Virgil was only seventeen years old - still young but his mother thought he was old enough, so she courted a girl for him.
Strange? Perhaps in the city, but in the provinces it is a common thing. Mothers usually choose the heart's choice of their children. That is why so many unfortunate young find themselves tied to mates they hardly know, at least at the beginning.
But Virgil was in luck. His mother fell in love with a girl who was also the silent choice of his own heart. He had met her a month before and she had smiled at him. He had smiled at her too, but had lacked the courage to speak to her.
His mother took Virgil to the girl's house one afternoon and introduced him to her. After that she and the girl's mother left them together and went off to talk about some business of their own.
Virgil was still very young. Though good-looking and a bit mischievous with the girls at times, he had never made love to any of them. So now, he sat before the girl, staring out of the window and desperately trying to think of something to say.
"A beautiful sunset, is it not?" he finally said stiffly.
The girl looked at him, smiled and nodded, saying "Yes" at the same time.
He smiled, although there was really nothing to smile at in what either the girl or he had said. Nevertheless, he smiled again.
The girl did not move and kept on looking at him. Evidently she expected something more from him. But he had nothing else to tell her.
And so they sat, hardly moving, their mouths shut. Occasionally their glances would meet and then both would look away.
"Excuse me," Virgil burst out suddenly. The girl stared at him a little surprised.
"Why?" she asked.
"I… may I know your name? I didn't hear clearly what my mother said."
"My name is Cely," she answered. "Cely Toreno."
"Cely? That is a nice name!" he said in an attempt at flattery.
"And yours?"
"Whose? Mine? It is Virgil. Virgil Carillo."
"Virgil! Are you an American?"
"American?" he echoed. "How could that be?"
The girl laughed and he was surprised. Why did she laugh? He thought. Was there something funny in what he had said? Maybe! He laughed, too.
And so for a whole minute they stared at each other smilingly. The girl's shyness was disappearing, but Virgil had not yet conquered his timidity when the two mothers returned. Virgil looked at his mother and saw that she was happy about something. An then Virgil and his mother bade Cely and her mother goodbye, Virgil's mother stating that they would call again and Cely's mother nodding in agreement.
Virgil and his mother visited Cely and her mother in the afternoon of the next day and again Virgil and Cely were left alone while the mothers went into another room. The two young people were now less restrained. Virgil told Cely about his childhood and Cely told Virgil about hers, and their afternoon together ended with tales about each other's childhood days, while in the other room the two women had been making arrangements looking to the future.
Every afternoon for two weeks Virgil and his mother called at the girl's home and then beginning the third week, Virgil went alone. At the end of the month, Virgil learned from his mother that he and Cely would be married.
"Why, mother!" he said, "I have not asked her yet!"
"But I have," she said.
Cely, too, learned from her mother that she and Virgil would soon be joined in wedlock.
"But mother!" she cried. "He has not asked me yet!"
"But Virgil's mother asked me," said Cely's mother.
And so Virgil and Cely found themselves engaged, hardly knowing how it had happened. They had not yet told each other what was in their hearts, and yet they were engaged. Yesterday they were just friends, now they would soon be married.
In the afternoon Virgil and Cely took long walks in the fields. She would ask him for flowers, and he would pick them for her. They were no longer so bashful together and felt as if they had know each other for years.
Once Cely asked Virgil jokingly, "If I married somebody else, would you feel sad?"
"But that can never happen!" he answered. "We are engaged, aren't we?"
"But suppose!" said the girl.
"Of course, I would be unhappy, Cely," he replied. He came near her and said, "Cely once you were nothing to me. But now, thought we have only known each other for a month, I truly love you."
Virgil's words made Cely very happy. She, too, loved him.
The two mothers were also glad that their children showed each other affection. "They will make a good pair," they said.
But one day Virgil's mother came to him with a worried look on her face.
"Virgil," she said, "your wedding with Cely is off."
"Why, mother!" he exclaimed, astonished. "Cely and I have not quarrelled."
"No," said the mother, "but we…" She did not finish her sentence, but turned away.
Cely was also told by her mother that there would be no wedding.
"But mother!" she cried. "Virgil and I did not quarrel!"
"No," said her mother, "but we - Virgil's mother and I - did."
