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Storia comparata degli usi nuziali in Italia e presso gli altri popoli indo-europei by Angelo De Gubernatis
Come sono vestiti gli sposi.
Il lucido giorno arriva; gli sposi sono pronti a mettersi in via; prima che essi muovano e ci occupino altrimenti, osserviamone le foggie del vestire. Esse vogliono apparire solenni; ove la povertà tolga di spendere in pompose vesti, è lecito, per tal giorno, pigliarne ad imprestito, come sappiamo che avveniva alle antiche spose veneziane; ?esse non arrossivano, scrive la signora Renier Michel[287], di prendere in prestanza, per quel dì, li fregi, e sino la corona d'oro che lor venìa posta in cima al capo, qual segnale di nuove spose. Il Governo avea cura di abbigliare in pari modo quelle che venivano dotate dal pubblico; ma, finita la festa, dovevano esse restituire tutti gli ornamenti, non ritenendo per sè che la dote.?
Incominciamo dal capo della sposa; come si pettinasse solennemente presso i Romani e nell'India e si pettini fra gli Albanesi ed in Russia, abbiamo sopra veduto. Accennammo pure di sopra alla keza o cuffia o berretta delle Albanesi. La cuffia è simbolo delle donne maritate; nella Piccola Russia, quando una ragazza si è lasciata sedurre, le compagne le mettono per forza sul capo il fazzoletto a mo' di cuffia, come le donne maritate lo portano. In Germania[288], le donne maritate mettono alla sposa una cuffia, con nastro di seta rosa, mentre le non maritate cercano impedirlo. In Piemonte[289] la nuova sposa porta una cuffia a piume, in Corsica una cuffia bianca arricciata[290], a Castelnuovo Magra in Lunigiana una rete di seta rossa[291] con nappe rosse pendenti, e sopra la rete, da una parte, un piccolissimo e grazioso cappellino di paglia, dall'altra ricche ciocche di fiori, particolarmente garofani. Talora, oltre la cuffia, occorre ancora un fazzoletto o un velo, come presso le spose albanesi e le c?rse[292]; talora il velo solo, talora il velo e la corona. Ma al velo ed alla corona nuziale dovremo concedere più oltre un paio di capitoletti distinti. Onde, per finire quello ch'io so intorno alla testa della sposa, aggiungerò qui ancora come, in alcune parti del Trentino, le fanciulle portino sul capo una fogliolina verde, simbolo evidente di verginità, la quale perdono il dì delle nozze, in cui s'intrecciano ai capelli della sposa fiori finti.
Intorno al collo portano in Germania un filo rosso, che può ricordar forse il nastro rosso e nero di lana delle spose indiane[293]. Rosso è, per lo più, il fazzoletto che le spose piemontesi portano intorno al collo, e la collana de' così detti dorini (che sono ghiandette d'oro, vuoto o pieno, a più o meno giri, secondo la dote della sposa) onde esse medesime fanno la loro massima pompa, e le granate con fermaglio d'oro che ricingono il collo delle spose di Castelnuovo Magra in Lunigiana, contengono forse il medesimo simbolo, presagio più facile ad indovinarsi dal lettore che a dichiararsi da me.
La veste della sposa, secondo l'uso antico, è per lo più bianca; e l'uso si mantiene quasi universalmente presso i popoli indo-europei. Accenno come una singolarità la consuetudine di Ortonuovo in Lunigiana, ove la sposa porta una gonnella di panno nero con busto guernito di rosso allacciato sul davanti con una stringa rossa. Vuolsi poi notare come in Italia, dopo l'invenzione della seta, la vanità delle spose del contado faccia loro spesso preferire all'antica veste nuziale bianca (l'alba tunica romana), una veste di seta o nera od a vivi colori.
Intorno alla vita vedemmo già usarsi dalle spose un nastro, o cintura, per lo più di color rosso; un tal nastro portano pure gli sposi nel Trentino, legato al braccio.
Sul grembo, spesso in Italia, il grembiale; le calze, ora bianche, ora rosse; le scarpe ora rosse addirittura, ora legate con nastri di seta scarlatta.
Nell'India, vestendosi la sposa, si diceva: ?le dee, che questo (abito) hanno filato, tessuto e disteso e piegatine intorno i lembi, ti vestano fino alla vecchiaia. Vivendo a lungo, vestiti di questo. Con quell'attrattiva che è ne' dadi e nelle bevande spiritose, con quell'attrattiva che si trova ne' figli, con quell'attrattiva che ha una coscia ignuda, con quella, o A?vin, ornatela. Così noi orniamo allo sposo suo questa sposa; la rallegrino di figli Indra, Agni, Varuna, Bhaga, Soma.?
L'attenzione si fermò assai meno sopra gli abiti dello sposo; pure si può notare che trionfa anche in essi il color rosso, per lo stesso simbolo che di sopra ho accennato. Attorno al cappello, al braccio, alla vita, alle calze, alle scarpe splendono nastri rossi; ama i fiori anche lo sposo, ed ove usano le ghirlande o le corone, s'inghirlanda o s'incorona; ed ove usa il velo ei si lascia velare.
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Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”