Chapter 281 Three Grantaires are starting to feel dark

The location was indeed very cleverly chosen.The intersection is wide, the street is narrow, and the end of the street is like a dead end. Collins controls the throat. is wide open.The drunken Bossuet looked as much as the hungry Hannibal. After the gang rushed in, the people on the whole street panicked.Not a single passer-by did not avoid it.In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the street, the right side of the street, the left side of the street, shops, shop fronts, alley fences, windows, panel curtains, attics, large and small windows, from the ground to the roof are all closed.A terrified old woman hung a thick mattress out of the window, tied to two laundry poles, to keep out stray bullets.Only the hotel was open, because the gang had already gone in. "O my God! O my God!" said Madam Huchereau, with a sigh.

Bossuet went downstairs to Courfeyrac. Joly stayed at the window and called out: "Courfeyrac, you should take an umbrella. You're going to catch a cold again." At the same time, within a few minutes, 20 iron bars from the iron gate of the hotel were removed, and the stones on the twenty-meter-long street were also dug away.When Gavroche and Bahoret saw the cart of a lime merchant named Ansor passing by, carrying three buckets full of lime, they stopped the cart, overturned it, and placed the lime on the stones. below.Enjolras opened the slab door of the cellar, and all the empty casks of the widow Hucheroup were taken to prop up the lime casks; and Feuilly, to secure them and the carriage, used his ten customary Delicately fanned and colored by fingers, two high piles of pebbles were piled up beside the barrel and cart.Pebbles and other things were collected improvised, and no one knew where.A number of support posts were removed from the façade of a neighboring house and used to cover the face of the barrel.When Bossuet and Courfeyrac returned, half the street was blocked by a fortress as tall as a man.Nothing builds everything built to destroy like the hands of the masses.

Matlot and Gibblot also joined the group.Gibblot carried limestone to and fro.She contributed her laziness to the barricades.She handed the paving stones to everyone, just as she usually does when passing wine bottles to guests, sleepy-eyed. A stagecoach passed by two white horses. Seeing this, Bossuet ran forward over the stones, told the coachman to stop, let all the passengers get off, helped the "ladies" out of the car, dismissed the conductor, took the reins, and put the car and The horses were brought back together.He said: "The stagecoaches don't pass by the Corinthian gate."

A moment later, the two unloaded horses slipped away from the intersection of the Rue de Montedou, and the coach, overturned beside the barricade, completed the blockage of that street. Madame Hucheroup, distraught, hid upstairs. Her eyes were blurred, she couldn't see anything, and she kept crying in a low voice.But the terrible scream dared not come out of his throat. "It's the end of the world," she muttered. Joly kissed the wrinkled skin of Mother Shloo's thick red neck, and said to Grantaire: "My dear, I thought women's necks were always extremely delicate."

But Grantaire is now entering the climax of Dionysus.When Matlot came back upstairs, Grantaire had hugged her around the waist and was still laughing wildly by the window. "Matlot is ugly!" he cried. "You never dreamed that Matlot was so ugly! Matlot was a monster. The secret of her birth was this: a man who shaped the roof of the cathedral The Goth with the head of the glutton on the roof of the gutter, one morning, like Pygmalion, suddenly fell in love with the most terrible of those statues. He begged the god of love to give it life. The glutton became Matt. Lot. Citizens, behold! Her hair is the same color of lead chromate as Titian's mistress. She is a good-hearted girl. I assure you, she can fight bravely. Every good girl has a A hero's heart. Aunt Hucheloo is also a strong woman. Look at her beard! It is inherited from her husband. An Usa female soldier, there is nothing wrong! She must be brave enough to fight With the two of them, the suburbs will surely be shaken. Comrades, we will overthrow this government. It is certain, as certain as there are fifteen intermediate acids between fatty acids and formic acids. These things I have nothing to do with it. Gentlemen, my father has always disliked me because I don't know mathematics. I only know love and freedom. I am a good boy Grantaire! I have never had money and never had change I am used to it, so I have never been short of money, but if I had money, there would be no poor people in the world! That would be visible to everyone! Oh! If good hearts have big wallets, it would be a shame! Well! I have often wondered how much good Jesus Christ would have done if he had been as rich as Rothschild! Embrace me, Materot! You are affectionate and shy! You have the gift of sisters kissing Cheeks, with lips that beg for a lover's kiss!"

"Stop it, cask!" said Courfeyrac. Grantaire replied: "I am the Merry Prefect! I am the Master of Pinhua!" Enjolras, rifle in hand, raised his handsome and stately head, erect on the top of the barricade.We know that Enjolras was a Spartan and a Puritan.He could have died at Thermopylae with Leonidas, or he could have burned Drogheda with Cromwell. "Grantaire," he yelled, "go away and get drunk somewhere else. This is a place to die, not a place to get drunk. Don't disgrace the barricades here!" Those angry words had a strange effect on Grantaire.He seemed to have someone pour a glass of cold water on his face, and he suddenly came to himself.He sat down by the window, resting his elbows on a table, looked at Enjolras with an air of indescribable kindness, and said to him:

"You know I trust you." "Go away." "Let me sleep here." "Go to sleep elsewhere," Enjolras cried. But Grantaire kept looking at him with gentle, awkward eyes, and replied: "Let me sleep here...until I die here." Enjolras evaluates him with contempt: "Grantaire, you can't do anything, belief, thought, will, life, death, you can't do anything." Grantaire replied in a serious voice: "Just wait and see." He also stammered a few words that he couldn't understand, and then he fell headlong on the table, which is the second stage of drunkenness, which is a common phenomenon, and Enjolras suddenly sent him to this stage, After a while, he fell asleep.