Miracle of Marcellino (Marcellino)

Welcome Ladies and gentlemen

This monastery is commonly known as Marcellino's Monastery,

Because there was a little boy lived here named "Marcellino".

His story has been passed down, through generations to this very day.

Inside the monastery you may purchase booklets of his story,

written in many languages.

And including pictures too.

Be Careful, They're Fragile.

- How much? - 5000 Lira.

It would make a beautiful souvenir.

- What are you doing? - Children come on let's go!

- What is that? - It's a book about Marcellino.

It tells his story.

You don't need that, they tell us his story now.

This is where my story begins.

In the year 1600...I Don't remember the exact year.

But I do remember that, there was a war going on like so many wars.

In that time the monks came out from the monastery to bring comfort to the people.

Oh God, my god, I look for you. My soul is thirsty for you.

My flesh longs for you like a deserted land without water.

- Have faith man, God will help.

Let's absolve the dead brothers.

I absolve you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Father, I'm only wounded.

Well then keep your blessing untill you really die.

It happens to us all sooner or later.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, courage brothers.

May God protect you brothers.

Pray for us, Father!

Do you hear that?

Wait ..wait!

There! There!

But that's impossible.

And this is me.

Do you see where the baby is? ...under the cabbages!

- Pick him up! - No you pick him up!

- I fear harming him. - me either.

Well we can't just leave him here.

- But what about it's parents? - I don't know.

What do we do under these circumstances?

We can't leave him here.

Let's pick him, Take the feet, I'll grab the head.

Yes, yes! Careful now!

- Slowly...slowly,...gently... - Hello, brothers!

What are you doing?

- We found this child here! - A baby!

- You've never seen a baby before? - In a cabbage patch? Certainly not!

Neither have I.

He was left here all alone. ...what should we do with him?

Give him to me! Give him to me. Children like me a lot.

Ah, beautiful!

Let's see if the can find the parents of this baby .

- How beautiful! - Let's take him to the monastery.

- See...he doesn't cry with me. - Brothers, come and see!

It is not true that a small baby can't understand anything.

He understands, he just doesn't know how to speak.

The reason I stopped crying, was that suddenly I felt calm.

The reason I was calm was that Brother Giocondo held me tight,

and it made me feel secure and comfortable.

Open! ...Open the door, Brother! Open the door, Brother door keeper!

Ah, did he frighten you? Excuse him.

- Look! what we brought to you! - Why are you shouting? .. I'm not deaf.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Look at him! - What's this?

Isn't beautiful?

Ah, he's so beautiful! Let's go...

Who is that child? Can you tell me where that child comes from?

- He doesn't have a father or a mother. - Are you certain?

We asked everyone we met. He was abandoned behind a destroyed house.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Tomorrow we'll begin the search again. Ask around, investigate.

If we were sure of his parents death,

we will have to find an honest man and woman capable of raising him

to be his father and his mother.

He is very beautiful, you see how he likes me?!

- What's happening? Look at that! - We found him behind destroyed house.

- How sweet! - He's smiling!

Be careful.

The first thing I remember seeing were the faces of all the monks.

Some were happy and some were not.

Most of them had beards.

Their hair looks like knotted bowel.

Wait! If he's not a male, I can't let him in!

- It's the rule! - Now what do we do?

Giocondo, tell me.. male or female?

- Well, I'm not sure! - It's true, he's right.

It's our rules, let's make sure!

Ok!

What should we do?

Look! He is a male! Then, he can enter!

Let's see if we can feed him something.

Come on, take this. Ah, open up your mouth.

Let me try, Children like me.

- Here we are... See? See? - Look!

- Drink, little fellow. - He's drinking!

The milk was little salty,

but I drank it anyway, even though it didn't taste very good.

- He liked it. - He's taking it.

Ah, yes!

Peace and good will, brother.

- what? - I want to see him?

No, He just ate.

Who's that?

My God! He's a little child. Look how small he is!

I would like to see him, put him here.

Alright, I'll let you seem him, but be careful not to scare him.

Gently...Gently.

Ah! look at those eyes!

- Oh, look at those eye! - We should go.

Let me hold him, just once!

I might go to paradise tomorrow.

He's so beautiful, Isn't he?

Even I,one day, I was small like that.

Now, I'm so tired... I'm so old and sick!

Act by faith, and do what's better for the baby.

Two heads can think better than one.

And remember, you must choose very carefully the people,

who we will leave the child with.

Our Lord has entrusted us.

We have to watch over and decide for this baby.

Give him to Brother "Tadio" .

If we didn't find anybody, We can take him to the convent of nuns .

They are women and perhaps they can handle raising a baby better than us.

- Let's go, Peace and good. - Peace and good.

May God assist you.

Brother Giocondo cried because I was leaving.

I cried, too.

I had made friends and now I had to leave.

Take this.

I'd like to send some flour back to your monastery as a homage.

You see, I'm quite in your debt.

As long as I'm under your protection, nothing bad can happen.

You remember last year?

When That lightning struck last year.

Well, instead of striking my house, by God's will, it hit my brother-in-law.

It killed him, but he was very sick anyway.

- Can we go? - Of course, ...come with me.

Here is my Rosa Milk comes out from all her sides.

Don't be embarrassed, Rosa, they're monks!

Permit the monks' child to drink alittle, alright?

- But why? - Just do as I tell you.

Fine, ...let me.

What a beautiful baby! Who is his father?

He has no father or mother.

- God sent him..and made us find him. - under a cabbage.

- Under a cabbage! - Stop that silliness right now!

Leave and go right to work, you lazy good-for-nothings!

I don't help lazy.

All my boys work, even my three year old!

I only take males, I make them work with lashing.

Females go to convent.

The one you have is male, Right?

- come on give him milk. - Yes, yes.

No, no, no, no! She's a girl! She's a girl!

- A girl? Are you sure? - Our mistake... Very sorry.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Peace and good will.

Don't escape!

- Hurry up, Brother, and thank the Lord! - God be blessed!

I was happy that, I got out of that place.

If I could speak, I would have told them that it's useless to try to get rid of me.

Because, what I really wanted was to stay with them.

If only I could tell them, but I didn't know how to speak.

Forgive us, Sisters, we look for a good mother for this baby.

He needs mother's milk, something we can't provide ourselves.

Yes, it's impossible for us to find woman's milk in convent of friars.

- With God's help... - What you're trying to say?

- We thought that ... - We could give mother milk?

- Yes. - What are you suggesting?

- We're nuns! - You mustn't be upset sisters!

But we have seen a lot of women here.

At least one of you could give him mother milk.

No! We're pure, virgins, and immaculate.

Come along, Sisters, let us pray.

Holy Mary, Mother of God

Who wants this beautiful baby?

- Who wants this beautiful baby? - No, no!

- Who wants him? - Be quiet! Don't say that!

We're looking for the mother of this child.

Or, even the father.

Or some relative who could love him. - Someone's coming!

She looks like a real mother. She'll take him away.

so.

Look well at this little child.

- Yes, I see him! - Is he yours?

- No. - Are you certain?

Perhaps you are mistaken.

I thought perhaps, he might be one of my sister's sons.

Good day.

If it was her sister's, she would have said so.

Here comes another one!

Come and examine this baby, and ... and see if perhaps he's one of yours.

How much you want for him?

- This child is not for sale. - You insult us!

We are looking for someone good and kind, a real father of family.

Alright, let's leave.

Alright, No one recognizes him anyway.

Let's take you back.

You see! We returned triumphan.

We arrived early morning. we were under so much pressure.