conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Italian, Elsa, Tommasino with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Literary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Voices in the Evening'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Voices in the Evening
  That's the way nowadays, and there is nothing odd about it. Nowadays people go off alone on trips, or climbing, everywhere, a girl and a man. It is the fashion of the times. You can never go against the times.'
  But Gemmina in her bathwrap on a stool in the bathroom was in tears. For they had spent the night side by side, she and Nebbia, on a hand's breadth of rock and he had not even given her a kiss.
  Her people saw her come to the table, her eyes all swollen with weeping, and believed that she was suffering from shock through fright and weariness.
  Nebbia sometimes came to supper with them. He would discuss affairs at the works with Old Balotta and was always contradicting him; for Nebbia never took advice from anyone in the world. Soon after, Balotta would go to bed, being accustomed to turning in early; and Nebbia remained with Gemmina and Signora Cecilia while they worked at their knitting. But he too, little by little, fell asleep with his long red face on the back of the arm-chair and his big mouth occasionally smiling in his slumbers.
  Gemmina would go with him to the garden gate, and he jumped on his bicycle and went off in the direction of the Hotel Concordia, where he lodged.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Catè cried. She touched everything, the rock, the trees around it and the clump of bushes where they found his hat. She looked and touched and wept.
  She had not wanted to see Gemmina or Purilla. So they came back by the roadway, avoiding going by La Casetta, and passed by the shrubbery, of the Villa Rondine.
  However, she took her to her house, and made her lie down on a bed, and gave her a hot-water bottle and some aspirin.
  She wanted to take her to the stables to see the horse before she went away. But Catè knew little about horses. However, she looked at it and smiled, being anxious to please, and said its coat was a good colour. She touched its tail with one finger. But the horse started, and kicked, and she was frightened.
  Meanwhile Vincenzino had come for her, so she washed her face and said good-bye to Raffaella and went off with Vincenzino by the path which leads to Casa Mercanti.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She said, 'If we go to live at Cignano, I shall have Olga's company, Nino Converses daughter. I saw her the other day in the piazza, and she told me she will be very glad if we come. She has a girl of your age, she could play tennis. She does play, I think. And there is a boy, as well.
  She said, 'As for our house here, I should let it. We shall certainly have to sell the dining-room suite, which takes up too much room. I am sorry about that, because it was my papa's.'
  She said, 'However, I should always send for the meat here, once a week. It is much cheaper here. If I dispose of the dining-room suite, I shall buy a refrigerator. Giuliana has one, and they are very pleased with it.'
  She said, 'However, butter and cheese are better at Cignano. They make those round cheeses, small round pieces salted. They are delicious.'
  She said, 'l wonder if there will be fitted wardrobes. I wonder if there is a place for my chest of drawers.