ginevretta

Updated: July 1, 2026

I could never survive you, my father, my kind father!" "Oh! my Ginevra, my own Ginevra!" replied Piombo, whose anger melted under this caress like snow beneath the rays of the sun. "It was time you ceased," said the baroness, in a trembling voice. "Poor mother!" "Ah! Ginevretta! mia bella Ginevra!" And the father played with his daughter as though she were a child of six.

Honoré de Balzac - Vendetta