Chapter 10 Volume 2 In Paris Chapter 1 West Mourdin

The streets and alleys of Paris during this period People live in public.People move their dining tables outside the gate to eat.The women sat on the stone steps in front of the church and sang the Marseillaise while making gauze balls out of old cloth.Both Parc Monceau and the Luxembourg Gardens have become training grounds.At all crossroads there are arsenals busy, making muskets in the presence of passers-by, to applause.People smile with pride.People go to the theater, like Athens during the Peloponnesian War.There are posters on the street: "The Siege of Thionville", "The Mother Who Escaped the Fire", "The Club of the Sansa", "Jeanne the Pope", "The Philosopher of the Soldiers", "The Art of Love in the Village".The German army is approaching the country, and it is said that the King of Prussia has booked a box at the Opera House.Everything is frightening, but no one is afraid.Merlin of Douai has criminally concocted an insidious anti-suspect decree which keeps the guillotine hanging over all heads.After a prosecutor surnamed Serang was exposed, he actually sat at the window playing the flute in his nightgown and slippers, waiting to be taken away.No one seems to have the time.Everyone is in a hurry.Not a single hat was without a knot."We look great in red beanies," the women said. Paris seemed to be moving.Thrift shops are filled with crowns, diadems, blond wooden scepters and fleur-de-lis, old stuff from the royal family.The monarchy is being torn down.

① From 43 BC to 404 BC, the war between Sparta and Athens for the hegemony of Greece. Priests' tunics and bishops' vestments were sold cheaply in second-hand clothes shops.On the outskirts of Porcheron and at the Rambono tavern, men in white surplices and braids, riding on donkeys cloaked in sacrificial robes, went to drink with a casket from a nearby church.In the Rue Saint-Jacques some barefoot pavers stopped the cart of the shoe seller, and they pooled their money to buy fifteen pairs of shoes, which they entrusted to the National Convention to deliver to the soldiers.There are busts of Franklin, Rousseau, Brudot, and Marat everywhere.

Underneath the bust of Marat in the Rue Cloche Perls, there is a text, which is covered under the glass of the black wooden frame, which is Marat's well-founded indictment against Malue, next to these two Sentence: "The above details were provided by Sylvie Bailly's mistress. She was a loyal revolutionary and gave me generous help. Signed: Marat." On the Royal Square, the word Quantheeftuntinusns on the fountain ! ① Covered by two large gouache paintings, one showing the gathering of Caille de Gerville's "scumbags" who exposed Arles at the National Assembly, and the other showing Louis XVI multiplying Returning to Paris from Valais in a magnificent royal carriage, a long wooden plank was tied with a rope under the carriage, and at each end of the wooden plank stood a soldier with a bayonet and a long gun.Very few big stores are open.Small mobile needlework stalls and small knick-knack stalls are pulled by women to walk through the streets and alleys. They are illuminated by candles, and wax oil is dripped on the products.Former nuns in blonde wigs run open-air shops.The woman who darned socks at a small stall was the countess, the seamstress was the marquise, and Madame de City Fry lived in a garret near her house.Newspaper vendors peddled "Newspapers" along the streets.

A person whose neck is hidden under a tie② is called a prickly neck patient.There are so many itinerant singers.The royalist singer Pitu was booed by the crowd, but he was so brave that he was imprisoned twenty-two times and tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal for once slapping his ass and calling it "civic patriotism."When he saw that he might lose his head, he exclaimed: "It is not my head that is guilty, but its opposite!" The judges laughed, and he was saved.This Pitu often laughed at the fashionable Greek and Latin names, and his favorite song was that of a cobbler whose husband was Clljus and wife Cllusdarn.People danced the Carmagnio and no longer sang "Knights and Ladies" but "Citizens and Citizens".People dance in the ruined monastery, with oil lamps on the altar, four candles on the cross-shaped wooden arch, and the tomb below the dance steps.People wore tyrant blue jackets, and pins made of white, blue, and red pooch pinned to Liberty bonnets.The Rue Richelieu was renamed the Rue de Law, the Faubourg Saint-Antoine was renamed the Faubourg Gloria, and a statue of Nature was erected on the Place de la Bastille.People point out to each other certain famous people among the passers-by: Chatelet, Didier, Nicolas and Garnier Delaunay.They always kept vigil at the door of the carpenter Duplet's house.Furlan always followed the prison van to the guillotine, never missing an opportunity, calling it "the Red Mass."Monfrabel, the revolutionary juror and marquis, was called the 10th of August.The cadets of the Military Academy were paraded, and the decree of the National Convention called them "the cadets of the God of war", and the people called them "Robespierre's young squires." ① Latin, can be translated as: inexhaustible.

