In a place in La Mancha, whose name I do not want to remember, there is not much time lived by a hidalgo of the speech in shipyard, ancient Adarga, Rocín Flaco and Galgo Corredor. A pot of something more cow than ram, splash the most nights, duels and broken on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays, some addict dove on Sundays, commumed the three parts of their hacienda. The rest of the Sayo de Velarte, hairy shines for the holidays, with their Pantuflos de los Mesmo, and the days of Entresemana was honored with his finest speedy.
by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
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In a region of La Mancha, not worthy of remembrance, there lived a hidalgo, a man of noble status, who had an old horse named Rocín Flaco and a greyhound called Galgo Corredor. His life was simple and centered on his modest means, consisting mostly of meals like lentils and the occasional hard-fought meal on other days. His lifestyle reflected a mix of rural customs and a frugal existence, with a few special articles reserved for festive occasions.

This brief glimpse into the life of the hidalgo reveals the essence of a character rooted in humility yet marked by the honor of his past. The mention of a pot filled with more cow than ram points to a life of scarcity, where simplicity and tradition govern daily living. The regular presence of duels and special meals on certain days suggest a society still attached to chivalric values, framing the setting for the adventures that follow in "Don Quijote de la Mancha."

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