوب و معروف است بعضی از این داستان‌های طنز به صورت فیلم در امده که فرناندل، هنرپیشه فقید سینمای کمدی فرانسه، بازیگر نقش دن کامیلو و جینوچروی، هنر پیشه ایتالیایی، نقش په پونه را در آن بازی کرده‌اند. Don Camillo: Mondo Piccolo = The Little World of Don Camillo (Don Camillo #1), Giovannino Guareschi

Don Camillo is a character created by the Italian writer and journalist Giovannino Guareschi, whose name, and some of his character, is based on an actual Roman Catholic priest, World War II partisan and detainee at the concentration camps of Dachau and Mauthausen, named Don Camillo Valota (1912–1998).

Guareschi was also inspired by Don Alessandro Parenti, a priest of Trepalle, near the Swiss border. The fictional Don Camillo is one of two main protagonists of Guareschi's short stories, the other being the communist mayor of the town, Peppone. The stories are set in what Guareschi refers to as the small world of rural Italy after World War II.

تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز پنجم ماه دسامبر سال 1992 میلادی

عنوان: دنیای کوچک دن کامیلو؛ نویسنده: جووانی گوارسکی؛ مترجم جمشید ارجمند؛ تهران، فاریاب، 1363؛ در 259 ص؛ شابک 9649082131؛ چاپ دیگر تهران، پرواز، 1379؛ در 264ص؛ چاپ دیگر 1381؛ چاپ دیگر 1392؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان ایتالیائی - سده 20 م

عنوان: دنیای کوچک دن کامیلو؛ نویسنده: جووانی گوارسکی؛ مترجم ابراهیم یونسی؛ بابل ، کتابسرای بابل، 1369؛ در 220 ص؛

داستان کشیش یک دهکده در ایتالیا، و برخوردهای او، با شهردار کمونیست آن منطقه است. دو طرز فکر متفاوت، و دوستی آنها با همدیگر؛ ا. شربیانی The stories in this collection are fun
..but they are really not for me. I have read about half of them, and I have had enough. I do not think it is advisable to read one story after another, but neither do I have the urge to return to them after I have put them aside.

Each story takes only about ten minutes to listen to. Each story has the same message, so I have no desire to proceed to the next. They are cute. They are sweet. They illustrate the friendship between a communist mayor and a hot-headed Catholic priest. The setting is right after the Second World War in a small village in the Po valley of Italy.

The stories are amusing. Camillo, the priest, continually addresses Il Cristo, a voice from the crucifix, presenting his worries and difficulties. Il Cristo is in fact Camillo’s conscience. It is the wording that is funny. The humor is ironical and pokes fun at human behavior and politics.

For my taste, too often disputes get out of hand and Camillo and the mayor end up physically assaulting each other. Most importantly, the tales are too repetitive.

Pers Dudgeon narrates the audiobook. He does a fine job. The narration is good, so I have given it three stars.

You should at least try a few of the stories. Get the book at the library, then you can return it when you have had enough.


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What follows is the introduction to The Little World, in which Guareschi tells how he came to be the man who wrote the Don Camillo stories. Guareschi's history is in many ways a reflection of and counterpoint to Italy's history from the Great War through the 1960s.

I dare you to read this link and not laugh:
http://darwincatholic.blogspot.com/20


I enjoyed the link more than the stories!

This book is being discussed during June 2019 in the GR group, Reading the 20th Century. As a child, I loved the Little World of Don Camillo. I first found the book in my local library – a huge volume, with a yellow cover. Although I have never been greatly fond of short stories, I enjoyed these and have enjoyed re-visiting them.

Don Camillo is the huge, brave, impetuous priest in the small, Po valley in Northern Italy, after WWII. Peppone – equally enormous, and stubborn, is the leader of the local communists and the town mayor. For most of the stories in this volume, the two men are at loggerheads with each other, although, ironically, they are often each other’s most likely confidantes and allies, when things get tough.

The author of these stories, Giovannino Guareschi, was a journalist, who, like the characters in this book, shared a history in WWII. Indeed, the character of Don Camillo himself was, supposedly, based upon a real priest, who was a partisan and, later prisoner at Dachau, during the war. Although the war is only alluded to by Peppone and Don Camillo, it is obvious that both men were comrades, during that time, and their shared history has made them trust each other.

The other main character in these books is Christ, on the cross, who watches Don Camillo and, indeed, chats to him, like the friend that he is. He acts as Don Camillo’s conscience and chides him when he gets carried away, but always gently. I have enjoyed re-entering this world, that I once knew so well. A very enjoyable collection and a fascinating world, with characters that stay with you.


I want to say charming, but there is more going on than that in this collection of short stories centering on the priest of a small, post-WWII north Italian village and his mostly comic assorted tribulations with local people and politics.