②It refers to the elegance of the royalists at that time. They were well-dressed and wore a large tie around their necks. ③ Latin, meaning someone, the pronunciation is similar to French Couillon (stupid). --The original editor's note ④ is the same as ③. ⑤ Robespierre lives there. Freylon issued a statement exposing the suspects' "negotiationist" crimes.Royalist dandies gathered in front of the town hall, mocking civil marriages and standing guard where the couples passed, calling them "municipal couples."At Les Invalides, statues of saints and kings wore red beanies.People sat on the boundary stones at the intersection and played cards, and the game of cards was revolutionized. The king became a god, the lady became a god of liberty, the servant became a god of equality, and the ace became a god of law.People plowed the fields in the park and turned the soil with plow bodies in the Tuileries.In addition, a certain haughty distaste for life arose, especially on the part of the underdog.Someone wrote to Fuguier-Tanville: "Please help me to save my life, here is my address." Chansenez was arrested because he shouted at the Royal Palace: "When will the Turkish revolution ? I'd like to see the Ottomans become a republic." Newspapers filled the city.Apprentices in the barber shop braid women's wigs in public, while the boss reads the "Monitor" aloud, and some people gather together to criticize Dubois-Cransey's "Comprehension" or the Narrative. Father Ross's horn.Barbers sometimes sold meat as well, so ham and sausages were seen hanging beside a model head with blond hair.Some vendors sell "exiled aristocratic wine" on the public road L, and one vendor shows off fifty-two kinds of wine.Thrift dealers sell harp-shaped clocks and duchess sofas.A barber's sign read: "Shave for monks, comb for nobles, and dress for the third estate."

① mocking puns.Shaving, combing hair, and grooming can be translated as entanglement, beating, and ridicule respectively. People go to Rue Anjou - the former Rue Concubine - 173 to ask Martin to draw cards and tell their fortunes.There is a shortage of bread, medicine, coal, and soap.Herds of cows came from other provinces and walked on the street.In the Valais mutton sells for fifteen francs a catty.The commune issued a notice, stipulating that each person has a catty of meat every ten days.Lines formed in front of the shops, one of which became a household story, running from a grocery store on Rue Cube to the middle of Rue Montorgueil.The queue is called a "leash" because the people in the line hold a long rope with their hands in sequence.In this poverty women are both brave and submissive.

They lined up in front of the bakery all night.Expediency worked in times of revolution.Widespread poverty was caused by dangerous measures adopted by the revolution, one of which was the bond, the other the ceiling; the bond was the lever, the ceiling the point of support.But this empiricism saved France.Both the enemies of Coblenz and those of London speculated in securities.Girls came and went, peddling Daiyi vanilla water, elastic garters, braids, and finger coupons.On the high steps of the Rue Vivienne, there were finger-ticket scalpers in muddy shoes and a foxtail cap on their greasy hair.On Wallois Street, too, there were swingers in shiny boots and fur hats, with toothpicks in their mouths, making out with girls.Hunted by the people like thieves, they were called "active citizens" by the Royalists.Beyond that, however, there's very little stealing.Serious inadequacy, stoic incorruptibility.Barefooted people, hungry people, lowered their eyes solemnly as they passed the Equality Officer's jeweler's window.When the people of the Antoines went to search the Beaumarchais house, a woman picked a flower in the garden and was slapped by the people.Four cubic meters of wood sold for four hundred francs, and people in the street took possession of their own wooden beds.In winter, the drinking water froze, and a cart of water sold for twenty sou, and everyone became watermen.A gold louis was worth three thousand nine hundred and fifty francs.A cab ride costs six hundred francs.

