From bourgeois to courtesan

My dear Doña Encarnación: I already know that those from Pinto said to their friends that those of Covachuelón would not go to the parties for lack of possibilities or for lack of love for rejoicing, as my Juan says that is called; Don’t be the least bit of a case, because we’ve already taken care of the hats, the kind that look like men’s hats, which are the latest fashion, according to the dressmaker, who is from Paris, France, as it were; because although she was not born there nor did she see it with her own eyes, her husband is a pure Parisian race: just imagine! We will go, and three more, which, to save you the inconvenience of looking for a house and others, we will go straight to yours, and thus you save yourself the inconvenience of having to get along with innkeepers and housekeepers. that these days they will take out the guts of bad year and will ask for a room an eye of the face. Attached I am sending you the list of the cute and trinkets that my eldest daughter wants you to have bought for her for the same day we arrive; because all its itch is that of a hundred languages ​​it takes it for a Madrilenian; because being provincial is very cheesy, you see; And although I tell her that what is inherited is not stolen, and that comes from the breed to the greyhound … and that a Covachuelón, which descends from a hundred Covachuelones, even if it is with the mountain air, can have them stiff, in good tone and chicq ( sic ) with the most encumbered courtesan , which can be the daughter of anyone; I say that, despite this, the girl wants you to have these things ready for her; And it is not that here there are no gloves of those that reach to the shoulders, because the dressmaker who has a husband from Paris also sells them; But what do you want? These girls of the day are lost for not being from their land. And look in confidence, Dona Encarnacion, and here inside, as the French say, the girl is in a state of merit, and here they are all pelagatos; there are no proportions; Who knows if one of those gentlemen in the square, of whom the newspapers talk so much, will fall in love with my girl? In that case, we would stay to live in Madrid, which is what I tell Juan; but my Juan is so stubborn, that he does not want to abandon this humble destiny, unworthy of a Covachuelón, because they say it is safe, and pig hands. As if we did not know the world, Dona Encarnacion, and we did not know that that of hazards is common to all destinations, provided there is good will! I, to tell the truth, do not know what those gentlemen in the square are; but without a doubt they will be compliments of gentlemen who beat the gold, or at least the bushels of wheat, which is all to beat. Other than this, my Juan, the Minister has offered him towers and heaps; But eyes that do not see … and thus holding him close and leaving him neither in the sun nor in the shade, you will see how a promotion is achieved, what a good need we do, because with this very modest salary and all the hands that Juan wants, no one can live: and if not, now it is seen, what is a disgrace, that to undertake a trip to the Court, with a reduction in price and all, the family of a Covachuelón is forced to sell the silver cutlery and some jewels of the Covachuelones that were. Tell them, tell them to the Pinto women (without telling them about the cutlery), how much the Covachuelón people are doing and can on wings or for the sake (I never say this word well) of their love of institutions. The rumor has spread here that because of Moyano there were no more parties; what is that man, who they say is very ugly, and they prove it, had watered the function; but we have not believed it, because it is impossible. God cannot allow my daughter to be left without her gentleman in the square, because that would be like staying in the street; Nor is my husband to rot and rot in this dark corner; The Covachuelones sting higher, and God will dawn and we will thrive: because the ill will of the Pinto women will do little against the high scrutiny of Providence, which loudly calls those of Covachuelón to the Court. Say for me to Mr. Don Juan, your husband (what a difference between the two Juanes! You are so docile, so rich and such a friend of his business), then tell him to find me without loss of time a ballot for all pair God cannot allow my daughter to be left without her gentleman in the square, because that would be like staying in the street; Nor is my husband to rot and rot in this dark corner; The Covachuelones sting higher, and God will dawn and we will thrive: because the ill will of the Pinto women will do little against the high scrutiny of Providence, which loudly calls those of Covachuelón to the Court. Say for me to Mr. Don Juan, your husband (what a difference between the two Juanes! You are so docile, so rich and such a friend of his business), then tell him to find me without loss of time a ballot for all pair God cannot allow my daughter to be left without her gentleman in the square, because that would be like staying in the street; Nor is my husband to rot and rot in this dark corner; The Covachuelones sting higher, and God will dawn and we will thrive: because the ill will of the Pinto women will do little against the high scrutiny of Providence, which loudly calls those of Covachuelón to the Court. Say for me to Mr. Don Juan, your husband (what a difference between the two Juanes! You are so docile, so rich and such a friend of his business), then tell him to find me without loss of time a ballot for all pair because the ill will of the Pinto women will do little against the high scrutiny of Providence, which calls the Covachuelón people to the Court at all voices. Say for me to Mr. Don Juan, your husband (what a difference between the two Juanes! You are so docile, so rich and such a friend of his business), then tell him to find me without loss of time a ballot for all pair because the ill will of the Pinto women will do little against the high scrutiny of Providence, which calls the Covachuelón people to the Court at all voices. Say for me to Mr. Don Juan, your husband (what a difference between the two Juanes! You are so docile, so rich and such a friend of his business), then tell him to find me without loss of time a ballot for all pairtes: we want to see everything, what is called everything, because what are we doing? It is not a matter of selling one of the cutlery and then turning around leaving something to be seen. I have read in La Época that the provincials would be late to get a ballot: what does she know! The Epoch ; as if those perdular gacetilleros, who are the downfall of the country, had to be before us, who serve the country and the institutions from a corner of Spain, with zeal, intelligence and loyalty, as the liberals themselves said when they laid off to my husband. It would be fair to say that Mrs. Covachuelón and her daughter ran out of a ticket to see everything reserved and everything not reserved!