The first chapter of the edition I read was a brief autobiography by the author, putting things in context but only for those with enough history (or who were there at the time) to read between the lines to realize how hair-raising it all must have been. One mild paragraph described how he was drafted into the Italian army for criticizing the Fascists just in time to be taken prisoner by the Germans when the Italian war effort collapsed, and mentions aside that because he refused to work for the Germans was sent to a prison camp in Poland instead
I see there is an autobiography about that, which I may pursue when I have more endurance. But this background informs the work and the writer, for all the apparent simplicity of the tales.

Meanwhile, I see there are further collections about Don Camillo, which my library might supply.

Ta, L.

Later: Aha. I just figured out how to post/copy my book reviews directly to my blog. Shall try this. In an age of overly complex plots, multiple story lines, stream of consciousness prose, dozens of characters, globetrotting characters, worldwide implications it is great to enjoy a book like this. All of the events take place in a small Italian town, with virtually no plot implications beyond the town and its inhabitants. These include main characters Don Camillo, the Catholic Priest and Peppone, the mayor and communist party leader.
Guareschi's short tales center on disagreements between the political Peppone, and the religious Don Camillo - though Jesus plays a major role as he communicates with Camillo through the church's Crucifix.
The stories are simple, straightforward and dispense with lengthy examinations of setting and long descriptions of the cast - the author moves through letting the character's actions define them. Cleverly, their actions often are completely different than the things they say, or the roles they play. Even Christ, more often than not, chastises the Priest in light of his actions regarding Peppone.
On might think that the simplicity described is a weakness, but it is most assuredly a strength, as stripped down tales are surprisingly deep, and complex in terms of human understanding.
Its not hard to see why this book was in print for more than 30 editions. Highly recommended. Charming & deft humor. The stories of Don Camillo, the cantankerous but beloved priest, and his sidekick, Communist mayor Peppone, continue to make me laugh every time I read them. Their Cold War adventures, mishaps, arguments, and reconciliations have a timeless quality. To appreciate the true genius of author Guareschi, delve deeper into the latent spiritual meaning that many of his stories contain --but don't get bogged down in the scholarly search for the meaning of life. Don Camillo tales allow us to appreciate a sacred awareness of the world, an understanding communicated through friendships, foes, objects, gestures, expressions, and actual religious rites. I loved reading the many tales and hope you will too -- and I'll bet you laugh out loud when you read about Don Camillo skinny dipping and talking smack with his friend and foe Peppone. I borrowed 'The World of Don Camillo' from the lockdown library of friendship, having not heard of it before. I was assured that it's fun, thus it turned out to be the last remotely cheerful unread book in my flat. (Edinburgh public libraries won't start reopening for another two weeks, so I've emergency-ordered ten second-hand novels off eBay.) I found it a funny and often heart-warming read. This collected volume includes all five books of short stories about shenanigans and mayhem in a little Italian village a few years after the Second World War. The titular Don Camillo is the village priest and constantly feuds with his nemesis/best friend Peppone, who happens to be the village's communist mayor. The two of them are constantly faced by moral and political dilemmas, which they generally resolve in the least mature way possible via practical jokes and/or fistfights. Both are huge strong men, ready at any moment to break furniture over each other's head, thus there is a certain Asterix-in-the-1950s vibe. The stories are largely told from Don Camillo's perspective and he frequently chats with God, who takes a delightfully sardonic tone with him:

As he passed by the altar, the Lord frowned down at him.
Lord, said Don Camillo, Whosoever shall exalt himself shall be humbled and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted.
Don Camillo, said the Lord, for some time now you've been skating on thin ice.
With God's help, no ice is too thin, said Don Camillo.


Although the tone throughout is one of farce, the many serious situations aren't treated entirely lightly. The brutal legacy of the war is ever-present, not least in the availability of machine guns; the poverty of the village explains the appeal of communism; and disasters natural and man-made occur regularly. Peppone and Don Camillo attempt to solve local problems, quite a few of which they created, while competing for the villagers' hearts and minds and arguing about Russia. Ultimately, though, they often team up and share responsibility for the village's welfare. As well as owning a dog together, an adorable detail. Both of them are defensive of their dignity, quick to anger, and pragmatic after calming down for a moment. They share a bottle of wine more often than they punch each other. Their frenemy rivalry remains entertaining for more than 500 pages as Guareschi is such a witty writer. He ingeniously creates endless opportunities for the two of them to clash, co-operate, or both.