This is a common conversation after a day's carriage ride: "How much shall I give you, coachman?" "Six thousand livres," said the beggar, "have mercy and help me. I need two hundred and thirty livres." Buy a pair of shoes for Faure." At the end of the bridge stands a colossal statue of David, sculpted and painted, which Mercier derogates as "a gigantic wooden clown."These colossal statues symbolize the failure of federalism and alliances.The people are unwavering.They rejoiced that kingship was over.Volunteers flocked to donate their chests.A battalion was sent out on every street.The regional flags of each district shuttle back and forth, and their respective mottos are printed on the flags.The banner of the Capuchin District reads: "No one is stronger than us", and another banner reads: "There are no nobles, only noble hearts".

On all the walls were plastered notices, large and small, white, yellow, green, red, printed or handwritten: "Long live the Republic!" And children stammered and sang "Everything will be all right" support song. ① French writer (1732-1799). ②French writers (1740--1814). ③Refers to the idea of ​​dividing France proposed by the Girondists in 1789. ④ Refers to the anti-French alliance of European monarchs. Later, a cynical Paris replaced a heroic Paris.Paris before and after the 9th Thermidor ⑤ had a completely different revolutionary aspect.Thalien's Paris succeeded that of Saint-Just.This is exactly the antithesis that God often arranges. Immediately after Sinai ⑦ the district of La Courtille ⑧ appeared.

This is mass frenzy.This phenomenon occurred eighty years ago.Air was as desperately needed to get rid of Louis XIV as it was to get rid of Robespierre.Thus the century began with the Council of Regency and ended with the Directorate.Two periods of terror were followed by two orgies.France fled with joy from the Puritan abbey, as she had fled from the monarchy. These children represent a limitless future. ⑤ Robespierre's downfall on July 27, 1794. ⑥Talien and Saint-Just are both Montagne, and the former is more mixed. ⑦This refers to the Mountain School. ⑧There are many hotels in the first district of Paris.

⑨Louis XIV died in 1715, about eighty years after the downfall of Robespierre. After Thermidor 6, Paris became gay, a joy that bordered on debauchery, an unhealthy joy.The frenzy of life replaced the frenzy of death, the greatness disappeared, and there appeared Trimarchio, Grimaud de la Renier, who published the "Gourmet Almanac".People go to eat on the middle and second floors of the Royal Palace, accompanied by the music of the female band Chuicuidada. The "Rigordon man" ② played the piano, leading the way.People go to the Hai Ao restaurant for "Oriental" dinners served in small plates full of spices.The painter Boz painted women, the heads of innocent and lovely young girls, who pose "guillotine", that is to say, in red shirts, breasts and shoulders.People no longer danced in ruined churches, but in ballrooms: Luguiery, Luguet, Vanzel, Modil, Ramontoziere.Gone are the serious-looking female citizens making yarn balls of old cloth, replaced by the sultan's concubines, wild women and nymphs. Gone were the bare feet of the soldiers, covered with blood, mud, and dust, and replaced by the bare feet of the women studded with diamonds. Deceit and shamelessness reappear together.There are vendors above, and "petty theft" below.In Paris, there are so many pickpockets, everyone should be optimistic about their "Luc", that is, money clips.One way of pastime is to go to the Judiciary Square to watch the female thieves sitting on small stools, and their skirts are tightly bound.At the end of the theater some little boys were pulling for buggies, calling out: "Citizens, citizens, here are two places." Gazette, but The Clown's Letters and The Petitions of the Brats.The Marquis de Sade is in charge of the shuttle gun area of ​​the Place Vendôme.The reaction is both hilarious and brutal, with '92's "Dragoons of Liberty" taking on "Dagger Riders" rebirth of the name.At the same time, there appeared on the stage this strange man-Jokris ④.There are "wonderful women"⑤ and "incredible" women who surpass wonderful women.People swear with affected, ridiculous and exasperating words. From Mirabeau ⑥ one goes all the way back to Bobes ⑦.Paris goes back and forth in this way, like a giant cultural pendulum, swinging from one end to the other, from Termopil ⑧ to Gourmore ⑨.After 1993, the revolution disappeared strangely, and the century seemed to have forgotten to bring the cause it started to a successful conclusion.The god of carnival inexplicably steps in and takes the top spot, relegating the horrors of the end of the world to second place;Tragedy disappears into parody, and on the horizon Medusa is vaguely obliterated by