Chapter 32 three four against four

Forty-five years ago, students and girls went to the countryside to play, and it is unimaginable today.The suburbs of Paris are not what they used to be. In the past half a century, what we can call Parisian suburban life has completely changed. Where there used to be rules, today there are trains; Steamboats; people used to talk about St. Cruz as people talk about Fécamp today.Paris in 1862 was already a city with the whole of France as its suburbs. Each of the four lovers enjoyed as much orgies as were available in the country at that time.They began their summer vacation, which was a warm and bright summer day.Beloved was the only one who knew how to write, and she had written to Tholomyers the day before in the names of the four: "It's a pleasure to go out in the morning." So they got up at five o'clock in the morning.Afterwards, they took a public carriage and went to Santa Cruz to see the dry waterfall. Everyone shouted: "It must be beautiful when there is water!" After lunch, I played a game of seven in a row in the five groves by the big pond, boarded Diogenes' lantern, crossed the Sèvres Bridge, and played roulette with macaroons. A lot of flowers, bought some reed flutes in Neuilly, and ate apple dumplings along the way, very happy.

These girls were like a group of bright-eyed birds that had escaped from their cages, chatting and laughing loudly, making endless noises.It's a carnival.They flirt with these young people from time to time.The intoxication of boyhood in a lifetime!Lovely years!The wings of the dragonfly fluttered!ah!No matter who you are, you will never forget it!Have you ever walked through the bushes and parted the leaves for the pretty head that came after you?Sliding down a wet slope after the rain with a smile, a sweetheart holding your hand and shouting, "Yeah! My brand new shoes! What a mess!" Have you ever been like this? experience?

Let us speak at once of the amusing accident, the shower, somewhat of a disappointment to the joyous company of the company, though Beloved had said, in a majestic and motherly tone, on his departure: "Children, the snail was Climb on the road, this is a sign of rain." These four girls are all so beautiful that they are exhilarating.An old poet of the classical school, famous for a while, and a handsome man himself, M. de la Bois Chevalier, was wandering that day in the chestnut grove of Santa Cruz, when he saw them passing there about ten o'clock in the morning. , shouted "It's a pity that there is one more", and he thought of the three goddesses of grace.Blasheville's lover's darling, the twenty-three-year-old eldest sister, runs under the green twigs, jumps mud ditches, and strides wildly over thorns, full of interest, like a young goddess in the field.As for Sephine and Dali, on this occasion they approached each other, set off each other, to show their pride, they kept close to each other, leaning on each other, imitating the attitude of the English; It is said that they are naturally cute.The first few "Women's Fashion Handbook" were published not long ago, and the women gradually lost their work-worried looks, just as the men later imitated Byron. Cartridge.Listorie and Farmey were talking about their teachers, and were telling Fantine the difference between M. Delvencourt and M. Brondoux.

Blasheville seemed born to wear her Delnor shawl for Beloved on Sundays. Tholomyère followed, and was the rear of the party.He also talks and laughs, but everyone always thinks he is the parent.His mirth always had the air of a despot, and his main attire was a pair of Nanjing cloth trousers with elephant legs tied at the soles of his feet with a copper ribbon, and he carried a thick cane cane worth two hundred francs in his hand, and he always did as he pleased. , with a strange thing called a cigar in his mouth.He was so defiant that he dared to smoke. "This Tholomyère is very special," said everyone in awe, "that he wears such trousers! What a boldness he has!"

As for Fantine, she was joy.Her dazzling teeth clearly served a mission from God, the mission of laughing.An exquisite little straw hat with a long white streamer hanging down, she often holds it in her hand, but rarely wears it on her head.A head of fluffy yellow hair, which likes to flutter, is easy to loose, and needs to be tidied up from time to time, as if it was born to hide the shame of the fairy under the hanging willow.Her cherry lips, chattering endlessly, make people enchanted.The corners of her mouth turned up affectionately, like the ancient statues of Ericone, with an air of encouraging liberty; It's like saying "I can't do it, brother".Her adornment had an indescribable harmony and dazzling splendor.She wore a rose-purple woolen gown, a pair of dainty antique shoes with laces interlaced and knotted on the fine white stockings, and a light blouse, the kind of blouse from the Maasai. The newly created style is called "Ganazuo".The other three, as we have already said, were more indulgent, and all bare their breasts, an outfit that, in the summer, looks all the more voluptuous and annoying under a garish hat, but besides that bold decoration, there is a blond hair. Beauty Fantine's "August 15th", which is as thin as a cicada's wings, is faintly visible and concealed, as if it is an original and intriguing glamorous dress.The famous court of love, presided over by the sea-green-eyed Viscountess Seth, might give the costume prize to the demure Fifteenth of August.The most innocent people are sometimes the wisest.This is often the case.

Bright face, beautiful silhouette, deep blue eyes, eyelids like creamy fat, beautiful and upturned feet, wrists and ankles are moderately fat and thin, beautiful and natural, fair skin with blue veins everywhere, cheeks as fresh as a virgin, The neck is as fat as the Juno of Aegina, the nape of the neck looks strong and soft, the shoulders seem to be shaped by Kustu, and there is a moving vortex in the middle that emerges from the light, which is melancholy and charming. Cold as ice, shaped like stone, and beautiful in color, this is Fantine.Beneath that plain garment we can imagine a statue with a soul in its heart.

Fantine was beautiful, but she did not quite know it herself.Occasionally some thoughtful person, silently measuring everything by the standard of perfection, might imagine, in the Parisian splendor of this little working woman, the harmony of ancient sacred music.This girl from the deep valley has roots, and she is beautiful in two respects, charm and restraint.Charm is the ideal image, and tolerance is the ideal movement. We have already said that Fantine is joy, and Fantine is chastity. A spectator, if he studies her carefully, will know that at that age, at that season, at that intoxication of admiration, there is nothing but a modest and unscrupulous expression on her face.Fantine herself was somewhat surprised.This pure wonder is the slightest difference between Psyche and Venus.Fantine's fingers were long and white, like a virgin holding a golden needle to poke the ashes of the holy fire.Although she did not refuse all of Tholomyer's demands (we shall see more clearly on this later on), her countenance, in repose, was still virginal, and sometimes she suddenly showed There is no more strange and moving scene in the world than seeing her joy suddenly disappear, and there is no need to go through an intermediate stage and immediately continue to contemplate.This sudden solemnity, sometimes even stern, is like the contempt of a goddess.Her forehead, nose, and chin are balanced in line (not in proportion), thus constituting the symmetry of her face. At that very special place from the bottom of the nose to the upper lip, she has a vague and indiscernible feeling. The beautiful dimples of the sacs are the mysterious sign of chastity. It is precisely because of this beauty of chastity that the red beard fell in love with the picture of Diana he found while searching for icons.

Well, love is a sin.Fantine, on the other hand, is a chastity floating on faults.