
I was fifteen years old and Dina was about 20. She
offered to help me with my school homework. I went to her house and showed her
my literary compositions and also asked her to help me solve my problems in algebra. Thanks to her precise advice and for her
innate ability to communicate what she knew, I soon became very good at
mathematics. She has always fascinated me, above all, for her young and joyful
conversation. She knew how to laugh and tease us. I admired her and found her
very good-looking, without understanding exactly that her very attractive
personality was but the expression of an intense interior life. She was very
gentle and her artistic soul was revealed when she played brilliantly the works
of the greatest musicians.
Dina never complained when she was asked to play
something and did so immediately. She wanted to please everyone, but was never
proud of her musical talent. Her success
never went to her head.

She was very charitable towards the poor. She would work
day and night to help those who asked for something, even making it with her
own hands. She seemed to understand what misery is and knew how to cure wounds.
She had a good word for everyone, her spirit of service was constant and
without limits.

Dina was very attentive to the needs of others. A
companion tells us: in a musical sketch I had the role of a beggar; I did not
have a dark coat and did not know what to do. Spontaneously Dina lent me hers,
having removed the buttons, something which made it look more miserable.

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