carnival smoke. ① A character described by the Roman writer Petronimus in BC, known for his love of family feasts. ②The popular brisk dance music and music in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. ③French writer (1740-1814), who served in the army and served in the French Revolution ④French drama and folk language fool. ⑤ Refers to the elegant women who imitated ancient Greek and Roman costumes during the Directive Government. ⑥French politician (1749-1791), famous orator. ⑦ Harlequin actors (1791-1840). ⑧ A fierce battle in Greece in the fifth century BC. ⑨The city that was destroyed by heavenly fire due to moral corruption in the legend of the Bible. ⑩ Gorgon in Greek mythology, whose eyes turn people into stone. At this moment, however, in 1993, the streets of Paris retain the grandeur and fury of the beginning of the revolution. The street has its eloquents—Vallet pushes his tent around and addresses the passers-by from the top of it; the street has its heroes—one of whom calls himself “Captain Iron”; the street has its favorites --Gufroy, author of the pamphlet Red Claw.Among these little celebrities, some were of bad intentions, others of honesty, and one of them, who was honest and uninvolved, was named Simuldan. Simuldan has a pure but melancholy conscience.He advocates absolutes.He had been a priest, and that was a serious matter. As long as something makes night in man's heart, man is in the dark peace like the sky.The clerical life of West Mourdan had created a dark night in his heart.A priest for a day, a priest for life. What makes night also leaves stars.Simuldan's noble character and insight, but all this only flickers in the dark. His story is simple to tell.He had been curate in the country, and governess in a large family, until he had inherited a small inheritance and left the religion. This is a stubborn and stubborn person.He is as good at contemplation as one is at the use of pincers.Whenever there is an idea, he must pursue it to the end.He thought desperately.He is fluent in all European languages, as well as several others. He is constantly learning, so he can maintain his chastity, but this kind of repression can never be more dangerous. As a priest he kept his oath, perhaps through pride, chance, or nobility, but he failed to keep the faith.Science destroyed his faith, dogma disappeared in him.So he looked at himself and felt as if he were a cripple.Unable to shake off his priestly past, he tries to reshape himself, and in a grim way.Since he has lost his family, he regards his country as his home; since he cannot marry a wife, he regards human beings as his beauty. This great fullness is actually emptiness. His parents were peasants, and they sent him to become a priest in order to separate him from the people, but he returned to the people. And he returned to the people with passion.He cared for the suffering with a terrible tenderness.He went from priest to philosopher, from philosopher to gladiator.During the reign of Louis XV, he already had a vague belief in the republic.What kind of republic?Perhaps Plato's republic, perhaps Dracon's republic. Since he was not allowed to love, he began to hate.He hated lies, monarchy, theocracy, and his priesthood. He hates the present and calls for the future.He had a presentiment of the future, a dim vision of the future, and guessed that the future was both terrible and magnificent.He understood that in order to solve the tragic suffering of mankind, something had to emerge that was both an avenger and a liberator.He worshiped disaster early on. When the catastrophe struck in 1789, West Mourdan was ready.It is inevitable for him to devote himself to this magnificent transformation of mankind, and for a person of his quality, there is no turning back.Necessity is unmoved by emotion.He has experienced the vigorous revolutionary years, experienced the waves that made him tremble: the collapse of Batudi Prison in 1989-the end of the torture of the people, the end of the feudal system on June 19, 1990, the end of the feudal system in 1991 The end of the kingship after Vale, and the founding of the Republic in 1992.He had seen the revolution rise, and he was not afraid of the giant.Not only that, the growth of the revolution has injected vitality into him.He was old--fifty--and priests age faster than ordinary people.But he also started to grow.Year after year, he saw the revolution grow, and he grew with it.At first he was worried that the revolution would be aborted. He observed it, found it suitable for clean-up, and wished it success.He takes relief when the revolution grows more daunting.He hoped that Minerva, with the stars of the future on his head, would also be Pallas, with a viper mask as a shield.He hoped that the gods would cast hellfire on the devil with their eyes when necessary, and fight back with fire. ① The Athenian legislator in the seventh century BC was known for his strictness. ②Refers to the fact that Louis XVI fled in 1791, was arrested in Varais, and was escorted back to Paris. ③The former is the Roman goddess of wisdom, and the latter is its Greek name, which is an alias of Athena, and it mostly appears as the god of war. This is how he lived until 1993. 