Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Sodre Woods-2

The liquor-seller stopped, and the woman said loudly: "Our original neighbor was Marie-Jeanne, and the servant was Marie-Claude." At this moment, Radu neutrality is reprimanding the soldier: "Shut up, you're frightening the lady. You shouldn't speak foul language in front of women." "For educated people, this is an out-and-out massacre." The soldier retorted, "These people are really strange. The father-in-law was disabled by the lord, the grandfather was sent to hard labor by the priest, and the father was hanged by the king. , but they still fight, damn it, they don't rebel, and they work for lords, priests, and kings!"

The sergeant shouted: "Speaking is not allowed in the team!" "Shut up, Middle-earth," the soldier said again, "but it's not justifiable for such a beautiful woman to die for a priest." "Soldier," Nakagami said, "we're not a shuttle gun club here. Don't be so talkative." Then he turned to the woman and asked: ① On August 10, 1792, the Paris Uprising Commune attacked the Parliament, and the king was "suspended". ③French generals who participated in the August 10 Revolutionary Action. ③Louis XVI was executed on January 21, 1793.

"Where's your husband, ma'am? What's he doing? How's he doing now?" "No more. Killed." "Where?" "Over there by the hedge." "when?" "Three days ago." "Who did it?" "have no idea." "Why, you don't know who killed your husband?" "have no idea." "Is it the blue army? Is it the white army?" "It's a bullet." "Three days ago?" "yes." "In which direction?" "By Erne. My husband is down, that's all."

"After he's dead, what are you doing?" "Lead the child and escape." "Where are you going?" "Go ahead." "Where do you spend the night?" "On the ground." "what to eat?" "No food." The sergeant pursed his lips in military fashion, his mustache touching his nose. "Not eating?" "Find last year's haley plums and mulberries among the brambles, and bilberry seeds and grassy twigs." "Well, it's like saying nothing." The oldest child seemed to understand and said, "I'm hungry."

The sergeant took a loaf of ration bread from his pocket and handed it to his mother.The mother broke it in half and gave it to the children.The two little guys gnawed greedily. "She won't eat a bite herself," muttered the sergeant. "Because she's not hungry," said one soldier. "Because she's the mother," said the sergeant. The children stopped. "I'm thirsty," said a child. "I'm thirsty," said another child. "Is there no brook in this ghost wood?" Middle-earth asked. The female wine seller took off the steel cup hanging from the small bell pin from her belt, turned on the switch of the wooden barrel slung on her body, poured a few drops of wine into the forest, and brought the cup to the children's lips.

The first child drank and made a ghost face. The second child drank and spat it out. "This is something delicious to drink," said the saleswoman. "Is it shochu?" Middle-earth asked. "Yes, fine wine, but they are peasants." Then she wiped the glass. The sergeant asked again: "Is that how you run for your life, madam?" "That's the only way." "Crossing the field as if someone was following you?" "I ran as hard as I could, then I walked, then I fell down." "Poor parishioners!" said the saleswoman.

"People are fighting," the woman stammered, 'there's bullets all around.I don't know what they're up to.My husband was killed and that's all I know. " The sergeant struck the ground with the butt of his rifle and said aloud: "Stupid war! Damn it!" The woman went on to say: "We slept in an emus tree last night." "four people?" "four people." "sleep?" "sleep." "That's sleeping standing up," said the sergeant, and then turning to the soldiers, "Comrades, here's a dead hollow tree that can only hold a man standing upright in it. These savages don't care The tree's name is Emus. What can be done? They can't be Parisians."

"Sleeping in a tree hole!" said the female trafficker, "with three children!" "It's very odd when a child yells and passers-by hear nothing but the tree yelling 'Papa, Mama,'" said the sergeant. "Fortunately it's summer," the woman sighed. She looked at the ground with a look of helplessness, and her eyes showed confusion about the disaster. The soldiers formed a circle around the suffering woman in silence. A widow, three orphans, fugitive, abandoned, lonely, 80,000 roaring wars in all directions, hunger, thirst, eating grass roots, and using the sky as a roof.

The sergeant approached the woman and looked at the nursing baby.The baby let go of the nipple, turned its head slightly, and smiled with its beautiful blue eyes at the beastly, furry, frightening face bent over her. The sergeant straightened up, and a large tear rolled down his cheek like a pearl at the end of his mustache. He raised his voice and said: "Comrades are afraid of all this. I decided that we should adopt these children. Do you agree? Let's adopt these three children." "Long live the Republic!" the soldiers chanted. "Well, it's settled," said the sergeant.

So he stretched his hands over the heads of mother and child: "This is the children of the Red Beanie Camp." The female trafficker jumped up excitedly and shouted: "Three heads under one hat." Then she wept again, kissed the poor widow passionately, and said: "The little guy already looks very naughty." "Long live the Republic!" the soldiers shouted again. The sergeant said to the mother: "Come on, woman citizen." ① A word game full of meaning, expressing the same point of view of three people.This was the dream of people during the Great Revolution. --Original editor's note