We have to see everything: you tell don Juan like this: I don’t discount anything.

Oh, who was a countess, my friend! But God made us less, and like Juan, mine, walk upright and on one foot, and do what I tell him, who knows where we can go, and if the day will come when I see him made a Caballero en Plaza, a title that sounds like pearls to me, and that I can’t get out of my imagination! I don’t tire anymore; keep yourself good and don’t forget the errands. Your lifelong friend who wants to hug you soon,

Purification of the Covachuelón Finches.

PS I warn you that Juan is dying for snails, and you will be pleasantly surprised if you introduce them to lunch the day we arrive. I guess you guys will wait for us with the servants, because we will carry a lot of luggage, and those string boys mistake one for a hick and ask for a meaning. Hers,

Purification.

Another PS I warn you that in the camisoles and handkerchiefs that I ordered the other day for Juan, these letters must be written: P. Juan, which does not mean Father Juan, but that Juan is Purificación’s husband, as you know . A Covachuelón could not put simple initials on their shirts like anyone else. Expressions to your Juan from you.

Pure

Pajares, 1st February.

My dear Visitation: When it reaches your hands, your poor Pura, your good friend, will be buried alive, with I don’t know how many kilometers of snow on her head. The biggest snowfall of the century has caught us in the middle of the port, and we cannot go back or reach our blessed town, from which I wish we had never left. The mail is carried by pedestrians; I have offered the gold and the Moor so that a pedestrian would pass me, and that they would weigh me in the stall, to arrive at my destination as a certificate, it will cost the stamps it will cost: impossible! I was forced to give up my project, and here you have me lost on the road as a letter from Posada Herrera. My Juan, that good man, does nothing but kick on the ground, blow his hands and exclaim from time to time: badDita be my luck! Calzonazos! As if he were not the cause of all our ills! Imagine, you, Visit, that the first thing Juan does as soon as we get to Madrid is to catch pneumonia. It is true that for more than twenty-four hours he concealed it so that I would not be uncomfortable and could see the festivities; but good celebrations God give you! I wanted to be everywhere at the same time, as is natural in such cases; for this it is necessary to run a lot; Well, nothing, Juan did not give way; that this hurt him, that the other thing hurt him, and he didn’t shake. We take a car for the three of us, the coachman grumbles and says I don’t know what rude words about whether I was bulging for four, and Juan … what do you think! did not break anything.