Memorable episodes include the village being flooded, Don Camillo helping Peppone get his school certificate, and both men being caught out by hire purchase schemes. My favourite sequence dominated the final book in the collection, 'Comrade Don Camillo'. In this, the priest blackmails Peppone into inviting him on a communist party trip to the USSR. This is both interesting for its depiction of soviet propaganda visits, moving for its moments recalling the horrors of the Eastern Front, and hilarious for all the absurdity of Don Camillo's fake communist persona and Peppone's annoyance. I appreciated that the narrative sympathises with both characters, indeed it seems clear that they could quite easily swap places and ideologies. The underlying message is that compassion and practicality are far better than religious or political dogmatism. The only notable drawback to an otherwise joyful read was a dispiriting normalisation of domestic violence towards women, children, and animals. So funny I just kept laughing yet also found so much spiritual wisdom in this book. This was on my to read list for awhile. Now it is on my read again list. Good Story 152. Just when Julie and Scott were ready to start breaking candles over some heads, Christ got a word in. Just one, he said. Just one.

Original review below
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You would be hard pressed to find a more charming book anywhere than this set of short stories.

Set in a small Italian village soon after World War II, we see the priest Don Camillo repeatedly come up against his sworn enemy Peppone. Peppone is an atheist who is the head of the local Communist party and, therefore, against Christianity. Both are hotheads who are inclined to solve problems with their fists and the occasional Tommy gun before turning to more peaceful measures. One soon learns that both men quarrel because they are so much alike that neither will give way and that, when push comes to shove, they will work together for the common good.

Whenever Don Camillo is in over his head, he talks to Christ on the crucifix in his church. We get to hear Christ's wise advice and his occasional, necessary words of reproval as Don Camillo goes about shepherding the souls of the village. In this scene the local communists have threatened to shoot anyone who participates in a scheduled religious procession.

Don Camillo found the square as bare as a billiard ball.

Are we going now, Don Camillo? asked Christ from above the altar. The river must be beautiful in this sunshine. I'll enjoy seeing it.

We're going all right, replied Don Camillo. But I am afraid that this time I shall be the entire procession. If You can put up with that


Where there is Don Camillo he is sufficient in himself, said Christ smiling.

Don Camillo hastily put on the leather harness with the support for the foot of the cross, lifted the enormous crucifix from the altar and adjusted it in the socket. Then he sighed: All the same, they need not have made this Cross quite so heavy.

You're telling Me! replied the Lord smiling. And I never had shoulders such as yours.

A few moments later Don Camillo, bearing his enormous crucifix, emerged solemnly from the door of the church. The village was completely deserted; people were cowering in their houses and watching through the cracks of the shutters.

I must look like one of those friars who used to carry a big black cross through villages smitten by the plague, said Don Camillo to himself. Then he began a psalm in his ringing baritone, which seemed to acquire volume in the silence.

After crossing the Square he began to walk down the main street, and here again was emptiness and silence. A small dog came out of a side street and began quietly to follow Don Camillo.

Go away! muttered Don Camillo.

Let it alone, whispered Christ from His Cross. Then Peppone won't be able to say that not even a dog walked in the procession.

The street curved and then came the lane that led to the river bank. Don Camillo had no sooner turned the bend when he found the way unexpectedly obstructed.

Two hundred men had collected and stood silently across it with folded arms. In front of them stood Peppone, his hands on his hips.

Don Camillo wished he were a tank. But since he could only be Don Camillo, he advanced until he was within a yard of Peppone and then halted. Then he lifted the enormous crucifix from its socket and raised it in his hands, brandishing it as though it were a club.

Lord, cried Don Camillo. Hold on tight; I am going to strike!

But there was no need, because the men scattered before him and the way lay open. Only Peppone, his arms akimbo and his legs wide apart, remained in the middle of the road. Don Camillo put the crucifix back in its socket and marched straight at him and Peppone moved to one side.

I'm not shifting myself for your sake, but for His, said Peppone, pointing to the crucifix.

Then take that hat off your head! replied Don Camillo without so much as looking at him. Peppone pulled off his hat, and Don Camillo marched solemnly through two rows of Peppone's men.

When he reached the river bank he stopped. Lord, said Don Camillo in a loud voice, if the few decent people in this filthy village could build themselves a Noah's Ark and float safely upon the waters, I would ask You to send a flood that would break down this dike and submerge the whole countryside. But as these few decent folk live in brick houses exactly like those of their rotten neighbors, and as it would not be just that the good should suffer for the sins of scoundrels like Mayor Peppone and his gang of Godless brigands, I ask You to save this countryside from the river's waters and to give it every prosperity.

Amen, came Peppone's voice from just behind him.

Amen, came the response of all the men who had followed the crucifix.

