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“в Берлинцоне, в стране басков, в области, называемой Живи-лакомо, где виноградные лозы подвязывают сосисками, гусь идет за копейку, да еще с гусенком впридачу; есть там гора вся из тертого пармезана, на которой живут люди и ничем другим не занимаются, как только готовят макароны и клецки, варят их в отваре из каплунов и бросают вниз; кто больше поймает, у того больше и бывает; а поблизости течет поток из Верначчьо, лучшего вина еще никто не пивал, и нет в нем ни капли воды.("Декамерон", Дж. Бокаччо)”

Quote by Giovanni Boccaccio

Book:The Decameron
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The Decameron

Written by Giovanni Boccaccio, The Decameron is a seminal work of Italian literature. It consists of one hundred novellas, each told by a different character. The stories range from romantic escapades to moral tales, reflecting the diverse experiences and social classes of the time. The setting is during the 14th century, amidst the devastating Black Death pandemic, which provides a backdrop for the characters' escapism and storytelling. more

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Giovanni Boccaccio
Giovanni Boccaccio

Giovanni Boccaccio was an Italian author and poet, born on June 16, 1313, and died on December 21, 1375. He is best known for his work 'The Decameron', a collection of 100 tales told by a group of young people during the Black Death. Boccaccio's contributions to literature are significant for his depiction of human nature and his influence on the development of the novel form. more

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