Chapter 23 van chenette captivated me (2)

Francois Villon If I were Villon, and Villon was me, What does time matter to me whether time flies or slows down? He will toil and toil day and night, Not even the wandering howling wolf can stop it! With my brave spirits and unclean brides, Outside there is that loyal killer standing guard for me, Why let tomorrow's troubles cause short-term sadness? If I am Villon, and Villon is me. If I were Villon, and Villon was me, In the dark forest in the middle of the night, I urged loudly: "Stop fool! Keep your goods, or Just have a taste of the temper of steel and a slap in the face! "

He'll give me a gold and diamond cane snuffbox— "Now go back to the kiln and bring our harvest!" Back to the kiln, how many fine wines make people leap with passion, If I am Villon, and Villon is me. If I were Villon, and Villon was me, We both mocked the noose the law hoisted, I live in a spacious study, he lives in a poor den, I took my hunter and his sons were many, He has the fortress of virtue and I have genius to protect me, "Go, get a pen, and refill the wine, Margot!" ... One wins immortality while the other wastes in vain, If I am Villon, and Villon is me.

I met Maestro Villon in Paris, during my second visit to this charming capital.For a while I was so smitten with his charms that I never read anything but Villon.In order to get acquainted with the places where he lived, I also traveled to Rouen, Tours, Bordeaux, and Poitiers, but I was always under the supervision of the police.In fact, I was such a fan of Villon that, for a while, I seriously considered whether I should indulge myself in a life of crime, so that at least in some details of life I could emulate my hero. However, there are many obstacles to implementing such a plan.In the first place, I could not find such companions to join my cause as Colin de Quejoux and the Baron de Grigny once served Master Villon.I found a couple of uneducated and unattractive fellows, which I believed were quite suitable for my purpose, but I soon got tired of these boys, because they never read and were extremely ignorant, Can't even figure out the difference between a folio and a thirty-two.

Later, when my Villon mania flared up again, and I once again contemplated that life of sin, my Uncle Cephas wrote me a letter telling me: Captiva Tee Waite (now Mrs. Alfred Parker) named her first child after me.The news effectively cooled me down and sobered me up quickly.I began to realize that the responsibilities that were coming and the christening of Captivity's first child had been thrust upon me.This makes it necessary for me to guard the honor of the name - the one that my namesake bears - with care. Just when I was being hit by a storm because of this, I came across Van Chenet by chance.Her presence dispelled all the ambitions which those posturing chroniclers had bequeathed me.Van Chenet was the niece of my landlady, whose father was a spice merchant, and she lived with this old man in Luders Capsins.She is of medium build, blue eyes, and black hair.If not French, then Irish, or maybe Greek.There was a peculiar charm about her appearance that words cannot describe.

It was she who made me know Belanger.That is why I would never order those precious volumes if they did not remind me sweetly and tenderly of Van Chenet.As you can see, the book is already bound, the cover is that elegant blue, and the ironing around the edges is a delicate white line drawing - and I can assure you, it all serves a purpose.She was wont to wear an elegant blue gown, from beneath its lower hem the whitest petticoats peeped out. How barren and lonely our adulthood would be if we had never been children.After the nameless joys of boyhood, there is no period of life that follows so pleasantly as in peaceful old age looking back upon the heroic deeds and marvelous wonders of youth.O my merry fellows, be diligent in harvesting your crops, that your storehouses and barns will be full when your arms can no longer wield the scythe.

Such is the remembrance--remembering the old days--seeing her rise above the precious past--hearing Van Chenette's voice again--feeling the grace of spring--how sweet and glorious it all is!The little quarrels, the reconciliations, the flirtations, the jealousies, the reproaches, the forgiveness--all these qualities, and the lovely chances of life's May season--are indeed precious to the hungry eyes of old age. . Van Chenet eventually married the spice merchant's apprentice.However, time has passed so long that I have been able to forgive, if not forget, such indiscretions.Does anyone know where she is now?Maybe, it became an old lady in a certain alley in Paris; maybe, it was already in the Lachaise Cemetery Fourteen's favor.The Lachaise Cemetery is located in the east of Paris and is officially known as the "Est Cemetery".Originally a luxury villa given to Lachaise by Louis XIV, it was converted into a cemetery in 1804. 】Slept soundly for many years.Come forward, my beloved Berengue, sing me an old ballad, and make me young, strong, and brave again!

Let them take the part of gold— Great and noble, magnificent; Two people in love just long for One cup, one saucer. Dingling, Dingling, Dingling Dinglingdang—— Old wine, young lady, Sing, children, sing!