That hulk is set in motion and at four steps the horse … falls dead. Juan was furious because I blamed him; fight you with a man like that; Anyway, we go back home, and Dona Encarnacion, with an officiousness that gives me a bad feeling, declares that Juan is sick and that he should go to bed; and he goes to bed, and the doctor comes, and says that my husband has pneumonia. You see how they all conspired against me. Goodbye visits to the Minister, goodbye promotion, goodbye staying in Madrid! Add to this that Dona Encarnacion, who is a very presumptuous ham, had not bought more than eyesore for my daughter, all corny and fashionable from the year eight. Purita kicked and blamed her father, who is indeed the one who brings us into these bad steps of being provincial and having to be guided by the envious people of Madrid. We asked Don Juan for tickets: if you want!he had been able to achieve, and that which he threatened with the resignation of his destiny, but he did not resign: what was he to resign, if these bureaucrats in Madrid do not know what dignity is! But you will say, and rightly so: why would your Juan need no one to beg for money for his wife? It’s true, and in that you speak like a Saint Teresa; But Juan, nothing, in his bed, complain that you will complain, preparing to die well and without thinking about bills, or gentlemen in the market, or promotions, or all that which brought me to court at bad times. In short, Visit, we have seen nothing, except the illuminations, which brave illuminations were; and there was the case of the Covachuelón family walking without a head (because the head had a bad lung), of walking through those squares and streets of God, like any other, like some fools, rubbing shoulders with the mob and having to leave the sidewalk to those who took her, even if they were the executioner’s children. Here the classes are not respected, nor the ancestry, and neither the parchments nor the category know one in the face. Do not think that the noise was as great as they say, and I can assure you that I did not scream long live, because this is not the way to treat people. Do you remember that Don Casimiro whom we removed a deputy by the hair, and thanks to stalls and sausages of the confiscated? Well, be amazed! Don Casimiro, who had a package of tickets for everywhere, passed by us without greeting us, in a very elegant car, I don’t know where that pelagatos got it. And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you Here the classes are not respected, nor the ancestry, and neither the parchments nor the category know one in the face. Do not think that the noise was as great as they say, and I can assure you that I did not scream long live, because this is not the way to treat people. Do you remember that Don Casimiro whom we removed a deputy by the hair, and thanks to stalls and sausages of the confiscated? Well, be amazed! Don Casimiro, who had a package of tickets for everywhere, passed by us without greeting us, in a very elegant car, I don’t know where that pelagatos got it. And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you Here the classes are not respected, nor the ancestry, and neither the parchments nor the category know one in the face. Do not think that the noise was as great as they say, and I can assure you that I did not scream long live, because this is not the way to treat people. Do you remember that Don Casimiro whom we removed a deputy by the hair, and thanks to stalls and sausages of the confiscated? Well, be amazed! Don Casimiro, who had a package of tickets for everywhere, passed by us without greeting us, in a very elegant car, I don’t know where that pelagatos got it. And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you because this is not the way to treat people. Do you remember that Don Casimiro whom we removed a deputy by the hair, and thanks to stalls and sausages of the confiscated? Well, be amazed! Don Casimiro, who had a package of tickets for everywhere, passed by us without greeting us, in a very elegant car, I don’t know where that pelagatos got it. And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you because this is not the way to treat people. Do you remember that Don Casimiro whom we removed a deputy by the hair, and thanks to stalls and sausages of the confiscated? Well, be amazed! Don Casimiro, who had a package of tickets for everywhere, passed by us without greeting us, in a very elegant car, I don’t know where that pelagatos got it. And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you And they say that the conciliation is taking root and that this will last; Look at you what a conciliatory position is this, or if it bears traces of taking root in such a dilapidated and airborne Ministry! After seeing so much farce and so much impudence, there was nothing left for me to do, and I wanted to return to my land; The same day that Juan’s illness had a crisis, according to the doctor said, I took Juan by the feet, dressed him, covered him, and hid between five blankets: I made the crisis , and we got on the mail train. Juan, docile for the first time in his life, became good on the road, or at least hid the evil; and here we are with the snow around our necks, in a place that has no name on the map; I furious, Purita hopeless to get a proportion, and Juan kicking on the ground, blowing his knuckles and muttering at every step: “Damn my luck!”

If one day I arrive at my little house, and carry out the cutlery, and gather some rooms from Juan’s hands, which he rudely calls pigs, and I put those rooms on the market and get a regular income to throw away … I swear, Visit (so much I hate conciliation), I swear to you that I present the resignation of Juan’s fate and declare myself illegal .