1993 was a year of war.Europe against France, France against Paris.What is a revolution?It is the victory of France over Europe, the victory of Paris over France.Therefore, the terrible moment of 1993 is a moment greater than any period in this century. What could be more tragic than Europe attacking France, and France attacking Paris?This is epic tragedy. 1993 was a tense year.The storm rose suddenly, mingled with anger and sublime.Simuldan felt at home in the storm. The frantic, savage, and sublime situation suited his heart well.Like a sea eagle, he is deep and peaceful at heart, yet adventurous on the outside.There are those with wings, fierce and calm, born for the great winds.There are hearts that love storms. Simuldan has compassion, but only for the poor.In the face of disgusting pain, he dedicates himself and does not dislike doing anything. This is his kindness.He enjoys doing good in a way that is as ugly as it is perfect.He went out to kiss abscesses.Ugly acts of kindness are often difficult to do, but they are his favourites.One day a patient at the Royal Palace Hospital was dying of suffocation from a lump in his throat, a foul-smelling, unsightly, and possibly contagious abscess, which had to be removed at once.Simuldan was there. He put his mouth on the abscess and sucked the pus. He sucked his mouth full, spit it out and sucked it again. In this way, he sucked up the blood and pus and saved the patient.At that time he was still running in chapel, and someone said to him: "If you do this for the king, you will be promoted to bishop." Simurdan replied: "I will not do this for the king." This action And this phrase made him quite popular in the shadowy neighborhoods of Paris. Thus, He can make those who suffer, cry, and threaten to do what He says.When the crowd raged against the hoarders, the indignation often produced a radical error, and Simurdin stopped the error with a word, and saved the barge of soap in the Saint-Nicolas dock from being robbed, and gathered in Saint-Lazare The angry crowd who stopped the car at the crossing dispersed. Two days after August 10, it was Simurdan who led the people to tear down the statue of the king.There were casualties when the statue fell.In Place Vendôme, a woman named Lanne Viollet put a rope around Louis XIV's neck, and was crushed to death by a falling statue while she was pulling the rope.This statue of Louis XIV has stood for a hundred years, it was erected on August 12, 1692, and it was demolished on August 12, 1792.At the Place de la Concorde, a man named Gangelo cursed the demolitionists as villains and was beaten to death on the base of a statue of Louis XV.After the statue was crushed and turned into a copper coin, only one arm was spared, that of Louis XV's outstretched right arm in the pose of a Roman emperor.At the request of Simurdin, the people handed over the arm and sent a representative to give it to Latide, who had been imprisoned in the Bastille for thirty-seven years.Radide had been sent by the king—whose statue once looked down on Paris—to the Bastille, where he spent year after year in chains.Who could have told him then that this prison would be destroyed, this statue would fall, that he would walk out of the grave and the monarchy into the grave?Who can tell him that he, the prisoner, will be the master of the bronze hand that signed his imprisonment?Who could tell him that this brazen arm would be all that remained of that wretched king? Simuldan belongs to this category of people: they have an inner voice, and they listen to it; Simuldan knew everything and nothing.He knows science but not life.Therefore he is stern and rigid.He is blindfolded like Homer's Themis.He is blindly confident, like an arrow, with only the target in his eyes, and he goes straight to the target.There is nothing more terrifying in a revolution than a straight line.Simuldan walked straight ahead, leaving no room for error. In times of great social change, according to Simurdan, extreme points are the most secure positions—a common problem of people who use logic instead of cleaning.He went further than the Convention, further than the Commune, he belonged to the Episcopal Palace. The reason why it is called the bishop's mansion is because the meeting place is the old mansion of the bishop.These meetings are more of a hodge-podge than a party.Some silent but meaningful