About Italy, you can talk endlessly. About a huge, boundless world. About stars, dark nights, stars shining from the depths of the sky. About evergreen forests, vineyards, olives, and oranges. And you can talk endlessly about the people of Italy too—about workers, peasants, fishermen—and, of course, about the women: beautiful and strict, cheerful and lovely; dancing the tarantella with inspiration; and, of course, about the children “who will live better than we,” as Maxim Gorky said—being in love with Italy, he wrote these magnificent fairy tales.