Pom Pom: My 80´s when Italo Calvino wrote about me, his true admirer.

Italo Calvino: General Library (Tammi 2012). Italo Calvino applied:

A man walked up the sidewalk in the middle of the street, took a couple of steps backward gaze up at the facing, raised hands torveksi her mouth and screamed towards the upper layers of the house, "Eeva-Maija!"

A man's shadow was afraid, and snuggled up to his feet.

Another man passed by. The man shouted again: "Eeva-Maija!" A man came to the second and said: "You must scream louder, he does not hear otherwise. Let's try together. If I count to three and then begin. "

He declined: "One, two, three." And they cried out together: "Eeva-Maija!"

A small number of a friend, who was returning to the theater or the café, spotted them. "Wait," they said, "we will come to that." They, too, took the middle of the street, and become the first man fell one two three, and they shouted in chorus: "Ee - va-Ma - ija!"

A couple of other passers-by joined them, a quarter of an hour to get a set was already big, almost fifty people a set. And whenever this arrived at this someone new.

Was not very easy to shout at the same time. There was always someone who started too early or too late to quit, but in the end the group to moderate. It agreed that the "Ee" shouted low and long, "va" high and long, "Ma-ija" low and short. It sounded pretty good. At times became a little discord, when someone does not kept pace.

A number of started already sounds pretty when someone is coherent with the sound on the basis of a face full of freckles, asked:

"But are you quite sure that he is at home?"

"I'm certainly not," said the man started.

"Too bad," someone else said. "From you, therefore, forgot the key to your home?"

"No, replied the man started," Yes, I have the key. "

"No," they all wondered, "why do not you go in?"

"I do not live here," replied the man started. "I live on the other side of the country."

"Well, uh, I'm sorry if I'm curious," man with freckles in his sound asked, skeptical, "who lives here then?"

"I just do not know."

That is among the well-liked.

"In that case," said one of the voice belonged to a lot of teeth, "could you tell me why you cry here Eeva-Maija? "

"I'm concerned, we might as well shout for someone else or in another place. Same for me it is."

Reply aroused public resentment.

"Surely you do not like us trying to fool?" man with freckles in his sound asked suspiciously.

"Of course not," said the man started to hurt, and turned to the other in the waiting that they would strengthen his sincerity. But all were silent without realizing what he was seeking. The atmosphere was bothered.

"Well, done this," someone said good-naturedly. "Let's scream, Eeva-Maija once again and let's after all the home. "

And so they repeated once again: "One two three Eeva-Maija!" But it does not sound too good.

Then they split up, each in its own direction.

Started the man had already turned the square, when he thought he heard a voice that cried, "Ee - va - Ma -ija!"

Someone had apparently left to scream. Someone stubborn.