spectators attended the meeting, just like attending a communal meeting. In Gala's words, they had "as many guns as there are pockets" on them.The Bishop's Palace is a strange hodgepodge, a hodgepodge of the world and Paris, which is not contradictory, because Paris is the place where the hearts of peoples beat.In the bishop's palace, the agitation of the populace reached a fever pitch.Compared with the Bishop's Palace, the National Convention seemed too calm, and the Commune seemed too moderate. The Episcopal Palace was a revolutionary organization with a volcanic temperament.It includes everything: ignorance, stupidity, incorruptibility, heroism, anger, surveillance.Brunswick has his spies here.There are people in the bishop's palace who are worthy of a Spartan, and there are people who should go to jail. Most are fanatical and righteous.The Girondins, through Isner quater, who was temporarily President of the National Convention, uttered these terrible words: "Beware, Parisians. Not a single tile of your city will remain. There will come a day when no one will know that Paris was in where." This sentence prompted the establishment of the Bishop's Palace.Some, as I have just said, people of all nationalities, felt compelled to unite around Paris.Simuldan joined the small group. The group fought back against the reactionaries.It was born out of a public need for violence—the mysterious and terrifying side of revolution.With the help of this powerful force, the bishop's mansion immediately grew stronger.In the great turmoil in Paris, it was the Commune that opened fire, and the Bishop's Palace that sounded the alarm. Simuldan is simple and stubborn. He believes that as long as it is for the truth, everything is reasonable, so he can surpass extreme factions.The villains secretly rejoice in his integrity, for vice can be cloaked in virtue.They are cramped and satisfied.The architect Pacavape took advantage of the demolition of Batudi to sell the masonry privately, and, when he was in charge of painting Louis XVI's cell, endeavored to cover the walls with bars, shackles, and iron collars; St. Antoine Gong Xiong, a rhetorician in Wan District, behaved suspiciously, and his receipts were later discovered; the American Fournier shot Lafayette on July 17, and it is said that he was bribed by Lafayette; Anrio, from Bisset, who had been a servant, jester, and spy, became a general and aimed his cannon at the Convention; Diurnal.All these men were in awe of Simurdan; in the presence of Simurdan's terrible and sincere simplicity, they were sometimes obliged to forego greater evils.This is how Saint-Just convinced Schneider.The bishop's house is mainly poor and radical people. They are all good-hearted people who trust Simurdan and follow him.Simurdan had an assistant, or adjutant, Danru, a priest who supported the republic. The people liked his tall stature, and gave him a nickname, the seven-foot priest.This brave leader, known as the General Shuttle, and Truchon, nicknamed the Great Nicholas, could follow Simurdin to the ends of the earth.Truchon made a daring attempt to save Madame Lambald, taking her arm astride the corpse.If it weren't for the cruel pranks of Charlo the barber; he could have saved her. ①Queen Marie-Antoinette's girlfriend was killed in the September Terror (1749-1792). The Commune oversees the Convention, and the Bishop oversees the Commune.Simuldan, a man of integrity and not a man of power, had prevented many plots of Pash - what Bernonville called the blacks.In the bishop's palace, Simuldan was treated equally with all people.Duoshisang and Momolo often consulted him.He spoke Spanish with Guzman, Italian with Pio, English with Arthur, Flemish with Pereira, and German with Proly the Austrian, the illegitimate son of a prince.He mediates in discord, so his situation is delicate and pivotal.Ebel was also a little afraid of him. In this period, among these tragic groups, Simurdan has the power of the merciless.He was impeccable himself, and he thought he was always right.No one ever saw him cry, a cold, unattainable virtue.He is a formidable gentleman. For the clergy, there was no middle ground for revolution.There are two motives, either noble or base, that a clergyman embarks on this obvious and remarkable venture.He is either shameless or noble.Simuldan is sublime, but he is sublime in his isolation, in his roughness, in his cold alienation, in the surrounding precipices. Alpine has this sinister virginity. Simuldan is unremarkable, casually dressed and poor in appearance.He had been shaved when he was young, but he became bald in old age, and his few thinning hairs turned gray.His broad forehead is a mark to the observer.He spoke harshly, passionately, solemnly, in a short, assertive tone, with a serious set of lips, bright