Lazaro M. Espinosa
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Virgil was only seventeen years old - still young but his mother thought he was old enough, so she courted a girl for him. Strange? Perhaps in the city, but in the provinces it is a common thing. Mothers usually choose the heart's choice of their children. That is why so many unfortunate young find themselves tied to mates they hardly know, at least at the beginning. But Virgil was in luck. His mother fell in love with a girl who was also the silent choice of his own heart. He had met her a month before and she had smiled at him. He had smiled at her too, but had lacked the courage to speak to her. His mother took Virgil to the girl's house one afternoon and introduced him to her. After that she and the girl's mother left them together and went off to talk about some business of their own. Virgil was still very young. Though good-looking and a bit mischievous with the girls at times, he had never made love to any of them. So now, he sat before the girl, staring out of the window and desperately trying to think of something to say. "A beautiful sunset, is it not?" he finally said stiffly. The girl looked at him, smiled and nodded, saying "Yes" at the same time. He smiled, although there was really nothing to smile at in what either the girl or he had said. Nevertheless, he smiled again. The girl did not move and kept on looking at him. Evidently she expected something more from him. But he had nothing else to tell her. And so they sat, hardly moving, their mouths shut. Occasionally their glances would meet and then both would look away. "Excuse me," Virgil burst out suddenly. The girl stared at him a little surprised. "Why?" she asked. "I… may I know your name? I didn't hear clearly what my mother said." "My name is Cely," she answered. "Cely Toreno." "Cely? That is a nice name!" he said in an attempt at flattery. "And yours?" "Whose? Mine? It is Virgil. Virgil Carillo." "Virgil! Are you an American?" "American?" he echoed. "How could that be?" The girl laughed and he was surprised. Why did she laugh? He thought. Was there something funny in what he had said? Maybe! He laughed, too. And so for a whole minute they stared at each other smilingly. The girl's shyness was disappearing, but Virgil had not yet conquered his timidity when the two mothers returned. Virgil looked at his mother and saw that she was happy about something. An then Virgil and his mother bade Cely and her mother goodbye, Virgil's mother stating that they would call again and Cely's mother nodding in agreement. Virgil and his mother visited Cely and her mother in the afternoon of the next day and again Virgil and Cely were left alone while the mothers went into another room. The two young people were now less restrained. Virgil told Cely about his childhood and Cely told Virgil about hers, and their afternoon together ended with tales about each other's childhood days, while in the other room the two women had been making arrangements looking to the future. Every afternoon for two weeks Virgil and his mother called at the girl's home and then beginning the third week, Virgil went alone. At the end of the month, Virgil learned from his mother that he and Cely would be married. "Why, mother!" he said, "I have not asked her yet!" "But I have," she said. Cely, too, learned from her mother that she and Virgil would soon be joined in wedlock. "But mother!" she cried. "He has not asked me yet!" "But Virgil's mother asked me," said Cely's mother. And so Virgil and Cely found themselves engaged, hardly knowing how it had happened. They had not yet told each other what was in their hearts, and yet they were engaged. Yesterday they were just friends, now they would soon be married. In the afternoon Virgil and Cely took long walks in the fields. She would ask him for flowers, and he would pick them for her. They were no longer so bashful together and felt as if they had know each other for years. Once Cely asked Virgil jokingly, "If I married somebody else, would you feel sad?" "But that can never happen!" he answered. "We are engaged, aren't we?" "But suppose!" said the girl. "Of course, I would be unhappy, Cely," he replied. He came near her and said, "Cely once you were nothing to me. But now, thought we have only known each other for a month, I truly love you." Virgil's words made Cely very happy. She, too, loved him. The two mothers were also glad that their children showed each other affection. "They will make a good pair," they said. But one day Virgil's mother came to him with a worried look on her face. "Virgil," she said, "your wedding with Cely is off." "Why, mother!" he exclaimed, astonished. "Cely and I have not quarrelled." "No," said the mother, "but we…" She did not finish her sentence, but turned away. Cely was also told by her mother that there would be no wedding. "But mother!" she cried. "Virgil and I did not quarrel!" "No," said her mother, "but we - Virgil's mother and I - did."