Don Camillo set out on the return journey and when he reached the doorway of the church and turned around so that Christ might bestow a final blessing upon the distant river, he found standing before him: the small dog, Peppone, Peppone's men and every inhabitant of the village, not excluding the druggist, who was an atheist, but who felt that never in his life had he dreamed of a priest like Don Camillo, who could make even the Eternal Father quite tolerable.
At first because of the format and simplicity of some of the stories I mistakenly thought that these were simply light hearted tales, featuring simplistic morality. Nothing could be further from the truth. However, the simplicity is deceptive and the problems that the characters must solve are often true to life and painful.

There are so many good moments that I could post the entire book. However, I will leave you with this additional lengthy excerpt which answers the question of whether praying for your favorite team to win works or not. Christ's fondness for his priest even when he has done the wrong thing makes me smile and this is a good example.
Don Camillo was bewildered. He ran off to the church and knelt in front of the altar. Lord, he said, why did You fail me? I have lost the match.

And why should I help you more than the others?

Your men had twenty-two legs and so had the Dynamos, Don Camillo, and all legs are equal. Moreover, they are not My business. I am interested in souls. Don Camillo, where are your brains?

I can find them with an effort, said Don Camillo. I was not suggesting that You should have taken charge of my men's legs, which in any case were the best of the lot. But I do say that You did not prevent that dishonest referee from calling an unjust foul against my team.

The priest can make a mistake in saying Mass, Don Camillo; why do you deny that others can make a mistake and yet be in good faith?

Errors happen in most circumstances, but not in sport! When the ball is actually there
Binella the clock-maker is a scoundrel
Don Camillo was unable to go on because at that moment he heard an imploring voice and a man came running into the church, exhausted and gasping, his face convulsed with terror.

They want to kill me, he sobbed. 'Save me!

The crowd had reached the church door and was about to pour into the church itself. Don Camillo seized a weighty candlestick, and brandished it menacingly. Back! In God's name or I strike! he shouted. Remember that anyone who enters here is sacred and immune! The crowd hesitated.

Shame on you, you pack of wolves! Get back to your lairs and pray God to forgive you your savagery.

The crowd stood in silence, heads were bowed and there was a general retreat.

Make the sign of the cross, Don Camillo ordered them severely, and as he stood there brandishing the candlestick in his huge hand, he looked like Samson.

Everyone made the sign of the cross.

Don Camillo stood back and closed the church door, drawing the bolt, but there was no need. The fugitive had sunk into a pew and was still panting. Thank you, Don Camillo, he murmured.

Don Camillo made no immediate reply. He paced to and fro for a few moments and then pulled up opposite the man. Binella! he said furiously. Binella, here in my presence and that of God you dare not lie! There was no foul! How much did that heretic Peppone give you to call a foul in a tied game?

Two thousand five hundred lire.

M-m-m-m! roared Don Camillo, thrusting his fist under his victim's nose.

But then
moaned Binella.

Get out, bawled Don Camillo, pointing to the door.

Alone again, Don Camillo turned toward Christ. Didn't I tell You that the swine had sold himself? Haven't I a right to be mad?

None at all, Don Camillo, replied Christ. You started it when you offered Binella two thousand lire to do the same thing. When Peppone bid five hundred lire more, Binella accepted.

Don Camillo raised his hands. Lord, he said, but looking at it that way makes me the guilty man!

Exactly, Don Camillo. When you, a priest, made the first offer, he assumed it wasn't wrong and then, quite naturally, he took the more profitable bid.

Don Camillo bowed his head. And do You mean to tell me that if that unhappy wretch gets beaten up by my men, it will be my fault?

In a certain sense, yes, because you were the first to lead him into temptation. Nevertheless, your sin would have been greater if Binella, accepting your offer, had agreed to cheat on behalf of your team. Because then the Dynamos would have done the beating up, and you would have been powerless to stop them.

Don Camillo reflected awhile. In fact, he said, it works out better that the others won.

Exactly, Don Camillo.

Then, Lord, said Don Camillo,'I thank You for having let me lose. And if I say that I accept the defeat as a punishment for my dishonesty, You must believe that I am really penitent. Because, to see a team like mine, who could easily swallow and digest a couple of thousand Dynamos, to see them beaten
is enough to break one's heart, and cries for vengeance to God!

Don Camillo! Christ admonished him, smiling.

You don't understand me, sighed Don Camillo. Sport is a thing apart. Either one cares or one doesn't. Do I make myself clear?

Only too clear. I understand you so well that
Come now, when are you going to get your revenge?

Don Camillo leaped to his feet, his heart swelling with delight. Six to nothing! he shouted. Six to nothing that they never even see the ball! Do You see that confessional?

He flung his hat up in the air, caught it with a neat kick as it dropped and sent it like a thunderbolt into the little window of the confessional.

Goal! said Christ, smiling.