Chapter 12 Memories

When the night came to Cornwall and that day eventually was over Rosie was lying in her bad pondering. The sight of those wooden crosses at the cemetery again appeared in her mind. The war... The dreadful ruthless war... How much had it taken from people? And to it as if mocking everything a chorus from Mozart's opera started resounding: "Bella vita militar..." Oh yes! The life of soldiers is wonderful and especially for those who lay in the churchyard. How she was glad that it was peace at last and no Bonapartes were going to ruin it. In her mind Rosie began remembering different episodes of those times when she was learning at school. She and other girls were locked away from the outside world. What disasters were happening they could learn only from teachers and news that came sometimes but those were smoothed so that not to worry gentle young maids much. And yet there were held some events dedicated to warriors' bravery and which were encouraging to keep calm and wait