Virgil was only seventeen years old - still young but his mother thought he was old enough, so she courted a girl for him. Strange? Perhaps in the city, but in the provinces it is a common thing. Mothers usually choose the heart's choice of their children. That is why so many unfortunate young find themselves tied to mates they hardly know, at least at the beginning. But Virgil was in luck. His mother fell in love with a girl who was also the silent choice of his own heart. He had met her a month before and she had smiled at him. He had smiled at her too, but had lacked the courage to speak to her. His mother took Virgil to the girl's house one afternoon and introduced him to her. After that she and the girl's mother left them together and went off to talk about some business of their own. Virgil was still very young. Though good-looking and a bit mischievous with the girls at times, he had never made love to any of them. So now, he sat before the girl, staring out of the window and desperately trying to think of something to say. "A beautiful sunset, is it not?" he finally said stiffly. The girl looked at him, smiled and nodded, saying "Yes" at the same time. He smiled, although there was really nothing to smile at in what either the girl or he had said. Nevertheless, he smiled again. The girl did not move and kept on looking at him. Evidently she expected something more from him. But he had nothing else to tell her. And so they sat, hardly moving, their mouths shut. Occasionally their glances would meet and then both would look away. "Excuse me," Virgil burst out suddenly. The girl stared at him a little surprised. "Why?" she asked. "I... may I know your name? I didn't hear clearly what my mother said." "My name is Cely," she answered. "Cely Toreno." "Cely? That is a nice name!" he said in an attempt at flattery. "And yours?" "Whose? Mine? It is Virgil. Virgil Carillo." "Virgil! Are you an American?" "American?" he echoed. "How could that be?" The girl laughed and he was surprised. Why did she laugh? He thought. Was there something funny in what he had said? Maybe! He laughed, too. And so for a whole minute they stared at each other smilingly. The girl's shyness was disappearing, but Virgil had not yet conquered his timidity when the two mothers returned. Virgil looked at his mother and saw that she was happy about something. An then Virgil and his mother bade Cely and her mother goodbye, Virgil's mother stating that they would call again and Cely's mother nodding in agreement. Virgil and his mother visited Cely and her mother in the afternoon of the next day and again Virgil and Cely were left alone while the mothers went into another room. The two young people were now less restrained. Virgil told Cely about his childhood and Cely told Virgil about hers, and their afternoon together ended with tales about each other's childhood days, while in the other room the two women had been making arrangements looking to the future. Every afternoon for two weeks Virgil and his mother called at the girl's home and then beginning the third week, Virgil went alone. At the end of the month, Virgil learned from his mother that he and Cely would be married. "Why, mother!" he said, "I have not asked her yet!" "But I have," she said. Cely, too, learned from her mother that she and Virgil would soon be joined in wedlock. "But mother!" she cried. "He has not asked me yet!" "But Virgil's mother asked me," said Cely's mother. And so Virgil and Cely found themselves engaged, hardly knowing how it had happened. They had not yet told each other what was in their hearts, and yet they were engaged. Yesterday they were just friends, now they would soon be married. In the afternoon Virgil and Cely took long walks in the fields. She would ask him for flowers, and he would pick them for her. They were no longer so bashful together and felt as if they had know each other for years. Once Cely asked Virgil jokingly, "If I married somebody else, would you feel sad?" "But that can never happen!" he answered. "We are engaged, aren't we?" "But suppose!" said the girl. "Of course, I would be unhappy, Cely," he replied. He came near her and said, "Cely once you were nothing to me. But now, thought we have only known each other for a month, I truly love you." Virgil's words made Cely very happy. She, too, loved him. The two mothers were also glad that their children showed each other affection. "They will make a good pair," they said. But one day Virgil's mother came to him with a worried look on her face. "Virgil," she said, "your wedding with Cely is off." "Why, mother!" he exclaimed, astonished. "Cely and I have not quarrelled." "No," said the mother, "but we..." She did not finish her sentence, but turned away. Cely was also told by her mother that there would be no wedding. "But mother!" she cried. "Virgil and I did not quarrel!" "No," said her mother, "but we - Virgil's mother and I - did."
Ang kwento ng pagmamahalan nina Virgil at Cely ay isang kwento ng pag-ibig na puno ng pagsubok at sakripisyo. Sa kabila ng mga hamon na kanilang hinarap, nanatili silang matatag sa kanilang pagmamahal sa isa't isa hanggang sa huli. Ito ay isang kwento ng tapang, pananampalataya, at tiyagang nagpapakita ng lakas ng pag-ibig.
Sila Virgil at Cely ay magkasintahan simula pa noong high school. Matagal na nilang pinagtagpo ang kanilang mga puso at dumaan sa maraming pagsubok. Sa huli, tiniyak nila ang kanilang pagmamahalan at naging matibay sa bawat hamon ng buhay.
"In a small town, a young girl discovers a magical key that opens doors to different worlds. As she explores these realms, she learns about courage, friendship, and the power of imagination. When the time comes to return home, she realizes the key was within her all along."
René Maugé de Cely died in 1802.
Cely Campello's birth name is Campello, Clia Benelli.
Cely Campello was born on June 18, 1942, in So Paulo, So Paulo, Brazil.
Cely Campello died on March 4, 2003, in Campinas, So Paulo, Brazil of breast cancer.
summary of the poem sweetest love i do not go