"It's late," he thought, "they surely won't spend the whole night outdoors! They'll come to an end of their billing and cooing." But the two were not billing or cooing: they were quarreling. And when lovers start to quarrel there's no telling how long it will go on.
It takes a lot of time when two people, who are in love, start arguing. A lot of mud comes out and for the person, who is just looking at it, it may seem that it will last forever because these two seem to enjoy the process. When lovers are together for a long time, they may get tired from each other and on this ground may appear different kinds of conflicts and the word “compromise” is a complete nonsense. When Marcovaldo saw these two quarreling, all his dreams about quiet and calm night on the bench were shattered because he knew that it may never end so he didn’t have any other way out but to listen to these two because it became really interesting for him how it will end.
The sun blazed, the sand burned, and Marcovaldo, dripping sweat under his paper hat, felt, as he lay there motionless, enduring the baking, the sense of satisfaction produced by painful treatments or nasty medicines, when you think: "The worse it is, the more good it's doing me."
This phrase is a kind of self-deceit when one doesn’t want to acknowledge that one made a mistake and the one is not the smartest guy in the town. Of course, it is always hard to acknowledge that, especially when a lot of time and efforts are spent, like in case when Marcovaldo decided that the best way to cure his rheumatic aches was to dig into the sand and spend there all day (the last one wasn’t actually his decision, his sons just left him there alone so he didn’t have other way out). This situation is one of those cases when “the worse I fell now the better I’ll fell later” is not working.
The realization that his life would know no other setting beyond trams, traffic-lights, rooms in the half-basement, gas stoves, drying laundry, warehouses and shipping rooms, made the film's splendor fade for him to a worn and gray sadness.
Marcovaldo was indeed a child of nature. But he stuck in concrete jungle of big city and he was meant to live there and suffer for the rest of his life. Each his day was very like another: the same way to work, the same people he met, the same poverty and the same food. He dreamed about life somewhere where he can enjoy the beauty of the nature and admire his thoughts, he never missed any leave or little animal, he saw in the city because they were representative of nature. In these moments he was really happy, like a child (stories about mushrooms, woodcock, rabbit…). But later came the realization that these rare events will not change anything in his life and he became sad and morrow again. Marcovaldo is embodiment of a man who longs for freedom but never reaches it.
You would have said that, the moment human beings had deserted the city, it had fallen prey to inhabitants hidden till yesterday, who now gained the upper hand
Indeed, if one is lonely, one becomes a light prey for those people who are stronger, or just cannier. Marcovaldo, being naïve dreamer who always flies in the clouds was cheated and had trouble many times. He is too kind to think about other people bad, he is also too busy thinking over about some very important (as for him) things like plant, rabbit, mushrooms and so on. He could miss his bus stop an get lost or someone could cheat him, he often had troubles on work, but he didn’t care of it and, unfortunately, never learned. He is too good guy to live like other people.