and deep eyes, and an indescribable indignation expressed in his whole countenance. This is Simurdan. No one knows his name today.History is full of such terrible strangers. Is such a person a human being?Can a servant of all mankind have an affair?Does he have a soul but no heart? Can this immense feeling of all-encompassing, all-encompassing being belong to someone?Can Simurdan love?We say: yes. ①The largest river in hell in Greek mythology.After soaking in the river water, he was invulnerable for a short time. In his youth he was a teacher in a family that might be called a prince.His pupils are the master's sons and heirs. He loves this student.It is natural to love children.Is there anything that cannot forgive a child?A child is forgiven even if he is a lord, a prince, a king, whose innocent age makes one forget the crimes of the family, whose weakness makes one forget the distance of rank; he is so small that one forgets that he is a great man.The slave forgives the child to be his master.Old black men love little white boys.Simuldan loved the student passionately.It is an ineffable quality of a child that you can pour all your love on him.It can be said that all the love from Simurdan was poured on this child.The docile, innocent child is captured by Simurdan's lonely heart.He loves him with all his love, as father, brother, friend, creator.This is his son, not in body, but in spirit.He is not the father and this is not his work, but he is the master and this is his masterpiece.He raised the little lord, who knows?Maybe become great.This is his dream.He imparted to his pupil all the best of himself—the young viscount, of which the host knew nothing, but must the cultivation of intellect, stamina, and integrity have to be sanctioned? He injected his terrible virtue virus into the students, injected his beliefs, conscience, and ideals into the blood vessels of the students, and injected the soul of the people into the brain of this nobleman. The spirit can feed.Intellect is the breast.There is a resemblance between the nurse who feeds the breast and the governess who feeds the mind.A governess is sometimes more worthy of a father than a natural father, and a wet nurse is often more worthy of a mother than a natural mother. Simurdan has this kind of spiritual deep fatherly love for his students.He becomes emotional when he sees a child. It should be clarified.It was not difficult for Simurdan to substitute for the child's father, because the child has no father, he is an orphan. His father died, as did his mother, and he was looked after only by a blind grandmother and an absent uncle. Later, the grandmother also died, and the uncle, who was the head of the family, was far away from the family's ancient castle.He was a soldier of great noble origin, and held many positions in the palace, so he lived in the Palace of Versailles and often visited the army, leaving the orphan alone in the lonely castle.In every sense, therefore, the governess is the master. One more point: Simurdan grew up watching him as a student.The orphan was seriously ill when he was young, and his life was dying. It was Simurdan who guarded him day and night.Doctors treated illnesses, nurses saved lives, and Simurdan saved the child's life.Not only the education, knowledge, and learning of the students are due to him, but also the recovery and health of the students.The minds of the students owe him as much as the lives of the students.People love those who benefit from them, and Simurdan loved this child. A natural separation in life arises.After completing his education, Simurdan had to leave the grown-up pupils.The cruelty of this separation is unrealized.The master dismissed the governess with peace of mind - he left behind his thoughts; dismissed the nurse - she left her heart!Simuldan received his wages and was thrown out of the gate, from the upper class and back to the lower class.The door between the big and the little is closed.The young lord was born an officer, was soon made a captain, and set out to garrison somewhere.The humble governess, no longer an obedient priest at heart, hastened back to the shadowy bottom of the Church, the so-called lower priesthood, and lost sight of his pupils. The revolution is coming.He has always missed the student he trained. Although this kind of memory has been covered up by complicated public affairs, it has not been extinguished. It is beautiful to mold a statue and give it life; it is still more beautiful to mold intelligence and give it truth.Simuldan was the Pygmalion who shaped the soul and the spirit could also bear children. This student, this child, this orphan, was the only person in the world whom Simurdan loved. However, can a person like him be impeccable in this kind of relationship? We will wait and see.